Monsoon Wings

‘Juno!’ Jayden stood up, calling her name. She stopped, but did not turn to face him. She waited for his words, eyes locked on the fire glazing in the hearth.

‘Why have you called me?’ Juno asked coldly. It was their friendship which prevented her from leaving him straightaway.

‘There is a reason for me doing that,’ Jayden said softly, walking a few steps towards her. ‘Because I love you.’

‘Yes,’ Juno turned back to face him, staring up boldly. She saw pain in his eyes, and felt her knees weaken. She sighed and removed the strand of hair from her forehead, combing it behind with her fingers. ‘I know. But that doesn’t mean you have to do that sort of thing. That sex story was a scandal. I love you too, but I would never involve anyone else.’

‘You still don’t understand, do you?’ Jayden was close enough to run a finger across her cheek. His gaze was smoldering, but with something close to gentleness and affection.

‘I understand fully. I value our friendship and family bond and I don’t want some outsider like Draco Malfoy breaking it.’

He neared his face towards her. She stared at him, thinking what he was up to.

‘You think,’ Jayden whispered, ‘I am satisfied just being a friend and cousin to you?’

His nose was touching her forehead by now. Juno gasped and pulled away. She hoped she misunderstood him. ‘What is wrong with you?’ and she left, leaving him alone standing there.

*

The next day, both of them acted as though they didn’t know each other. Though so, they tried to act normal so as not to give any signs of oddness to the others.

‘Just now Stamp told me,’ Juno said that day during lunch. ‘Elvis is holding a party in his hut. Tonight at seven. And you are all invited.’

Harry grunted, and Hermione snorted.

‘Party? For what?’ Ron turned his attention from his macaroni.

‘For anything,’ Hermione piped in, closing the heavy book she was reading. ‘He is like Gratiano in Shakespeare’s play Merchant of Venice.’

‘He is like who?’ snapped Jayden shrilly, cutting his meatballs.

‘Gratiano. Surely you have heard of Shakespeare before?’ Hermione said matter-of-factly, a tone of sneering in her voice.

‘Are you talking about Sullyport? Cause he is the new director of the Magical Finance Depart—’

‘No,’ Hermione raised a hand, ‘This is a Muggle play I’m talking about.’

‘Oh,’ Ron swallowed thickly.

‘Yes. So, I was saying that Elvis is like a character named Gratiano in this play. He talks an infinite deal of nothing. His words are like two grains in a bushel of chaff— you’ll take a whole day to find it, and when you have found it, they are not worth the search,’ Hermione explained as though she had swallowed the whole book. ‘Well, actually Elvis is nice.’

‘Very nice,’ Juno contradicted. The truth was she didn’t understand at all. ‘Anyway, Draco Malfoy is invited too.’

Harry choked his fried corn. ‘Get real. I’m not coming. You’re not coming too, right, Ron?’ he turned to Ron.

‘Don’t be silly, this is a party with free food and drinks,’ Ron uttered scornfully.

‘Who are the invited lot?’ Hermione asked.

‘Us, plus Draco Malfoy and Olivia also, and Fred and George.’ Juno replied simply. ‘Oh, and Hagrid will be there.’

This last mention of Hagrid cheered the rest, and they agreed to come.

*

Because the space of Elvis’s hut did not accommodate the massive form of Hagrid, the location was switched to Hagrid’s hut himself. The foods were okay (except for the treacle fudge by Hagrid) and the Weasley twins helped a lot in providing the yummy bits. The party was like the usual ones in the Gryffindor common room after Quidditch winnings, where they danced and played magical games like Spindle the Floor and Butcher.

Hagrid provided alcoholic drinks, and most of the boys went red-faced and giggling around. Hagrid himself had fallen asleep on his huge bed. The only boy truly awake was Draco—mostly because he had gone somewhere with Olivia. The rest were playing Truth or Dare, and Ron was challenging Harry for chess.

Hermione had just got a dare from George to kiss Ron, and everyone was laughing merrily, when Stamp urged Juno to leave, and they left the hut to return to Stamp’s own hut.

The moment the door was closed, Stamp began attacking her lips fiercely and running his hands on her back.

‘Wait,’ Juno chuckled, pulling his head away. ‘Someone—’

‘It’s only you and me here,’ he said breathlessly, and kissed her again. This time he began kneading her breasts and unbuttoning her shirt, pushing her onto his bed and played with her so roughly there would be bruises in the morning.

‘Stamp!’ she shouted, pulling his thick hair. ‘You’re hurting me!’

Stamp began trailing kisses down her neck, and without her realization, her shirt and bra was already gone. He was trying to pull away her skirt, and almost tore it with impatience. His angry fingers reached her mound and he stripped quickly. When he got back atop of her she saw his eyes were smothering with lust and his cheeks were red. He kissed her breasts and she was aware of his manhood pressing hardly against her. She tried to push him away but he was too strong. She could only scream.

‘You are drunk, you are drunk!’

He parted her legs and kissed her stomach and the insides of her thigh. ‘Samantha,’ he moaned. ‘Samantha.’

‘I am not Samantha!’ Juno screamed, trying to close her legs.

‘Shhh,’ he hushed her, putting a hand over her mouth. She could feel him pushing inside painfully, and she screamed a muffled scream.

His hand never left her mouth while the other was struggling down there, trying to insert. She desperately tried to push him away but he was far too strong. He was 3 years older than her, and ten times stronger. She could only hit his back. ‘This will feel good,’ he kept saying, ‘Samantha.’

Juno screamed.

‘Shh,’ he was finding trouble and he withdrew again and tried to push it in, groaning all the time how tight she was.

She choked back her tears. Then she saw the shadow of someone passing outside through the window. She tried to scream and pull his hand away. She used all her strength and his hand left her mouth and she screamed like a pig being massacred.

The silhouette stopped. No. There were two silhouettes. She screamed once again. The shadows left the window and she screamed again, trying to close her legs and prevent his access.

Suddenly the door flew open and a pale-looking Draco and Olivia burst in. Olivia screamed seeing the scene in front, while Draco went mad and pulled out his wand, muttering the first spell that came into his mind, which sent Stamp flying across the room.

Olivia ran and saved Juno, taking the nearest blanket and covering her. Juno was sobbing uncontrollably onto her shoulder, and Olivia tried to sooth her, embracing her close.

Meanwhile, Draco had gone crazy.

He had let go of his wand and was punching Stamp in anguish. Every blow he brought down onto his face was an evidence of how he hated anyone doing that to Juno.