Closed A Rom-Com with a Damphir PV Howard White

@Bloom Silverton

Howard had stumbled away with Bloom as she whisked him off towards the lake. The effects of potions had stacked up, but the cool breeze coming off of the water was rather sobering. His laughter would fill the air around them as they searched the grounds for some privacy. Howard felt giddy as they ran off together. Not only was he a bit addled, but the chemistry between Bloom and he could not get any hotter as the two of them prepared to go the distance.

“It’s perfect.” Howard would have laid down in the stables if it meant a night with Bloom, but he had to admit it was a beautiful spot. Perhaps under different circumstances they would have chosen somewhere more comfortable, yet there was something about it that just felt right. The air was crisp but not too cold, the stars and moon were bright above, what else could they ask for? Well, maybe a bed…

Bloom would turn and slide her arms around them. Howard leaned down so that they could stare into each other eyes, nose to nose, lips but a kiss apart. “And I want all of you, Bloom Silverton. You and only you, forever.” They made their true love vow before he pressed his lips into her. If she allowed, the kiss would be soft and tender at first, but as his arms pulled her body close the passion would rise as it coursed through his body. As tempting as it was to stay in that moment forever, Howard would pause and let his lips slide away from hers. “Just a moment.”

The Dhampir would take a small step back, his arms gently sliding away from her body before shrugging off his coat. Like making a bed, Howard would give it a flap and lay it down. Not perfect, but a slight barrier between them and the sand below. Yet that alone was not enough. Her comfort during what was to come was important to ensure. “Almost there.” Bloom could stand waiting or sit on top of the coat while Howard quickly collected bits and pieces of wood from the nearby tree line. Thankfully he had thrown together a camp fire or two in his day as he used his hand to dig a small pit nearby and piled the wood. “Incendio…” and like magic they would have a small fire to set the scene. Perhaps a bit of comfort for Bloom, mostly is was just for romantic ambiance.

“How’s that?” Howard asked as he return to her side. If she was standing he would coax her to sit with him or he would simply join her if she had already. His long arm would wrap around her and pull her into his side. Soon enough his lips would find her jawline and neck as they offered soft kisses. His fingers would make their way to her shoulder, just where the fabric of her dress clung. If she allowed, he would ever so slowly slide the fabric off of her shoulder. The young man had no idea how to remove a dress, but he figured that was a good start. “Are you ready, my love?”

@Howard White

Hearing the words come out of Howard's mouth made Bloom's heart beat faster. Although a chilly night outside, her body was heating up as their lips touched. For the first time ever, Bloom wasn't scared. Was it the affects of the apple or was it actually not being afraid? She just wanted to be with Howard for as long as the night allowed. Her arms continued to wrap around his neck and wrapped tighter as their kisses became more passionate.

Their kiss ended short when Howard seemed to have an idea. She watched him take off his jacket and place it on the ground. He then grabbed some firewood and created a fire for them. It became a romantic spot for them to share their passion for each other in. As he was getting everything ready, Bloom began to take out the pins in her hair, and let her hair strands drop down. She wanted to feel free if she was to free herself to Howard.

"I like the fire. This is perfect," she said, sitting down next to him on his jacket. Bloom felt his hand explore her jawline, her neck and her shoulder, moving the fabric off her shoulder. Bloom allowed it. Her hands were exploring a bit as well. They went from the back of his neck to his shoulders and a bit of her was curious. She started to feel his chest from outside his shirt. Her hands went lower and wrapped around his waist to get closer.

Pausing, she bit her lip and slightly turned to the side to show the back of her dress. "I'm ready," she whispered, moving her hair to the side to show the zipper of her dress. It was now up to him to choose whether or not it was time to slowly take off her dress or not.

Bloom's heart was racing wondering what he would do next. Perhaps the affects of the apple was now lessening. She started to feel anxious, but really, she truly wanted this. She wanted him. She wanted it to be him. Bloom was looking down wondering, but then looked back up at him when he made his choice.

A drop of thought hit Bloom. He was not human... he was a damphir. Was it going to be the usual that people do when they make love? Or did he need to bite her? Was it going to be gentle and slow, or was it going to be rough and fast? Bloom wanted to make sure it was nonetheless going to be romantic. This wasn't just their first time together, but it was going to be her first time ever. She did not want anything ruined. Bloom wanted it to be perfect.

@Bloom Silverton

The soon to be lovers sat close together as their hands began to explore each other. Bloom would reiterate the thought that this could not have been more perfect and Howard would simply nod in total agreement. What more could the pair ask for? With his free hand, Howard would help her as her hand found his chest. Slowly, one by one, he would let the buttons of his shirt loose to expose his chest. His pale skin almost illuminated in the moonlight as his heart began to race. Bloom’s touch seemed to set fire to ever fiber of his being. What was to come would surely be nothing short of pure bliss.

As they gave each other their final consent, Bloom would turn and move her hair to show Howard where he should begin. He too shifted so that his his chest was mostly parallel to her back. With another shrug of his shoulders his shirt would slip away before his hands returned to Bloom’s shoulders. There was an almost primal urge to rip the fabric from her, not to mention that familiar tug at his gun line that urged him to expose his fangs. How would the blood of the woman be loved most taste? No. Howard blinked away the thought. Their first time would be romantic, gentle, a soft memory for them to think on forever.

The Dhampirs lips would find their way back to Bloom’s neck as he slipped the fabric off of her other shoulder. “I love you.” Howard whispered one more time before he made space enough between them to begin with the zipper. Just then however a sharp pain ripped through his stomach. He quickly turned his head as a cough escaped his lips, but the pain was gone as soon as it came. It must have just been a nervous cramp. Like before a Quidditch game except this moment was way more monumental than that. Yeah, just nerves. “Sorry, my love.” Howard did not let it stop him though as he let the zipper down slowly and carefully.

A touch of sweat would caress Howard’s brow as he look at Bloom’s exposed skin. It seemed almost impossible, but his heart beat even faster as he looked upon her beauty. His head almost swam with the joy of it all. As softly as he could his hands would urge the fabric off of her shoulders fully before it fell away from her body completely. His hot breath would waft against her back as he began to breathe deeply. His mouth salivating at the sight of her. That was normal, right? Howard swallowed hard before he wrapped her in an embrace, his exposed chest against the area of her back not covered by her underwear. Soon enough his longs fingers would explore her collar bone and ever so gently the area just below. He blinked hard to straighten his vision as it spun for a moment. Must just be the remnants of the potion mixed with the love and lust that tore through his system.

Howard couldn’t believe what was about to happen as his hands left Bloom’s chest and made their way back to the clasp of her bra. He was but a moment away from graduating from boy to man. He and Bloom would cement their love through physical expression and fall even deeper in love with each other as the officially became lovers. Yet just as the clasp that stood between him and Bloom’s naked body was about to release, Howard’s head would swim violently as his vision spun. The pain ripped through his stomach again with a ferocity that could not be contained. The fluid would erupt from his mouth before he could even begin to stop it.

“Blahhhh!” The vomit would splatter down Bloom’s back as Howard’s eyes bulged in terror! This wasn’t real. This could not be happening. This was some dark nightmare brought on by some horrid black magic. In truth it was the multiple potions coursing through his digestive system. Not to mention the stew…and the pies… and the whatever the hell that red drink was. “Oh my god…oh my god…” Howard muttered in shock.

@Howard White

Button by button, Howard was taking off his shirt. Although she had seen him shirtless before when swimming in the lake together over the summer, she looked at him as though she'd never seen him like this before. His shoulders, chest and torso, all bare for her to feel. She kept her hands to herself when she felt it was time for Howard to unzip her dress.

Rather than being extremely quick to take off her dress, Howard was taking things slow. Bloom was fond of it. It made things romantic. To feel his hands on her shoulder and neck. Her breathing slowed, matching with his, however her heart's speed was quite the opposite. Especially when his hands had tugged on the zipper of her dress after his soft words of "I love you" were said. Bloom thought she had said it back, but for the moment, her voice was lost with the wonder of the unknown.

The zipper was now coming down slowly to from her shoulder blades to the bottom of her back. When the zipper had been tugged all the way down, Bloom helped by jumping out of her dress and pushing it to the side. She sat back down, her back facing Howard.

His embrace and feeling his bare chest against her back only made Bloom slightly quiver. This was real and was going to happen. Bloom was nearly bare in her undergarments. She wore a beige strapless bra and a simple beige bottoms to match. Certainly she never knew that something like this was going to happen. Prior to the ball, the two were not on speaking terms. And now? Here they were, professing their love for each other physically.

His fingers touched above her chest on the collar bone gently. Bloom nudged her head gently against his arm and kissed it, physically telling him that it was okay. Instantly, his hands swept back to her mid-back where she felt him play with her bra strap, trying to unhook it. This was it... Bloom thought to herself, breathing in and out slowly. Her heart was by far pounding as fast as a horse can gallop. She closed her eyes, waiting to feel the fall air hit her bare breasts when...

What was that sound? Bloom opened her eyes and stared blankly ahead of her. Her back felt wet and cold all of a sudden. Her lusty needs diminished from a smell that she couldn't place. It was a smell that made her face wince. Immediately, she heard Howard mutter over and over again. What just happened...

Bloom slowly turned her head to look behind and all she could see was a visual nightmare of vomit all over him. Slowly it hit Bloom. It wasn't just all over him. It was all over her too.

"BLOODY HELL!!" she screamed in shock. Bloom never really cussed, but here she was covered in her lover's vomit. Granted, she should be asking how he is doing, but the fact that her entire back was drenched in his vomit just made her grossed out. Even the ends of her hair caught the vomit and was absorbing it.

"I'm covered in vomit...," she said, still in shock at the fact that her first time with her damphir boyfriend was ruined because of vomit. When does this ever happen? "I'm covered in vomit," she repeated, looking around at what to do. Bloom slowly stood up and realized she was also sitting in his vomit.

She looked over at the dress that she had taken off and moved to the side. His vomit had blast that even reached her dress. Bloom officially had nothing to wear. Her dress was caught in the blast and her undergarments were soaked. What the actual fuck was she supposed to do?! Bloom looked around in panic. This was not supposed to go this way. I am supposed to lay down naked on the ground, him on top and make love. THAT is what was supposed to happen. But noooooo there had to be vomit involved.

Bloom stood up and looked towards Howard, her body feeling the warmth of the fire, but the chilliness of the liquid dripping down her back and her underwear soaking it in. Overwhelmed was an understatement. Bloom looked at Howard, her eyes watering up. "What do we do now?" she asked, stuck.

@Bloom Silverton

Howard's brain short circuited as he tried to wrap his head around what had just happened. The two of them should have been intertwined in an embrace as they made love for the first time. A night of romance, magic and wonder, but now there was just vomit and a whole lot of it. His red eyes bounced between his lap, Bloom's back and the clothes they had shed around them. All wet, soaked through with bile. He went through this cycle again and again as he muttered the same words over and over. Like some deity would be able to help him now! If the boy could have just blinked out of existence he very well may have.

Bloom's shouted cursing broke him from the endless cycle of shock, embarrassment and shame. Howard rarely ever heard her use such words, but if any situation called for it, it was this one! "You're covered in vomit..." He stupidly repeated her words and stated the obvious. What were they to do. Her dress was ruined. His shirt and jacket too! They couldn't run back to the castle half naked! It would mean shame and detention forever! "Um...um..." Howard stumbled as his mind tried to catch up. The young man forgot that they were witch and wizard alike! A bit of spell work could have set them straight. Nothing could stop the shame, but at least they would be clean. Yet Howard didn't even think of it. Something the two of them did often. Muggle backgrounds and piss poor magical students often had them in this situation. Then the splashing of the nearby lake would catch his ear.

"The lake." Howard pointed with a shaky hand. The could wash off in the shallows. Their clothes would be soaked, but at least not in vomit! He stood on unsteady feet as the shock and potions still coursed through him. "We can wash up...." Emotion almost threatened to overwhelm the boy all of the sudden. Once again he had ruined things between them. Why, Merlin, why!! Couldn't he ever just get it right! "Bloom...I'm so sorry." He reached out his hand. One to try and help her get clean, two to try and steady himself.

@Howard White

The smell of rot was starting to become prominent. Bloom felt like her skin was rotting along with the bits of apples that was sliding down her back. She stayed quiet, in her head, for some time until she heard his suggestion of washing up in the lake. Bloom nodded and stood up, her undergarments soaked from behind. She didn't want to touch it, but she needed to scrub the vomit off.

Bloom slowly put one foot into the lake that was nearby them. Her body shivered from how cold the water was. In fall, there wasn't much heat for the lake to be warmed up throughout the day. It was October, where it was the season to prepare for winter. Bloom closed her eyes and put her other foot into the water, feeling another shiver go up her spine. Although freezing, she knows she had to do this to rid of the vomit stench.

Taking a deep breath, Bloom slowly bent her legs into a squat and sat down in the mid-shallow of the water. Her body up to the mid back was covered with the water. Bloom, ignoring the rocks and not wanting to think about what creatures could be near her in the dead of night of a lake she could not see through, slipped off her underwear. She began to scrunch and scrub them, especially the tush part of it underwear.

Her body was now matching the temperature. Well, it is either that her body was matching the temperature of the water, or it was numb from the coldness of the water. Bloom looked back at Howard, her eyes feeling odd, and then back forward. She put back on her underwear, and reached behind, feeling the slime at the clasp of her bra. She paused at the feeling, but also looked back at Howard again.

"Don't look," she said, making sure he wasn't going to sneak a peak at her breasts. This wasn't going to be how he would see her. Their first memory together, seeing them in full, would be another day... Maybe. Maybe Bloom wasn't meant to have a physical relationship. Maybe it was a sign.

Bloom unclasped her bra and took it off, quickly scrunching and scrub the cloth together. Through the process, Bloom kept blinking over and over again. Something was off. When she felt that everything was clean, she knew the next step was to clean her back. Bloom tried to splash behind her while covering her chest, but it was no use. The vomit slime won't necessary come off.

"Howard, can you help me?" she asked, wondering if it was a good idea. Bloom kept her head forward and did not look back. "Don't look, okay? I don't want you to see me like this," she said, finally looking back at him and then down at the water. Bloom began to blink over and over again. She felt her eyes stretch, but wasn't sure what it could be. Perhaps it was from all the crying, or the shock of it all. Bloom did not know that slowly, her eyes were popping out of her head. Unbeknownst that it was the affects of the latest apple she ate.

Bloom heard his words of apology. He must feel just as shitty as she was feeling. Bloom shrugged, still looking ahead. "I guess it happens? If we're together forever, things are bound to happen. We can cross off 'intimate vomit' off our list now," she said, trying to joke, but while her words were humorous, the tone of her voice was monotone.

"No matter what, I love you, Howard White," she said, finally looking back at him. Her eyes slightly more bulged out than usual.

@Bloom Silverton

They rose together from the makeshift blanket that was Howard's suit jacket. He thought of taking it with him, but to hell with that thing. He had enough to deal with getting Bloom and himself cleaned up. It was time for a new one anyways as his last growth spurt had left it a bit short in the arms. Howards stumbled a bit at first, but quickly found his footing. One benefit from barfing his guts up was that any undigested potion was now out of his body, a sobering experience and he would need it as they made their way towards the water. The last thing he or Bloom needed was for him to be wasted and submerged in the water.

The dhampir would stay behind his date to make sure she did not slip or fall when they met the waters edge. A sight to see really if she wasn't currently splattered with his vomit. "Careful." Howard urged as she stepped into the lake. He couldn't help but to be protective even though it may be the last thing Bloom wanted to hear from him. If she wanted to hear anything form him at all. Another pang of guilt shot through his stomach as his own feet found the water. Even through his undead skin Howard could tell that the water was too cold for comfort.

Cold as it may be, they had to get clean before they returned to the castle. People may wonder why they were wet, but at least they wouldn't point and laugh at the couple that looked and smelled disgusting. Soon enough they would both be plunged below the water line before removing their under garments for cleaning. "I won't look." Howard stayed close but rotated around to give Bloom the privacy she requested. Tempting as it may have been to look, the last thing he wanted to do was to further upset her. Not that there would ever be another time after tonight. Surely he would now die a virgin.

Howard's underpants seemed throughly rinsed, but Bloom's voice would distract him from the task as she needed help. Try as she might her back was still covered in sick and he didn't think twice before coming to her aid. She would be turned away from him, arms crossed against her chest for covering. "Umm, well...I have to look a little so I can clean you up. Just, uh, keep your arms crossed and I won't look at your front. You don't look either, ok?" Howard too didn't want her to see him like this. A moment before he was ready to give her all of himself, but now he just felt exposed.

As gently as he could, Howard would scoop up water with his cupped hands and let it fall down her back to wash away the vomit. His long fingers sliding against her back in spots to wipe away the debris. Not the intimate moment he had dreamed of, but it was nonetheless. "Yeah, you're right. We'll...just get all the hard stuff out of the way first. You know, big fight, barf on you. The usual." He attempted to joke with her, yet both of their tones would fall a little flat. One day they could look back on this and laugh for real, but the shock and the cold of the moment left them monotone.

"I love you too, Bloom Silverton." Howard said to her as she looked back to him. It was true. Despite the nasty disruption to what was to be their most special night, he still couldn't be more in love with her. They would get past this. A bit awkward at first most likely, but they could. WAIT! All of the sudden Howard realized that Bloom was looking back at him! Her eyes bulging as she did so. His hands shot down to cover himself. Was she surprised at what she might have seen? Was her shocked expression a good thing? Or did they bulge in disgust just as they had done when covered in vomit?!

"I said don't look!" Howard was now the shy one as he stepped back a pace and attempted to turn away from her. Yet as he did so his foot would find a slippery rock on the lake bed. SPLASH! The boy would fall into the water, now soaking wet from head to toe. He coughed and sputtered a bit as he cleared the water from his mouth and eyes. His privacy was again maintained as his body was submerged, but as he regained his surroundings a realization would dawn on him. "Shit! Shit!" His hands clawed at the water around hims as he searched, but they would come back empty-handed. "My underwear! They're gone!" Howard eyes almost matched Bloom's as he looked to her with a bewildered gaze.

@Howard White

Bloom's body was shaking the more she was seated in the water. She covered her chest by crossing her chest as Howard had directed-- which was a good idea. Bloom looked down at the water, watching the sick slowly leave around them and into the body of the lake. She had gone stiff when she felt the cold water make it on her back. "Ahh," she squealed, her body in a shivering shock. She could feel her back getting clean nonetheless. She was relaxed that the vomit was leaving her body for good.

As she looked back at Howard to tell him she loved him, she realized that she could not blink. What was happening? Her eyes felt like they were pulling. Even more so, when she looked behind, she did not expect Howard to be... NAKED?! Why didn't he have any clothing on? Bloom couldn't help but look, but she had no idea what she saw. Did she just see him...? Bloom turned back around, her heart racing. No, it was probably an arm or a leg. That's it. She didn't see him. Nope... She saw him whole.

"I'm sorry!" she said, trying to close her eyes while turned back, looking forward. But alas, she couldn't even close them. What the hell was happening to their night? The splashing of Howard from behind made Bloom try to flinch, but her eyes were still not closing. Bloom tried to see if the underwear was nearby her. She reached around in the darkness. When she found it, she tossed it from behind at him.

She tried to roll her eyes and walked out of the lake, crossing her arms over her chest, and towards the fire where they started out the night. Bloom put on her bra, although soaked, and bent her knees to a squat in front of the fire, trying to keep warm. She moved her head down, looking at the ground, preventing her eyes from feeling too dry and hot in front of the fire. But it seemed not to help.

Bloom tried to blink, but her eyes were slightly burning from not being able to do so. "Howard... I don't know what's happening. I can't close my eyes and they're burning!!" she screamed, not realizing from her perspective that her eyes were bulging out more and more, almost like Pinocchio's nose when he lies. She wanted to cry, but she had no idea what it would do to her eyes. Tears formed from blinking.

This was the worst night ever.

@Bloom Silverton

The water on his face served to be the last sobering experience he needed for the night as he had tripped and plunged into the water. Howard wasn't even sure why he cared if Bloom saw him. Assuming she ever spoke to him again after this night of disaster, it was bound to happen eventually. Well, he silently prayed to Merlin it would anyways. His underwear would come sailing through the air, splashing into the water nearby. With a quick shimmy he would get them back on before lifting his body out of the water again. As Bloom made her way back to shore he would turn to give her privacy as she put her underwear back on as well.

So, there they stood. Soaked to the bone and as cold as the autumn night. Bloom would squat by the fire for warmth and Howard would join her. It would be then that she would draw his attention to her eyes. Whatever had happened to him earlier was now happening to her. Something in the food no doubt, or maybe the punch? It didn't much matter now. Nothing to do but to wait it out or trudge off half naked to the hospital wing. Probably best to just stick it out. "Someone musta put something in our food or drink. Your eyes are popping just like mine did. Probably a dose of bulgeye." One of the subjects Howard actually cared for. He looked around for something, anything he could use to help alleviate her discomfort.

Howard would only see his jacket, crumpled up and covered in sick, but then nearby he would see his shirt. "I'll be right back." He jumped up and retrieved it. Besides a bit of sand it had been spared the vomit. He tore a thin strip off of it and went back to the water to wet the fabric. "Here." Howard draped the shirt over her shoulders and then held out the wetted strip. "Place this over your eyes. Should help with the burning until the swelling goes down." If Bloom needed help with that he would assist her before going around and gathering more wood. After adding it to the pit and stoking the flames to build a stronger fire he would lie down behind her and coax her to join him.

Howard would provide a barrier for her back as she could face the fire while they lay together. The dhampir wasn't the strongest source of heat, but he could at least shield her backside from any wind. He was on his side with an arm extended that she could use as a headrest. "Come on, love. Let's just try and sleep it off for a couple hours. We can sneak back in after everyone has left the ball." If she accepted he would do his best to snuggle her and make her comfortable. It wasn't perfect, but there was always tomorrow. "Love you..." His final words before he drifted off.