39Encounters
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Rose Weasley strode through the shady corridors, trembling from head to toes. She didn't really know where to look for him. But she promised herself that when she'd find him, she'd kick his ass. Hard.
What was his idea anyway? He knew very well that as Head boy he had duties. And those duties, among others, consisted in patrolling the corridors at night. How could he leave his entire job to the 5th year Ravenclaw? Scratch that. How could Headmistress McGonagall give him the title of Head boy? He was irresponsible, he was arrogant, he was mean to anyone besides the members of his house, and even for those he sometimes didn't show much sympathy. The only thing he had in his favor were his grades which (as much as it pained her to admit) where as high as hers (with this factor she really felt like she was betraying her father, who seven years ago, had made her promise that she would beat the Malfoy boy at every subject, including Quidditch).
She looked everywhere. Head's quarters. Empty classrooms. She even went as far as to look for him in broom closets. He had been annoyingly cheerful today so she thought that maybe he had scored with some particularly difficult girl.
She continued walking aimlessly and minutes later she found herself in front of the Slytherin's Common Room door. Naturally, as Head girl she had the entire Houses' passwords. Maybe she should give it a shot. She wouldn't put it past him to be hiding in there playing a drinking contest with his fellow mates. He was that irresponsible.
However, nothing could prepare herself for what she saw when she went in the actual common room. There was a full-blown party. At midnight. With the curfew long gone. Held by Slytherins. They, always calm and collected, always smirking or glaring, never displaying any kind of emotions, were now screaming and dancing and grinding and drinking and laughing. And seemingly having fun. One would never think that Slytherins could laugh, let alone throw a party. The thought that they could actually have fun wouldn't cross anyone's mind.
The air was thick with vibrating sounds and smoke. It smelt no better, of damp bodies and alcohol and something else, something nauseating. She tried to make way through the bodies but wasn't very successful at it. Until she felt someone push her by her elbow far away from the crowd. She was pushed into a corner and turned her face to her …well, either savior or aggressor, because she didn't know what this person had in mind. Quite frankly, this entire environment scared her a little. Yes, the Slytherin's were laughing and having fun, but it didn't have the same aura the Gryffindor parties had. It felt …heavy.
She relaxed a little when she realized that the person who took her away from the crazy crowd was none other than Aden Zabini, the major prick's best friend. Good, maybe now she would get some answers.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Ouch. Ok, she definitely wasn't expecting that. But that just triggered her defensive mode.
"Me? What are you doing here? Are you aware that is past midnight? Are you aware that tomorrow we have classes? Have all you Slytherins gone bonkers?"
He inhaled. And then exhaled. Calmly. Patiently. To calm himself like a true Slytherin. While he did that, she looked to a pair of what looked like fifth years on a nearby couch, alternating between smoking something that made green smoke and making out. The boy was unashamedly groping the girl's breasts beneath her blouse. Rose turned to look at Zabini accusingly, like he was the sole responsible for the whole party and more particularly for those two underage's inappropriate behavior (she would never admit that she, herself liked to party a lot and when she got drunk she wasn't exactly an innocent girl). Most probably he was the sole responsible for this whole mess. Along with Scorpius Malfoy, he was one of the school's most notorious rebels. All behind teachers' backs, of course, because in front of them, they looked like angels, polite, well-mannered and smart.
"What is going on here?" Then a thought dawned upon her. "They aren't smoking regular cigars, are they? They aren't just drunk...they're, they're high!"
"Weasley, what's happening in here is none of your business. So I suggest that you get the hell out of here." He stood there trying to act menacingly, in all his six feet tallness (maybe a little more, she was never one to accurately judge a person's height just by looking, like those eye-witnesses in her mother's criminalistics series) with his arms crossed. She had to admit that he was a sight to see. He was known for being quite the heartbreaker around the school.
But she didn't take his words seriously. She felt safe around him. He may be an inveterate Slytherin and her major pain in the ass' best friend, but he never treated her bad. They just teased each other mercilessly.
"I'm here for Malfoy. Speaking of which, does he know about all…." He frantically swept the air with her arm "…this?" She really hoped not because then she would have to get into a huge argument with him and as much as she liked to measure her wits with his, it usually gave her an enormous headache later one.
"Of course he does." There it came that smirk again, the smirk that seemed to be born with every Slytherin. Perhaps that's how they get sorted. The hat only needs to see if the can smirk. "It's his birthday party after all."
Oh bugger.
So that's what he's been so happy about all day. And that's why he ditched corridor patrolling.
"You didn't know, did you?" That know-it-all smirk really infuriated her.
"I've got no business when is his birthday. It seems he's older but just as irresponsible as before. Maybe even more. Where is he?" She demanded with all her willpower, but her senses were already beginning to cloud due to the intoxicating smoke of the whatever illegal substance the others were consuming.
"I feel like I'm repeating myself. It's none of your business!" This time, his face was so close to hers that she could clearly see the dark indigo eyes that make the Zabini's such an exquisite family, even in the very dim-lighted room. His closeness to her, along with the sense-taking fumes and his intoxicating cologne were making her mind spin and she herself very dizzy. She needed to get out of there.
"I'm asking for the last time Zabini. Where. Is. Malfoy?"
"Tut, tut, you can't get to him unless you have a present. Do you have a present for him?" And he inched closer with every pronounced word. She could feel his breath on her lips. She really didn't know how much longer she could resist. To her unstable state, his sex-appeal was enormous and like she mentioned it before, he was quite a catch. But then he stepped away and gave her an onceover. She was feeling rather uncomfortable with his body scan, which he purposely took longer to do when it reached her thighs and her chest, just to make her feel even more out-of-place, she was sure. "Although maybe you could give him a present."
She was fully aware at what he was hinting at but chose to ignore it for now, more than ever, she wanted to get to that git and beat the crap out of him.
"So, where is he?"
He presented her with another body scan. Then he seemed to make up his mind.
"Bedroom. In the far right end of the common room." She mumbled what appeared like a "thanks" and made her way through the mass of inebriated and very much intoxicated Slytherins.
Five minutes later, she found herself in front of a very large black door with a silver snake-like handle. She opened and slowly and cautiously entered. The door closed itself after her and suddenly all the noise outside ceased. There was a defying silence. Before her was a small corridor, illuminated with a few torches on the walls, with four normal sized doors very similar to the first big one: all dark with snake-like handles.
On each door there was a number, corresponding to the dormitory's year, made by a green and silver metallic curling snake.
How cliché.
As she figured he would be in his own dormitory, behind the 7th door, so she went to open it. Without knocking. Boy, how sorry she was.
In there, she finally found Malfoy, sitting on a bed. But not alone, noooo. With two girls halfway naked, one straddling his lap, another one massaging his shirtless back and kissing his neck. When she had opened the door, Malfoy noticed her and upon seeing her scandalized face, he merely rolled her eyes.
"Don't give me that look Weasley, we both know you're no saint." That shut her up. But he wouldn't get away that easy, just because he was half naked, in a scarcely light room with two bimbos fawning over him. In fact, for that, he was going to get his ass handed to him tenfold.
"You, girls, get out." This time, her command sounded surer than it did with Zabini. Thank Merlin her senses were coming back to her.
"Hell no! We're not here for you, we're here to give Scorpius his birthday present…" The last part was purred into his ear. The brunette one, however, never left me with her eyes "Besides, you're just a filthy half-blood. We're not taking orders from you." Those kinds of insults drove her mad, although she dismissed them most of the time. But not this time.
"Oh yeah? Than how would you feel if this filthy half-blood would take 10 points from each of you for insulting the Head Girl?" That didn't sit well with them but the still hadn't gotten out nor did they make any movements to get of the bed.
"Girls, get out. I'll search for you later." He said with a seductive smile and a husky voice that made the girls melt but only served to infuriate the Head Girl further.
When they finally got out, Malfoy turned to her and tiredly asked.
"What do you want Weasley?" His words got out a little bit slurred so she presumed that he also had his fair share of drinks tonight.
"What do I want? You're serious? First, you ditch your patrol partner and the patrolling altogether. Then you allow this…this mayhem to happen and then I come here and what do I see? Nothing good! You should have a little more responsibility and…"
"You should shut up a little." He was right in front of her. And that blunt order did shut her up. "So, have you brought me a present?" he asked while he trapped her between himself and the closed door, by pressing his palms on the door on both her sides.
"Present? Are you mad? I'm here to kick your ass. You could call that a present." With that she tried to push him away but he wouldn't budge. Damn bugger. "Would you let me go?" Her impatience was rising again. Wait, it never worn off in the first place.
"No, I don't think so."
"Why not?" She was downright pissed. Damn those two with their intoxicating cologne. First Zabini, now Malfoy. She was quite angry, but she was (unwillingly, mind you) starting to like her position.
She always thought Malfoy was pretty hot (although she publicly denied so whenever a raging-hormone girl would wail about how hot he was). Once she bumped into him while he had just gotten out of the shower. He was wet with occasional drops trailing on his torso, which she couldn't help but admire secretly at the time. And he was only sporting a towel around his waist. That had sent her imagination wild for a while. She had blamed it on not having had sex for a long time. And those silver eyes… But it was no time for divagations.
"Because it's my birthday. And you didn't even say «Happy Birthday» to me. So you have to give me a present." And he slowly started to kiss her neck. She closed her eyes for a moment. Wishing she wasn't Head Girl. Wishing she wasn't Gryffindor. Wishing he wasn't Slytherin. Wishing he wasn't a Malfoy. And as good as it felt to remain like this, she opened her eyes and pushed him away. He wasn't anticipating it so he stepped back involuntary.
"Malfoy…" Sigh "Just because it's your birthday, it doesn't mean I'm going to give you a present. Specially the present I think you want." He just laughed.
"And what present do you think I want?" He stared her dead in the eye. All humor gone. She didn't answer. She just stared at him. Half-naked. A little drunk, but steady. With lust-filled eyes. "And more than that, what do you expect that's going to happen here, tonight?" It was a rhetorical question. But she answered nonetheless. She wanted to be in control of the situation again.
"I'll tell you what's going to happen." Though she knew it was pointless. She knew she was trapped the moment those girls were out of the room. "You'll go out there and…" She always wondered what would have happened if their parents weren't sworn enemies, what would have happened if, instead of always competing with him, she'd become his friend…or more. But these were just thoughts. And she didn't dare to make them happen. "…you'll tell everyone to go to sleep. You'll put order in this madness and you'll come to your room and go to sleep." He was the only one of the very few that could handle the entire house of Slytherin. She wondered if it wasn't the reason why he was chosen Head boy. She did that a lot, lately. Wondering.
He laughed again. Then he came closer. And closer. She was helplessly rooted to her spot. She didn't dare to try to move an inch.
"No Weasley. What did you expect when you came in here like this? Coming and commanding, in that mini-skirt of yours and…
"…it's the school uniform…"
"…this tight blouse…"
"…it's form-fitting, not tight…"
"…and those stockings and those heels? I was going to shag those two and now they're gone. Guess who's going to take their place?" The last bit was said with murmur right into her ear.
"You're mad if you think I'll sleep with you." Her voice didn't sound convincing at all.
"Oh no, Weasley. No one talked about sleeping. And make no mistakes. Tonight, you will be in my bed, screaming my name." And with that, the chat ended. He started to kiss her neck and going down to her collarbone. All she could think was that it was just a birthday present. That's all. And she wouldn't let it get too far. She would put a stop to it in a couple of minutes. And then she would give him the most deserved ass-kicking.
After.
Because now all she could focus on was on his hands underneath her shirt and tugging at her panties, his mouth kissing her neck and collarbone. He didn't wait for her to be ready, he didn't take her to the bed. He took her right there and when he entered her she couldn't help but wonder (again) whether what they were doing was simply because of their intoxicated state (his by drinking, hers by those smokes outside) or whether it was to finally release all the pent up sexual tension that has built between them with all the bickering, teasing, clashing and sometimes flirting they've been doing for the last years.
He started a slow steady pace that got faster and more irregular as her moans got louder and more frequent. He was close. She could feel it. But so was she so she held him tight like her whole life depended on it.
A few more thrusts and it was over. Her legs gave away making her slip onto the floor. He joined her, resting his back against the wall.
Neither spoke for a while. The situation just seemed to catch up with them.
Rose couldn't stand it anymore. She didn't know what to think. She couldn't think. She came down here with every intention to scold him but instead… She felt ashamed for liking it but if she let herself be true, she'd wanted it for a long time. Question was: what would happen now?
He didn't intend it to go that far. He only wanted to tease her a bit. He knew she was worth more than those two air-heads that he wanted to spend the night with. She was worth more than just a quick shag against the wall.
Scorpius watched her as she buttoned up her blouse and adjusted her skirt, marveling at her long defined legs. He always had a stupid attraction for that girl. He was forbidden to have her though. He was pureblood. She was not. And even though the Malfoy family had lost some of its importance and influence, he made sure to build it up again in the last seven years he attended Hogwarts. His dad would have a fit if he ever found out that he had done (again) Ron Weasley's precious daughter, a half-blood, a Gryffindor.
But like he said. He always had had this strange attraction towards her. Her slim yet curvy body, her fiery nature, her brains (that were more about smarts than books, really) and even her bushy reddish hair and her freckles. Every time they had a fight, he only wanted to throw her against something and shag her until she protested no more. Teenage fantasies.
Well, he got her now and he had a feeling, as she exited the room without a glance or a word back, that this encounter wouldn't be the last of the kind between them.
Ok, that's it folks. This story has been on my mind for a long time but I didn't have the patience to write it because when I do it, it usually becomes different from what I imagined it in my head. So guess what? It turned out different. Scorpius was supposed to be cooler, Rose bitchier and Zabini flirtier (is that even a word?). It was supposed to have a lot of angst in it but like I said, it didn't turn out exactly like I wanted. So... tell me what do you think?
Edit: I corrected some mistakes and took out a whole sentence so this chapter wouldn't cash with the next one.