So here's my new story about the Weasley/Potter cousins at Hogwarts; it's really my method of procrastinating and having some fun. Should run through the years, if you want to see where it runs please click follow!
Chapter One – Settling In
The chilled night air hit Victoire in the face as she stepped out of the horseless carriage onto Hogwarts' front lawn, the grass made slimy by a recent shower. Her friends, including the new Head Boy Jonny Walker, jumped out behind her one by one, and they joined the stream of students heading up towards the huge double doors, thrown open so golden light spilled out across the lawn from the Entrance Hall.
The noise of chattering and laughter grew steadily louder as they walked up the front steps and across the marble to the Great Hall, which was positively glowing with heat and light. Victoire and Jonny had been one of the last to get a carriage, as they'd had to make sure all the younger students had got themselves off the train and weren't lost, so the Great Hall was almost full. The group split apart to go to the different house tables, Victoire smiling and waving to her friends before following Jonny Walker and Jessica Alcott to the Ravenclaw Table.
As she sat down, she noticed that it was exactly eight hours since she'd said goodbye to her family and Teddy on Platform Nine and Three-Quarters. She wondered what he was up to now – eating cheap food in the flat he shared with friends, she imagined. Despite the fact that she was sat in blissful warmth with huge platters and dishes that were about to be filled with delicious food, she couldn't help thinking that she'd much rather be in the grungy, damp flat with Teddy. She imagined them sharing cardboard boxes of Chinese, fighting over who got the last spring roll, and felt something twist in her chest.
They'd been friends for as long as she could remember, sharing the burden of all the many younger cousins, and it was only in the summer that she'd started to feel anything else for him, in the dusky warm days spent in Shell Cottage and the Burrow. And then he'd kissed her, on the blustering cliff tops above Shell Beach, and they'd slipped instantly into a relationship. The last weeks of summer had been blissful, but the Hogwarts letters had arrived all too soon, and even the Head Girl badge that she'd always secretly wanted wasn't much comfort.
She was pleased that Jonny was Head Boy, though. They'd been friends for a while, and he was the sort of steady guy who'd pull his own weight without complaint. The group of new Fifth Year Prefects seemed alright from what she'd seen so far, with her cousin Molly being particularly keen.
Molly was sat over at the Gryffindor Table, only the back of her thick red hair visible as she studiously read a book, at the edge of the group of girls she hung out with in the year. Victoire's younger sister Dominique was also in Fifth Year, but the two girls never voluntarily spent time together as they were as different as cats and cauldrons.
Further down the table to Molly, Dominique was sat in a group that was conceivably responsible for about half the noise in the hall. Every couple of minutes, Molly would send them all a very disapproving look over her wire-rimmed glasses, but they all happily ignored her. As Victoire sat down across the hall, one boy turned a fork into a firecracker and set it off with a surprisingly loud bang.
Dominique and Victoire got on surprisingly well for two sisters who at first glance seemed to be polar opposites of each other. Dom was skinny, tomboyish and rebellious, while Victoire was slender, graceful, and in the eyes of all parents and teachers, utterly perfect. Her hair fell in a smooth wave of silver-blonde, while Dominique's was short and messy and the Weasley red. It used to be long and messy, but on her tenth birthday she'd taken a pair of kitchen scissors and hacked it all off, and it had never grown past her chin since.
As the group cheered at the firecracker, Dominique's boyfriend put his arm around her shoulders to pull her closer to him. Jim "Nukes" Noakes was one of the biggest guys in the school, already an easy six foot four and built, in the words of Dom herself, 'like a brick shithouse'. When she wrapped her hands around his bicep, her fingertips didn't touch.
Also on the table was sat two of Dom's younger cousins, James and Fred, with her little brother Louis. Those three, with the others around them, were making most of the rest of the noise in the hall, as they all raucously divulged the adventures of their summers and their escapades on the train.
While sat in the compartment, Fred had noticed that there was a trapdoor in the ceiling, and the three of them had lost no time in getting it open and climbing up, finding themselves sat on the roof of the Hogwarts Express as it flew through the Peak District.
'You're lying,' said one boy, narrowing his eyes at them. 'You can't get onto the roof!'
In reply, James pulled up his sleeve to show the long scrape up his forearm where he'd slipped and grazed it on the rough metal, pointing out the shapes made by the serial numbers stamped into the plates. The boy shut his mouth, unable to come up with a retort.
The group settled down with some muffled laughter as the doors of the Great Hall opened and the Deputy Head Professor Longbottom walked in, followed by a long crocodile of First Years.
They walked right past Victoire, who smiled at them all, especially her cousins Rose and Albus, who were both trying very hard not to trip over their long robes. She noticed one boy, who was blond and even smaller than Albus, walking by himself in the line.
The crocodile reached the end of the hall and formed a loose gaggle, as Longbottom stepped up between the Teachers' Table and the House Tables, set the Sorting Hat upon the wobbly three-legged stool and pulled a scroll of names out of a pocket of his fir-green robes. When he unrolled the scroll, the end trailed around his toes, and Victoire settled into a long Sorting.
There were about a hundred students in each year, although apparently this was less than normal as the generations were still recovering from the Wizarding War. Victoire always wondered what the school had been like before, when the outside walls and passages weren't scarred by the explosions and damage wreaked. Apparently Slytherin House used to be hated by the other three houses, she'd learnt when her aunts and uncles didn't think she was listening, and although she saw the effect she didn't understand it. There were a few bad sorts in Slytherin, but that was the same for all the houses. Mostly they just seemed to be quiet and rather solemn.
As she only knew her cousins in First Year, she didn't really listen to the first half of the alphabet as she had no reason to until "P", although she kept an eye on the number of students going into Ravenclaw. However she did look around and pay attention as Longbottom called out: 'Malfoy, Scorpius', and seemingly the entire hall started whispering to each other.
It was the small boy she'd seen walking alone, who stepped up to the stool with his head bent, keeping his eyes cast on the floor as he sat down and the Sorting Hat was dropped over his head. His pale hands were gripping the edges of the stool as if he was about to fall off it.
Victoire heard someone a few seats away say to their neighbour that this was a certified Slytherin, as every member of the Malfoy family had been sorted into that house since they'd arrived with William the Conqueror. Other whispers around her seemed to confirm this, and say that they wouldn't have long to wait. Malfoys always got sorted within twenty seconds.
Sure enough, eighteen seconds had passed when the brim in the Sorting Hat opened and called out: 'Slytherin!' Victoire felt something almost close to disappointment that tradition hadn't been broken, as Scorpius Malfoy stood up and hurried over to sit down in a free seat at the Slytherin Table, ignored by the other students.
Another five students passed by, and then it was Albus' turn. His name caused a similar stir to Malfoy's, but this time it was an excited buzz, and Victoire heard her cousin James telling the people around him that his little brother was a certified Gryffindor, that all their family was. Jessica bet Jonny that Albus would be sorted faster than Scorpius Malfoy.
But she was proved wrong. Twenty seconds ticked by, then forty, then a minute. Two minutes came, three minutes, and still the Sorting Hat did not announce that the boy was a Gryffindor. Jonny was timing it on his watch, and had reached five minutes and thirty-two seconds when the brim of the hat finally opened, and the hall went suddenly silent to listen.
There was a pause, in which everyone seemed to be holding their breath, and then the Sorting Hat yelled to the silent room: 'Slytherin!'
Almost a thousand people were sat in that hall, but Victoire was sure she could've heard a Knut drop. The Sorting Hat was pulled off Albus' head, but the boy stayed frozen on the stool, needing a nudge from Longbottom to get him moving. As he stood up, Victoire heard a yell from James, something about there being a mistake. There was a pause, and then as Albus turned towards the Slytherin Table it broke into applause and cheering raucous enough to rival the Gryffindors. Victoire felt her heart swell slightly in her chest as her diminutive cousin smiled despite himself, and hurried over to sit down with his new house.
She looked over her shoulder as Longbottom moved on to the next name, and saw Fred and Louis talking in low voices to James, who had gone bright red in the face and was glaring at his goblet. Ignoring her worry, she went back to concentrating on the Sorting.
Rose was a Gryffindor, of course, and for that Victoire was happy, as she felt that another unexpected Sorting would most likely cause her grandparents and several relatives to be hospitalised from shock. It had been bad enough when she was sorted into Ravenclaw, especially with Teddy going into Hufflepuff. Her mother hadn't particularly cared about the Hogwarts Houses, saying often and loudly that she didn't see the point of them, but although her father never said anything to her she was quite sure he only really relaxed about it when Dominique went into Gryffindor.
Roxanne Weasley hadn't taken much interest in the Sorting, preferring to compare her holiday with the one of her best friend Gracie Adams, who had spent three weeks in California. She studiously ignored the antics of her younger brother, Fred, who now that the Sorting had ended was making his spoon hit Louis on the back of the head each time Louis tried to eat a mouthful of food, making James almost fall off the bench from laughter.
She was in her Fourth Year now, and to the vague consternation of her cousins she'd managed to achieve what none of them had since Victoire, in that she did well at school while leading the social scene in her year. Last year, she'd got her hands on a bottle of Salamander Vodka, and had given herself a reputation by drinking sixteen shots in a row, and only collapsing on the seventeenth.
Due to this, she got on very well with her cousin Dominique, and very badly with her cousin Molly. In fact, she and Dom bonded over the fact that Molly was so judgemental of them both, although for differing reasons. Roxanne suspected that Molly was secretly jealous of how naturally Roxanne fitted into the social scene.
'Hey Roxie.' She looked around from comparing tans with Gracie. Robert Wood was leaning across the table to her, a lock of brown hair falling into his eyes. 'Do you think you're going to try for the Quidditch Team this year?'
She played a lot of Quidditch, but it was always casually with her cousins, and she never really wanted to play in the team. Too much mud and sweatiness. Although the blue eyes of Robert Wood did tempt her. She smiled at him, and shook her head.
After the Start-of-Term Feast, Jonny and Victoire left the Prefects to get the First Years up to the Ravenclaw Tower and hurried up there themselves, eager to see their new accommodation. Head Boys and Girls had the privilege of getting their own rooms, complete with a double bed and en-suite bathroom. Victoire had peeked into Teddy's when he was Head Boy, and although every surface had been covered in clothes in his, it had been very nice.
The best part was the fact that there was a fireplace. Hogwarts fireplaces were connected to the Floo network, something which only Prefects were told, and Victoire had been worrying about how she was supposed to smuggle Teddy in from the fireplace in the Ravenclaw Common Room or, Merlin forbid, Professor Longbottom's study.
'It's nice.' The sudden voice behind her made her jump, and she spun around to see Jonny in a doorway looking a little sheepish. 'Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. I was exploring and just found that our rooms connect.'
'Oh, okay,' said Victoire, as her heart stopped racing. 'Maybe knock next time? You don't want to catch me changing or something.'
'Right, yeah,' said Jonny, nodding. 'I think you can bolt it from either side, if you want privacy.'
'Good to know. I might go to bed so …' said Victoire, slightly pointedly. Jonny got the hint and nodded, wishing her goodnight. He shut the door, and she waited a minute before going over and pulling the bolt across. She knew that Jonny wouldn't try anything, but she just liked to feel secure.
Her trunk had been brought up to the room for her, and she considered unpacking it then and there, but ended up just pulling her wash bag and pyjamas out, too tired to think about anything more.
The next morning dawned with a liberal scattering of grey clouds against a pale blue sky, which hung heavily over the four house tables in the Great Hall as the students trickled in for breakfast. The First Years came in one big group for each house, the gaggles walking close together and looking around with wide, nervous eyes. Albus was right in the middle of the Slytherin group, talking to a tall dark boy, but Victoire noticed Scorpius trail slightly behind the others, and no one stopped to include him.
The post owls arrived as she sat down at the Ravenclaw Table, the birds swooping low over the heads of students as they dropped letters and packages. Victoire smiled as her own owl, Artemis, landed in front of her. Artemis was small and graceful, with beautiful silvery plumage. She hooted at Victoire and dropped a letter in her hands, before hopping over to nibble on some toast.
While a cooing Jessica Alcott stroked Artemis, Victoire opened the letter. She recognised the handwriting instantly – the irregular scrawl was unmistakably Teddy's.
Victoire, it read, I know it's only been about an hour since you left, but I thought I'd write anyway as I miss you. Is that clingy? I'm not sure. It's my lunch break now, and the other guys are being a bit boring and talking about this magazine Playboy, and the girls who model in it. They're called Play-rabbits or something, I'm not sure.
Sorry James interrupted us, I need to teach him some more social skills. When's your next Hogsmeade weekend? Merlin, it seems like a long time until I next see you. Any more news on whether you can smuggle me in?
Lunch is ending, we've got to go out on a task so I'd better go.
Hope Hogwarts is as good as ever,
Teddy
Rolling her eyes, Victoire reached into her schoolbag and pulled out a quill and ink pot. Pushing her plate aside to clear some space, she turned the letter over and wrote a reply:
Teddy, you soppy idiot. I got this at breakfast, which was very nice. They're called Playbunnies - don't ask how I know that, even I'm not sure - and it's a Muggle magazine of naked women.
As for the smuggling, there is good news. Don't you remember that as Head Girl, I get my own room with a fireplace? We can do some testing to see if you can get through to my room. I'm sure you can – isn't there that story of Uncle Harry's godfather Sirius Black using the Gryffindor Common Room fireplace one time? I don't know, we can see.
Missing you,
Victoire
Making sure that Jessica didn't see what was written, as it was strictly forbidden to sneak any boyfriends or girlfriends into the school through the Floo network, she folded up the letter and attached it to Artemis' leg. Giving the owl a pinch of muesli as a reward, she sent her off out the Great Hall again.
As she finished eating her toast - spread liberally with butter and jam - she couldn't help worrying about what on earth Teddy had done for this task, and whether he was alright. He hadn't added a postscript telling her about it. After leaving Hogwarts, he'd travelled for a few months and then with her father's help landed a job in the maintenance team of Gringotts. The team was responsible for keeping the bank running, and the job was surprisingly dangerous. They had to repair the rails that the carts ran on, hundreds of feet up in the air, and feed and maintain the dozen-odd dragons that lurked down in the depths of the bank's caverns. On his third day Teddy had slipped from the rail he was repairing, his spell fell through and he dropped straight down, luckily only fifty feet onto a track running directly below. He landed up in St Mungo's with a broken collarbone and arm. Since then there had been nothing so bad, just the odd scrape and bruise and near miss when a dragon got angry.
She hadn't said that she hated his job, and how dangerous it was, as she didn't feel like she really could tell him what job to do. Her Uncle Harry had tried to talk to him about whether he wanted to transfer to the Auror Training Scheme, but Teddy always just replied that he "wasn't sure yet" and "didn't want to commit". He did acknowledge that it was not only impractical, but downright dangerous, to see the maintenance team as a long-term career prospect. The average employee lasted no more than three years before moving on or getting disabled by some accident. But Teddy hadn't found anything else that he particularly enjoyed doing, except playing his guitar, and no one saw how that would be a valuable prospect.
Over on the Gryffindor Table, Longbottom was handing out timetables, and he'd just reached Dom and her friends. As he gave them each a filled timetable of lessons, he said:
'Now, you lot, you've reached your Fifth Year, which means OWLs. Your grades this year will be vitally important in determining your futures. So I don't want to hear about any disrupting lessons, late or shoddy homework, and certainly no truancy. Understand?'
They all nodded, managing to suppress their sniggers until he'd walked away and was talking to some other students. Dom frowned down at her timetable. Her parents kept telling her that she needed to focus on her studies, but she'd already decided what she wanted to do with her life, and none of it included lots of high grades in her exams.
She was a Beater on the Gryffindor Team, and if she could she wanted to join the Kenmare Kestrels after she left school. If she didn't succeed in that, she'd spoken to her Uncle Charlie about what she needed to do to go into working with dragons and other dangerous creatures, and he just said that NEWT grades in Care of Magical Creatures and possibly Herbology was all that was needed. She wasn't sure what Nukes was planning to do, but she couldn't imagine him spending his life sat at a desk in the Ministry. He could hardly concentrate for a forty-minute lesson unless it included lots of loud, active spells.
'Weasley!'
She looked around to see the Captain of the Gryffindor Team, Basil Hartley, striding over to her. He was the Keeper for the team, having the useful genetic trait of broad shoulders and large hands, although years of balls flying at his face had left him with a rather squashed nose.
'Hello, Hartley,' she said. 'Are you here about tryouts?'
'Yes. They're on Friday afternoon.' Basil Hartley had always been a man of few words. He frowned at her. 'Remember, Weasley, you've got to keep your marks up this year. Longbottom won't let you play if your grades slip.'
'I know, Hartley,' she said. 'I know.'
He nodded, and strode away to find the rest of the team. Dom went back to her cornflakes.
Albus' first lesson was Charms, which he was pleased about as he'd always rather liked the sound of Charms, almost as much as Defence Against the Dark Arts. He was also pleasantly surprised by how much he liked his new house. James had told him that Slytherin was the most unfriendly and standoffish house, but every Slytherin he'd spoken to had been nice and welcoming.
He did wonder about Scorpius Malfoy, though. Their beds were next to each other, and he'd tried to start a conversation with the other boy the night before as they unpacked, but he'd given monosyllabic answers until Albus had given up. The other boys in the dormitory just ignored him.
He knew that it was something to do with the Malfoy family in general, and what they'd done in the past especially the War, but Albus didn't see how things which Scorpius' relatives had done years before Scorpius was even born could affect him. Especially as just about everyone who'd done something really bad in the War was either dead or in Azkaban.
As Albus left the Great Hall with his classmates, talking to a girl called Augustine Phillips about the fact that they'd both had summer holidays in the South of France that year, he saw his brother James stood in the Entrance Hall with their cousins Fred and Louis.
'James!' he called, grinning and waving to him. James looked around, but did not return his smile, and Albus felt his own one falter as he saw the expression on his brother's face. With a glance at Fred, James came over to meet him as the other Slytherin First Years stopped to wait for him.
'What're you doing?' asked James, and Albus was shocked by how harsh his voice sounded.
'What do you mean?' he asked, confused. James gestured to the gaggle of Slytherins behind them, lowering his voice.
'You're hanging out with them.'
Albus narrowed his eyes at his brother. 'They're my housemates, James. I'm friends with them. Who else am I meant to hang out with? Anyway, I am one of them!'
Quick as a flash, James reached out and grabbed Albus by the collar of his robes, making Albus cry out in shock. Pulling him close, he glared down at him, saying: 'You are not one of them, understand? You are not a Slytherin! I don't care what anyone says, the bloody hat made a mistake. My little brother will not be associated with them, do you understand?'
Fred and Louis had come over and pulled James away, holding him firmly by the robes and pulling him away. James grabbed Albus' new Slytherin scarf, which he'd slung around his neck before leaving the dorm, and yanked it off him before leaving with Fred and Louis Albus felt the eyes of everyone in the Entrance Hall on him, as he straightened his robes and ran a hand through his hair to hide the fact he had to brush away tears. Placing a smile on his face, he went back to his housemates.
It took no time for the incident in the Entrance Hall to reach Dominique's ears – one of the guys in her group, a boy called Gary Donnelly, told her in Transfiguration. The next time she saw James, on the stairs on the way to the Great Hall, she took no time in telling him exactly what she thought of him and his actions.
Grabbing James by the back of the neck, she forced him into a half-nelson over the banister while Nukes held back Fred and Louis. James struggled, kicking out at her viciously, but she was three years older and a lot stronger.
'Ow! Dom, what're you doing? Get off!' yelled James.
'You know exactly what I'm doing, Potter,' said Dominique in a low, dangerous voice. 'Now, I don't know what's up with you or your puffed up ego, but you will go and apologise to Albus or I will make sure you feel a justified amount of pain. You're being a nasty little bully and I don't like it!'
'Dom, what's going on?'
Victoire had arrived, of course. Dom just thanked Merlin that it wasn't Molly – her cousin wouldn't wait for an explanation but would relish giving her a detention. Dom quickly explained why she had James in a half-nelson with half his body hanging over the banister, and Victoire turned to frown at James.
'You will apologise to Albus. Dom, let him go, you don't want to dislocate his shoulder. James, I don't care if you wanted Albus in Gryffindor, he's in Slytherin now and you'll just have to deal with it without acting like a spoilt child. And if you don't stop showing such prejudiced thoughts, I will have to report it to Professor Longbottom. Come on.'
She placed a firm hand on his shoulder and, with the others following, led him down to the Great Hall. Albus was sat at the Slytherin table at the edge of the First Years, pushing his food about his plate in a distinctly depressed manner. Victoire led James straight over to him and sat him down.
'Albus, James has something to say to you.'
Albus looked around, as James stared very hard at his knees, looking rather red. 'I'm sorry for what I said. About you being in Slytherin. I guess I just wanted you to be in my house.'
'It's okay,' said Albus, shrugging. 'I'm a bit sad we're not in the same house, too.'
'Yeah.'
Figuring that they weren't going to get any more out of James, Victoire indicated to him that he could go. With a half-hearted punch at Albus, he hurried off with Fred and Louis to the Gryffindor Table, followed by Dom and Nukes, and Victoire took his seat.
'How was your first day, Al? I hope James didn't ruin it too much.'
He shook his head. 'He didn't, it was still really good. Although I didn't transfigure my match at all.'
'Don't worry, hardly anyone does,' said Victoire. 'So you're making friends?'
Albus nodded.
'Listen, Albus, could you do me a favour?'
He nodded again.
'I notice that Scorpius Malfoy is struggling to settle in. Could you keep an eye on him for me? Just to make sure he's okay.'
'Sure, Victoire.'
'You don't have to tell anyone I asked you.'
'I won't.'
She smiled, and left him to his meal. Her teachers had been surprisingly nice and hadn't given them any homework yet, so she went straight up to her bedroom after she'd finished eating to unpack. However she was halfway across the room when she heard a familiar voice say:
'So you're connected to the Floo network.'
'Teddy!' she shrieked with surprise. He was sat in an armchair by the fire, grinning smugly at her. 'You came through? I thought we were going to test it first!'
'I knew that everyone would be in the Great Hall so it wouldn't be a massive disaster if I popped out the wrong one, and anyway, it worked!' he said. She went over to him and he pulled her onto his lap, kissing her gently on the lips. She curled up against him. He smelt of his laundry detergent and aftershave and the sweat and smoke of working down under Gringotts
'How was your day?' she asked. 'How did that task you mentioned in your letter go?'
Teddy shrugged. 'Not bad. We had to go help the goblins subdue a group of madmen who'd decided to try and rob one of the high security vaults. They'd hijacked a cart and ended up backed into a corner, before going berserk. We managed to subdue them but not before they destroyed a bit of wall and started throwing chunks.'
'Is that how you got this?' She'd found a streak of purplish-black bruising up his arm. She tried to cover it with her hand, but the edges could still be seen. He shook his head.
'No, I got that in the sexiest of ways - by slipping on some slime as we left and smacking my arm on a metal rail. Hurt like hell, though.'
'Aw, poor baby,' she said, kissing him. 'Do you want to hear how the Sorting went?'
'Yes! I forgot! How are Rose and Albus liking Gryffindor?' She grimaced, and he raised his eyebrows at her. 'Who didn't end up in Gryffindor?'
'Albus.' She told him about the Hatstall, and Albus going into Slytherin, and how James had reacted to it.
'James will work himself out. I always thought that kid was more Slytherin than Gryffindor. Far too crafty and clever,' said Teddy. 'But anyway…' He pulled Victoire close and kissed her again, this time harder, with more force than he had before. She returned it, letting his tongue dip into her mouth as he pulled her tight against him, her hands tangling in his soft hair.
She'd lost her virginity to her first proper boyfriend in Fifth Year, and they'd only broken up halfway through Sixth Year so she hadn't got round to dating anyone else. So it wasn't so much the idea of sex that made her feel nervous, but having sex with Teddy. For some reason, Teddy felt a lot more special than her ex, Kyle Waters, had. And he'd had sex with at least two girls, probably more, so she didn't want to be disappointing compared to them.
They hadn't had much privacy over the summer, what with her nosy siblings and parents who thought that a closed door meant an open invitation, so they hadn't done anything much more than kiss. After six weeks of that, she was fairly desperate to go further with him, and she knew that he felt the same.
Slowly, his hands moved to unbutton her blouse, taking it off her as she pulled his t-shirt off to reveal a slender chest toned by his rigorous job. He'd always been thin, usually verging on skinny, but now his chest was defined by muscles. His hands were cool on her bare skin, as they slipped underneath her bra and then slid around to unclip it, one hand cupping a breast. She moaned into his lips at the touch, already feeling that familiar pleasurable ache, instinctively rubbing against him as she straddled him.
'Victoire,' he murmured, pulling away from her. 'Are you sure you want to go further?'
She looked down at him, sweeping her long hair out her face. He was so perfect, in her eyes, with his blue hair and bright brown eyes and smile that could melt stone. In answer to his question, she bent her head to kiss him on the lips again. Taking his hand, she placed it on her thigh and guided it up under her skirt to touch between her legs.
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