*** author´s note ***
Hey there :)
Here´s chapter2, so I won´t occupy your Attention any longer - have fun :)
Nimea
When I woke up at my exam's morning, I knew, it was way too early to get up.
As I was certain I wouldn´t fall asleep anymore, but simply lay awake and panic because of the upcoming day, I got up and dressed quickly.
I was very happy about Beauxbatons´ rule about school uniforms on exam days: seventh and fifth years were allowed to wear whatever they liked when taking their specific exams for graduation.
When we´d been in fifth year, we all were still very anxious about our appearance and about what the older students would think if we wore just anything. Therefore nearly all of us had worn school uniforms or had dressed up, as if it was a competition.
On our first exam Ly and I had worn similar jeans-dungarees with colorful shirts underneath and white heels.
It had been a really stupid idea.
On this particular day we had promised, in our seventh year when there was nobody older than us left, we´d just wear something comfortable.
Sitting on a chair for six hours was not really nice when you wore jeans so I grabbed a pair of joggers and my favorite t-shirt of James´ quidditch team – the Tutshill Tornados, second best team after the Holy Head Harpies, in my opinion.
I pulled up my hair in a quick ponytail and slipped in some Nike-sneakers. (Seriously, the most comfortable shoes on the planet…)
Looking back at still sleeping Ly, I quietly snuck out and made my way to the kitchens.
It was about five o´clock in the morning so I didn´t even bother to check the dining hall – it of course would be deserted, there were not many early birds in the castle. Besides, I wasn´t really hungry yet, but there was only one occupation that would calm my upcoming nervousness: Baking.
Peaking into the kitchen, I was greeted by several house elves immediately.
"Oui, Mizzz Weazzzleee. What a woooonderfuuuul morneeeng. Comeeen' to uzz for a bakeeen sezzzion?"
I nodded and hugged Tulipe - my favorite house elf – briefly before making my way to the worktop.
Taking out what I´d need I buzzed an old nursery rhyme under my breath.
The house elves left me alone, as we had worked next to each other for hundreds of times already. They picked up the tune nevertheless and soon the whole kitchen was bumbling "Bayouchki, bayou".
While making the egg whisk churn 5 eggs, 200 gr. sugar and 200 by itself with a flick of my wand, I chopped 200 gr. almonds and 200 gr. chocolate. After stirring it in with another short spell and adding 80 gr. of flour, I poured the dough on a baking sheet and put it into the oven.
Dropping myself on the worktop, I watched the elves for some good 20 minutes, before taking the cake out of the oven.
After I made sure that every elf who wanted to try some got a piece of cake, I draped the rest on a big plate and walked back into my dorm to tease Ly awake with the smell of fresh chocolate bread.
The second the flavor touched her nose, she shot up and looked at me with bright eyes.
"CHOCOLATE BREAD!"
Likety-split she jumped off the bed and grabbed a piece of cake. I laughed and put the plate down next to her, turning to her closet to pick her something to wear.
She was still tugging in when I tossed her some joggers and her favorite sweater. Dressing with one arm and eating with the other, she mumbled with a still full mouth, "Dom, I lofff yoaa bakin´ habbib, when youaa nervouppf."
I shook my head laughing and grabbed both of our bags with stuff for the exams.
"Seriously Ly, respective of your eating habits, you´re more Weasleyish than I am."
She tried to stick out her tongue, but decided against it and bit into another piece of cake instead.
When we reached the common room, Luke and Zayn immediately cheered and tried to grab a piece of cake as well.
Ly, who obviously didn´t want to share, tried to hold the plate above her head to prevent the boys from stealing any of it.
We all were laughing, while going down to the dining hall – well, except for Ly, who was sulking over a lost piece of cake to each of our group.
Tarik had sat himself next to me and held my hand during breakfast. I had shared a brief look with Ly, but didn´t say anything and instead tried to relax into his side.
When we heard the first bell, signal for fifth and seventh years to make their way over to the classrooms where the exams would take place, everybody got really nervous.
Elisé started to babble without a pause, Ly ate about three pieces of cake in two minutes, Marie looked as if she was going to faint. Zayn was biting his lip, which was already bleeding, and Luke and Jerome where discussing something about the Goblin war.
Tarik was holding my hand so tight, that I thought my fingers would break in an instant – I was quite happy about it not being my right hand with which I would have to write an essay for six hours.
When we were standing in front of our classroom, everybody got quiet. I turned around to my boyfriend, placing my arms around his waist and absorbing his special calming scent. My forehead was resting against his chest and he had his chin on top of my head.
Tuning out the others, I concentrated on his steady heartbeat. I knew that he was doing the same. Our breathing was in tune with each other´s, all I felt was him.
My mind digressed back to the times when we started dating. It had been in our fifth year at the summer masquerade ball right before summer holidays. We had always been good friends, until he had asked me out and I had said yes – having a huge crush on him.
He had been the first of the boys in our year to go through a change of voice. My knees had mellowed every time he had spoken in his dark and lightly bleakly voice. His dark hair and his blue eyes had always made him one of the most attractive boys in our year, although most of Beauxbatons´ students looked acceptable at least.
Still, nobody could deny his good looks – his mother was an Algerian with dark, soft skin, long eyelashes and silky black hair.
His father was a French quidditch player and Tarik had obviously inherited his build and his piercing blue eye colour. What – combined with his mother´s hair, dark tan and beautiful eyes – made him a really hot guy.
I felt his hands on my waist and suddenly felt guilty for not telling him about my absence of feelings.
It seemed so long ago, that my stomach had tickled with butterflies when I looked at him. But then again, I still felt safe and comfortable around him. Only the excitement of love was missing.
Reaching up on my toes to place a kiss on his nose, I realized that we had stopped arguing long ago – whenever it felt as if he would disagree with me, I used my Veela charms to get what I want. I felt horrible and had to clear my mind with three calming breaths, because I felt my temper rise and my palms start to glow.
These exams were important.
We needed to focus – I needed to focus, to get my scores for auror training. My job application had been sent away weeks ago, but I needed my scores to finally get accepted into the program.
One brief look to Ly and I knew that we were thinking about the same thing: This was it – this was, what would finally decide, whether we´d get a chance or not. And it was in our own hands.
I stepped back from Tarik, straightened my shoulders and was the first student to enter the classroom.
"Seriously – I can´t believe, it was that easy!" Ly stretched her shoulders and sat back on the sofa, popping up her legs on Zayn's lap.
He immediately started to massage her calves and Luke laughed out loud.
"Man, you´re whipped – seriously, she doesn´t even call you her boyfriend and you still tail her like a dog."
Zayn´s look was dark and he mumbled under his breath "At least she´s aware of my feelings," with a brief look to Elisé.
That shut the blond guy up and he pretended to search for something in his bag.
I rolled my eyes and grinned over Elisé´s confused look. She really was beautiful – her dark brown hair fell to the middle of her back in soft waves, doe-like big, brown eyes with long eyelashes, and a noble light skin.
Her best friend Marie, who was sitting at her feet her back resting against El´s legs, was her complete opposite.
She had cherry-red dyed hair that were cut in a bob and stood in every direction. Her eyes were a light grey and always blazed with mischief and marvelous ideas.
While Elisé was shy and well behaved (at least when she was sober) you couldn´t find a better prankster and tomboy at Beauxbatons than Marie.
Nobody understood how she still was in a relationship with a former student, Simeon Scavignon, who was working for Lacraixs´ - the French national bank.
"I don´t think it was easy – I found it quite hard actually," Marie chipped in my thoughts and soon everybody was discussing today´s exams – defense contre point magie - our second last one.
Wanting to become an auror, I had been quite pleased at how easy I had found the exam and how simple I had managed the practical part.
Feeling Tarik´s fingers in my hair, I relaxed into his side.
I felt as if I could really use some alone time, so I tried to give him a private look, but failed as he was engaged in a conversation with his best mate Zayn, who still was massaging Ly´s feet.
Slightly pouting, I sent some sparks of Veela charm over to him. Which accidently charmed Jerome a bit as well, who seemed a bit confused by the sudden affection towards me.
Being gay, he probably wasn´t used to the feeling of impatient desire for one of his female friends.
I winked at him apologetic and drew a pattern on my boyfriend´s chest. It only took about twenty seconds, until he excused himself and left the room – not without a loving look into my direction.
I saw Ly silently form the word 'bitch' with her lips, but I ignored her and left the others about two minutes after Tarik.
Of course he was waiting outside.
Leaning against the wall relaxed, he surely was quite a sight. I felt desire rise in my stomach, when my eyes traveled from his face to his toned body and back to his eyes, where his own lust glittered obviously.
I was by his side within a minute and threw my arms around his neck.
He picked me up easily and carried me into a broom cupboard that somehow had appeared out of nowhere.
Sometimes I was glad that Beauxbatons was founded by some Veela descendants, who obviously knew what Veela blood could do to you.
Pressed against Tarik´s chest, I could feel his muscles and felt his fragrance coating me alluringly. His hands travelled from my hips to my lower back and his tongue explored my mouth with the perfect balance of caution and lust.
He hadn´t been the first guy I had slept with when we got together, but I hadn´t been his first either and he really knew what he was doing.
Shivering slightly when he kissed my neck, I moaned softly and grabbed hold of his shoulders to stay on my feet.
Immediately sensing my weakness, my boyfriend lifted me up and pinned me against the back of the cupboard with his muscular body.
When I finally felt him inside me, I had to pull myself together, to not scream out loud.
Instead I grabbed hold of his shoulders tighter and silenced my loud moan against his skin. He sharply pulled in his breath, when my teeth scraped over his sensitive neck.
Both of us were panting heavily, when he pulled back and we collapsed to the ground together.
He pulled me on his lap and started stroking my sides gently.
Nuzzling into my neck, he kissed me after each word, when he whispered, "I love you, Dom. Please don´t leave me. Ever."
Brilliant. I had some drama to come.
*** author´s note ***
Hey guys :) I´m back, sorry it took quite a while ;) So, this is second chapter. It got shorter than I first intended, but I felt like this was the perfect ending, so I promise chapter 3 will be longer ;) I hope, you´ll continue reading.
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Nimea :)