Warning - Scenes of a sexual nature

Chapter Four

Despite wanting with every muscle in her body to hit Molly every time she saw her, throughout September and October Dom applied the tactic of just completely ignoring that she existed. It worked in that it stopped them from talking to each other, but it didn't prevent Dom from feeling hot anger whenever she set eyes on her cousin. It did not help that they were still sharing a dormitory.

A consequence was that she ended up spending just about every moment she could with the guys in their dormitory, going back to her own simply to crawl into her bed and sleep. She was tempted to just sleep in Nukes' bed, but she didn't want to give Molly further ammunition while she was carrying out her detentions, as it might just tip Longbottom over the edge and cause him to suspend her and Nukes.

The detentions did start to drag. Every Saturday night, at eight thirty sharp after dinner, they served detention with a teacher. It changed around just about every week, as Longbottom understandably didn't want to spend two months of Saturdays carrying out detentions with them. So with Foxworth they did lines, with Professor Kettle they cleaned and ordered the dungeon where the Potions classes were - a surprisingly difficult and disgusting job, as just about every substance possible was spilled in that room - and with Longbottom himself they swept out all the greenhouses. Very soon, this routine started to drag.

They had to keep working until they'd finished their work, which sometimes kept them up until past eleven, and Dom had already realised that they would probably miss the Halloween Ball. She wasn't so interested in the ball side of it - pretty dresses and dancing had never been her thing - but it was being organised by the Slytherins, who always threw a good party no matter what one's tastes were, and she never missed an opportunity for debauchery and drunkenness.

'Alright, you two, I think that is adequate for tonight,' said Ms Stotworth, the Librarian. Dom glanced at Nukes and rolled her eyes. It was past eleven thirty; the vole-faced woman had kept them ordering the shelves for over three hours. They shoved the last few books onto the shelves and hurried out the room while Stotworth went at minute speed to each candle and blew it out.

'Old bint,' muttered Nukes as the door swung shut behind them. 'She made me order the whole bloody section on defensive magic! I thought my brain was going to just die of boredom.'

Dom laughed. 'We've only only got one more left - in a week's time, we'll be done.' She grabbed his shoulders and jumped onto his back for a piggyback. 'Let's go for a smoke before heading back to the Common Room, I want a breath of air.'

'Merlin Dom - you want to wander the corridors at night? That's against the rules,' said Nukes in a mock-serious voice. 'We can't break those!'

'Rules are there for a reason!' said Dom, imitating the pompous voice Molly always used whenever she was trying to tell them off for something. They both started laughing, but a sharp cough made them freeze, Dom instinctively holding onto Nukes tighter.

'Um - Dom - can't breathe,' gasped Nukes, pulling on her arm. She realised she'd been constricting his neck. Nukes turned towards where the cough had come from. 'Peeves, is that you?' Contrary to the attitudes of most of the students and staff, Nukes and Dom really rather liked Peeves. They both groaned in unison as Molly stepped out into the lamplight.

'Hello Molly,' said Nukes. Dom said nothing. She realised she was still on Nukes' back, but she didn't care enough about Molly to stand and face her. Molly smiled at them both, supremely self-satisfied, her arms crossed below her glinting Prefect badge.

'What are you two doing out in the corridors?' she asked. 'Don't even bother coming up with excuses, I heard you two talking. You're going to go off and smoke, aren't you. I think that you should do some more detentions, as you obviously haven't got the message yet.'

Dom started trying to get off Nukes' back so that she could attack her cousin, but he just held onto her more tightly, and she couldn't reach her wand without letting go and just falling off. Nukes, somehow, stayed calm. 'We're just walking back to the Common Room, Molly, I don't know where you got that idea that we'd go off to smoke. We'd never.'

'I heard you!' she snapped, her neck going rather pink.

'And did anyone else? I don't know how you'd prove that.'

Molly opened her mouth to protest, but they were interrupted by hurried footsteps headed towards them. Joby Holloway, the other Gryffindor Prefect, joined the scene; he was a nice, fairly nondescript boy who was utterly oblivious of the tension. Molly pursed her lips as she turned to face him.

'Weasley, can we please finish patrolling? I can't stop until you do, and I'm going to miss the entirety of the Gobstones Final in the Common Room. I've got three sickles on it!' he said, pushing his slightly sweaty hair out his eyes. He seemed to register Dom and Nukes for the first time. 'Oh, hey guys, what's up? Are you breaking curfew?'

'No, we're just heading back to the Common Room after our detention,' said Dom quickly, before Molly could get a word in. Her cousin's neck darkened to crimson as her eyes narrowed behind her glasses.

'Oh, cool, let's all go back then,' said Joby. He grinned at them as they started walking - he was the sort of kid who was so unlike Dom and her group that he always seemed slightly in awe of them, especially Nukes who was twice his size. Dom dropped to her feet and the three of them started walking together, with Molly trailing behind.

'So, Joby, what's this Gobstones Final?' asked Nukes, winking at Dom. Without hesitation, Joby set off into a very detailed and long-winded explanation of the tournament he and his friends had set up, which included telling them all about the technique involved in Gobstones and how skilled the girl he was backing was. In fact he kept talking all the way back to the Common Room, and would have continued once they were in through the Portrait Hole if he hadn't had to hurry over and join the famed Gobstones Final.


Unlike her cousin, Roxanne Weasley was thoroughly enjoying the first few weeks of her Fourth Year. She had not got in trouble yet so had no detentions to serve, she was probably the most popular girl in her year if not the school, and what's more, her boyfriend was the coolest guy. Danny Hale was everything she could ask for in a guy. He was on the Quidditch team, which not only gave him status but made him unbelievably fit. He was cool, and popular, and so much fun.

According to the older students, Fourth Years weren't allowed to go to huge parties like the Halloween Ball, as they didn't want to have to be looking after fourteen-year-olds. Only Roxanne figured that as it was a masked ball, no one would recognise her as she went in, and once she was inside no one would care.

So the only issue left to solve was what she and Danny would dress up as; they had to have a couple's costume, otherwise what was the point? Only, she didn't want to go as any magical characters as that would mean either wearing robes or wearing some stupid suit to be a vampire or centaur or something. And she did not think that she could wrangle being a sexy goblin. Dressing up as Muggle characters would be easier, but then she had to find something that was so well known that people wouldn't be constantly asking her what her costume was, because that was just plain annoying.

She'd enlisted the help of Robert Wood, as his mother was Muggleborn so he knew all about Muggle culture. She knew a lot too, as she got all the Muggle magazines and had watched all their romance films and chick-flicks, but she wanted second opinions for her ideas.

'How about Marilyn Monroe and JFK?' suggested Robert. She gave him an irritated look. He wasn't being very helpful; he was slumped in a chair opposite the fireplace, his feet up on the coffee table and his chin virtually on his chest.

'Just a little bit ill-fated, don't you think?' she retorted. He shrugged, waving his hands in a vague way. 'Do you even care at all? How about Brangelina?'

'What is that, a cake?'

'Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie. But if you don't know what I mean by it, everyone else certainly won't. Merlin, is there nothing I can be? Maybe I should go with Marilyn and JFK, at least they were cute while they were a couple.'

Robert gave a snort of something close to derision, but before she could ask him what on earth his problem was, Danny appeared and sat down beside her. 'Danny!'

'Hey babes,' he said huskily, leaning forward to kiss her. He'd just come out of Quidditch practice and she could feel the warmth of his muscles through his t-shirt, slightly damp still with sweat and rain. The sweaty part was actually not very nice and a little bit icky, but she was happy to ignore that for the muscles. She kissed him back, wrapping her legs around him. He was a good kisser, if a bit forceful, and she didn't notice Robert leaving as they started to make out.

'So, Danny,' she said after a while, pushing him away to catch her breath. 'We're going to the Halloween Ball together, what do you think our costume should be?'

'Ugh, I dunno,' he said, shrugging and trying to kiss her again. 'Whatever you want, babes.'

'Okay, we can be Marilyn Monroe and JFK.'

He nodded and started to kiss her neck, which she liked, although she hoped he wasn't going to leave a lovebite as it was so annoying to have to wear the school scarf all the time to cover it. No one, magical or Muggle, had come up with a concealer strong enough to hide hickeys.

'Oi, you two, no PDA!' Jamie Fitzpatrick smacked Danny on the head with a rolled up Daily Prophet, before dropping into the chair that Robert had vacated. Roxanne rolled her eyes at him.

'Just because you don't have a girlfriend…'

'Excuse me, who wants a girlfriend? I can have all the girls I want,' retorted Jamie, running a hand through his hair to tousle it and, to prove the point, smiling at a pair of Third Year girls walking past. They both burst into giggles and ran off to the dormitories. 'See?'

'They're thirteen, Jamie,' said Roxanne scathingly.

'I'm not going after them, I'm proving a point - whatever. I've got this essay to do, Kettle's going to give me a detention if I'm late with homework again. So you two can get back to hooking up if you don't mind the general social judgement.' He stood up and strolled towards the dormitories, acknowledging the waves and hellos from girls - and boys - in the Common Room. Roxanne rolled her eyes, but when she looked at Danny he had an odd expression on his face which if she didn't know better she would have called envy.

Placing a hand on his chest, she leaned up to kiss him again, and after a moment's pause he relaxed and turned to kiss her back, holding her close to him until they were broken apart by a sharp rap on the head each. Roxanne looked around to see her cousin Molly holding a rolled-up Daily Prophet and glaring.

'No public displays of affection, you two,' she snapped, addressing them both but looking at Roxanne. 'Or I'll owl your parents, Roxanne!'

'Just because you're dry and single!' retorted Roxanne, her voice accidently loud, and Molly reddened as half the Common Room looked round at them. She started to feel guilty as Molly marched off, but then Danny burst out laughing and she joined in.


Teddy looked very sexy in his costume, Victoire thought as she watched him out the corner of her eye while doing her hair. She was being an angel - of course - and so he was her devil, complete with blood red hair, a red and black suit, and a black pitchfork. His mask was plain black, moulded to look slightly like a skull. She was wearing a silver silk dress, and had matching delicate white wings for her white mask.

'Do you think anyone will recognise me?' asked Teddy, standing up and going behind Victoire to make faces at himself in the mirror's reflection. She didn't think so - his makeup was so dramatic, and he'd changed his features slightly so that they were very angular, almost gaunt. As he started to pout over her head, she awkwardly elbowed him away.

'Stop it, Teddy, I'm trying to concentrate,' she said, giggling a little. Her hair was being piled and fastened on top of her head in an intricate and complicated array of little braids and curls, and she didn't want it all to suddenly tumble down again. She'd done her makeup so that her face was even paler than usual, with white glitter on her eyelids that matched sparkles scattered on her arms, her fingernails painted white. 'Alright, I'm done.'

She checked herself in the mirror and then stood up, slipping into a pair of heels while Teddy fastened the wings to her back. The mask had been charmed to not need ribbons - it fitted magically onto her forehead and cheekbones - and was much fancier than Teddy's, formed from filigreed wire that had been cut and curled to form lacy patterns

'How do I look?' she asked, smiling at him and batting her sparkling eyelashes playfully.

'Beautiful.' He bent and softly kissed her on the lips, although she didn't let it go any further as, shallow as it sounded, it would be very annoying to get her makeup smudged. 'Hey, I've got an idea.' Pulling his wand from his pocket, he waved it at her, and she glanced down to see her bare arms had started to glow faintly. When she looked in the mirror, she saw he'd cast the spell so that she seemed to have a halo of light behind her head, catching and winking off the glitter on her hair and skin.

It was a ten minute walk to the Room of Requirement from the Ravenclaw Tower, and when they arrived Victoire wondered for a moment if they were early, as the corridor was dark and seemed to be inhabited only by the suits of armour along the wall. They paused for a moment, and as they did a familiar voice rang out in the passageway.

'What do you mean we're too young? We're Fifth Years!'

Teddy took Victoire's hand, grimacing at her, and they strode down the corridor to join the scene. Their cousin Roxanne was stood with some guy in front of two suits of armour, who at closer look had a pair of boys inside them. The boys stared impassively back at Roxanne and her date, who shifted awkwardly from foot to foot. Roxanne, on the other hand, let out a huff and tossed her head, which had a large blonde wig covering her hair.

'I recognise you,' said one boy, pointing with a gauntleted hand at Roxanne's date, 'from the Gryffindor Team. You're that Beater who gave our Seeker internal damage last year. And you're Fourth Year.'

Roxanne opened her mouth to make some retort, but Victoire cut her off. She and Teddy were stood in the shadows behind them and Roxanne wheeled around in shock when she said: 'Roxanne, I know you're too young for this party. Go back to the Gryffindor Tower before you break curfew - you can come to the Halloween Ball next year.'

As she looked down at her cousin - who seemed on the verge of stamping her foot in frustration - she realised she was dressed as Marilyn Monroe, in a white dress with a deep v neckline. She supposed that Danny Hale was supposed to be JFK. It seemed a little morbid, she had to admit.

'Fine,' snapped Roxanne, giving Victoire and Teddy a death stare and grabbing Danny's arm, dragging him off down the passageway. The armoured bouncers chuckled to themselves as they ushered Victoire and Teddy into the party.

Stepping from the dark, cool corridor outside into the Room of Requirement was like stepping from a church into Time Square; the noise and light smacked them so hard they stopped for a moment to stare. The Slytherins had out-done themselves - it was better than ever. The room had been transformed to look like the hall of a haunted mansion, complete with pillars and portraits that flashed from person to skeleton and back again. Cobwebs were strewn everywhere, and the bigger ones had fake spiders on them that would drop down, tickle someone on the top of the head until they yelped, and then shoot back up out of reach again.

At the end of the room there was a DJ booth up on a platform, along another wall ran a bar run by employed Fourth Year Slytherins. The room was lit by jack-o-lanterns which glowed purple, red and orange, casting everyone a strange fiery hue. Cauldrons floated at elbow-level, and when they looked they saw they were filled with sweets and chocolates. As Teddy put an arm around Victoire's shoulders, she couldn't help but laugh at the sight of it.

Roxanne was not feeling any of the Halloween joy as she marched back to the Common Room, dragging Danny behind her. She was angry at the bouncers, angry at the fact she was born three months too late to go to the party, and most of all angry at her cousin and that damned Teddy. She'd boasted to everyone about how she was going to get into the party and now she was going to have to go back into the Common Room and deal with them laughing at her.

'Roxanne, stop,' said Danny finally, grabbing her and forcing her to turn around and face him. 'What's up with you? Are you really this upset about the stupid party? We'll make our own party!'

'I don't want our own party, I want to go to the Halloween Ball!' snapped Roxanne, pulling her mask off and shoving it onto the nearby bust of Gilmus the Giggler. Danny just laughed and grabbed her waist to pull her against him. As he kissed her she was pressed against the wall of the gallery, the painfully stone hard against the back of her head. He slipped a hand through the slit in her dress to slide it up her thigh; she could feel the growing hardness in his crotch against hip.

She tried to pull away from the kiss but there was no space behind her so she forced her head to the side, gasping for breath through bruised lips. He started to attack her neck with kisses. 'Danny - no, not here.'

'Come on Roxanne,' he murmured, his hand still stroking her inner thigh. 'I want to do it. We're nearly fifteen…'

'No, Danny!' She managed to slide out from under him, the wall scraping her back roughly. He tried to grab at her but she dodged it and, choking back tears, almost ran away. She wasn't quite sure where she was going as she ran through the castle, as she tried to choke back tears so much she could barely breathe. She was so preoccupied she ran straight into someone, who caught her just in time before she sprawled to the floor.

'Hey, Roxanne!' She shoved the person away, hoping beyond hope that it wasn't Longbottom or some other teacher. When she saw that it was Nukes she'd ran into, with Dom beside him, she let out a sigh of relief a second before bursting into tears. Nukes and Dom glanced at each other, baffled.

'I wanted - party - didn't - I - Danny - he wanted - not ready …' After this her sobs renewed and she became completely unintelligible, but Dom seemed to get the gist of it and put an arm around her as she cried.

'It's alright, Roxanne, it's okay you're alright now. Let's get you back to the tower.'

Abandoning any hope they had of going to the Halloween Ball, they turned around and started to head up towards the Portrait Hole. As they crossed the Common Room, Roxanne wearing Dom's hoodie to try an avoid notice, they were accosted by an indignant Molly, who glared up at them from under her blockish red fringe.

'What was Roxanne doing out of the tower after curfew?' she asked sharply, narrowing her eyes at Dom and Nukes. 'You two were probably involving her in one of your schemes, leading her astray and getting up to no good!'

'Once again, Molly, you show unbelievably stupid and obtuse mind. Roxanne was going to ask Longbottom for some help with her homework when she got severely spooked by one of the meaner ghosts who came up behind her. We happened to be coming out of our detention so brought her back up here again,' said Dom, and with good timing Roxanne burst into renewed sobs. Molly's expression flashed from anger to sheepish pity, and before she could say anything more Dom and Nukes had swept Roxanne past and away.

Meanwhile, the Halloween Ball was in full swing back at the Room of Requirement, the DJs ramping up the music as the partygoers became steadily more and more drunk, the crowd on the dance floor gyrating in time to the deafening beats. Victoire was dancing with Teddy, oblivious to the fact they were the centre of attention as her glow drew eyes in the dim room. Teddy's hands were dark on her silver waist, his eyes glittering beneath his black mask as he smiled down at her.

She went up on tiptoes to kiss him, but as she did they were interrupted by someone very small running straight into Teddy's leg, almost knocking him over. Victoire thought it was a house elf gone rogue or drunk, but when she looked down she saw it was in fact her little cousin Albus, who was now attempting to escape off into the crowd with Scorpius Malfoy. She reached out and grabbed him by the collar.

'Albus!'

He twisted out of her grip but turned to face her, looking only a little sheepish. Scorpius hovered somewhere behind him. Victoire tried her best to look very stern, but the sheer minuteness of the two boys, and the fact they'd managed to floor her boyfriend who was now picking himself up off the dance floor, meant she was struggling not to laugh.

'What on earth are you doing here? Your curfew was hours ago! I'd have expected this of James but not of you, Albus.' He shrugged, his penitent expression marred by a small and mischievous smile. Victoire scanned the crowd, and then spotted one of the Slytherin Prefects, a girl called Nancy Ramspew. The girl's face fell when she saw Victoire leading Albus and Scorpius over, and she glared furiously at them.

'Fine, yes, I'll take them back,' she sighed, pushing the two boys ahead of her and following them out the room.

The party lasted several more hours, until finally slowing at well past midnight, the remaining students trickling out slowly in groups or pairs as the music changed to softer tunes. Victoire and Teddy, however, had left about half an hour before this so that no one would get a good look at Teddy in the light.

Back in Victoire's room, Teddy had bent to try and stoke the smokey embers of the dying fire, while Victoire carefully detached her wings, hanging them up in her wardrobe. As she did, she glanced over her shoulder at Teddy, lit up by the flames of the fire. He'd taken off his jacket and mask and shifted his features back to their normal lines, his nose and jaw clear-cut and strong in the flickering light of the flames.

'Teddy, can you unzip me?' she asked, her voice low and soft. He turned away from his revery of the fire and rose as she walked over to him and turned so she was facing away. His hands were cool on her skin as he unzipped her, his fingers tracing the delicate line of her spine.

He stopped at her waist, and she could feel the slight tremor of his hands as he let go and stepped away. She turned slowly to face him, looking up at him as she slid the silvery dress slowly off her body, letting it pool on the floor. Underneath, she was wearing only her underwear, a matching set of white lace trimmed in black, her feet still in the heels.

His eyes were wide as he stared down at her, his mouth slightly open. She reached up, the glitter still on her hand catching the light, and gently touched his open lips before tracing her hand around to the back of his head, running her fingers through his soft, curling burgundy hair and pulling him down for a kiss.

It started soft and slow, their lips caressing each other gently, but then it gained urgency and force, their tongues dipping in and out of each other's mouths, tasting them, as their hands felt each other's bodies. Teddy grasped Victoire's hair for a moment and then let go, his hands instead going to slide down her back and waist and hips to grasp under her thighs, lifting her as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

The bed was closer than they thought and they hit it clumsily, tumbling down on top of it and each other as they entwined, their lips coming together and then apart as they gasped for breath. As Victoire threw her head back and panted Teddy started to trail kisses down her neck, her fingers pulling at his shirt until he pulled it off himself. The lines of his torso were fine, engraved almost, the ribs sweeping to meet the sternum, which dipped down and the line continued on to his navel, where a trail of dark hair led down to the waistband of his trousers.

Deciding that the trousers were entirely unnecessary, she unbuttoned them and started to pull them down his legs as he unclipped her bra. Becoming entangled, she slid further onto the bed and pulled him with her, throwing away the redundant bra as he kicked off his shoes and socks and climbed on top of her.

His mouth explored one breast as his hand felt the other, and she wrapped her legs around him again so that they were pulled closer together and the erection that tented his boxers rubbed against her clit, making him groan into her tit.

'Merlin Victoire,' he murmured as he pulled away. She giggled, and in revenge he started to kiss, maddeningly slowly, down her stomach towards the lacy trim of her underwear, pulled taut between her hipbones. She moaned at the teasing, especially when he pulled off the lacy underwear and placed another kiss in exactly the right spot, making her jump as if shocked.

'Teddy!' she gasped, squirming at the movements of his tongue against her clitoris. As she climaxed he moved back to kiss her on the neck, before looking her straight in the eye. In answer she pulled his boxers down his legs and he slowly pushed himself inside her, filling her up with his length as she moaned, arching her back to press against him, her nails digging into his back as he thrust inside her.

They were hurried and frantic that first time, their groans of pleasure loud as Teddy struggled to hold on until she came again and, a second later, he gave a final thrust and released himself inside her.

They collapsed on the bed beside each other, sweaty and panting for breath. Victoire wrapped herself around him, resting her head on his chest. They lay without speaking for a while, Teddy gently stroking the line of Victoire's waist, until Victoire moved and started to kiss Teddy again, straddling him. Playfully, she started to grind against him, but to her surprise she found him hardening again beneath her.

This time they went slower, lasting longer as Victoire dipped up and down on him as he held her waist or felt her tits, sometimes their lips coming back together again. When, finally, they exhausted themselves, the dawn was nearly glimmering on the horizon and they fell almost instantly to sleep together.