Another sensual theme alert! And yes I am single, therefore living vicariously through my characters. I own nothing but Odile and my crap writing. Enjoy!

"How'd you figure it out?" Odile asked furiously the next day, after she shoved the Weasley twin into the nearest broom closet, ignoring everyone else in the corridor.

"What are you talking about?" Fred whimpered slightly, holding his hands up in surrender.

"You know perfectly well what I'm talking about! How'd you figure out my dream spell?" She interrogated, caging him in so he couldn't escape.

"I haven't! Truly," he continued when he saw her heat up with more anger, "I couldn't figure it out! And George and I tried everything!"

"If you're lying to me-"

"I swear on Godric Gryffindor that I'm telling the truth. We were trying to get revenge on you, but we just couldn't figure it out. We were just going to convince one of your housemates to help us turn your bed into a puddle whilst you were sleeping, I swear!" She searched his face for a look of deceit but found none. She sighed and leant back, well as much as she could in the small space of the closet.

"A puddle Weasley? I thought you were more creative than that." She replied with a smirk.

"Well, we were trying to figure out a prank that wouldn't end in bodily harm to ourselves by a girl two-thirds our size, who hits surprisingly hard." She chuckled at that and ran a hand through her hair.

"Why do you ask anyway?" Recalling the dream from last night, she became all too aware of the intimate situation she had put herself in. Even in the dim light of the closet, he could see her cheeks heat up, causing his ego to inflate and a shit-eating grin to cross his face.

"Did you have a dream about me, Black Swan?" And all of a sudden she became very aware of the heat radiating off of the boy only inches in front of her, so she bit her lip, looking anywhere but the British boy's face.

"Tell me about it," he whispered in her ear, making her jump when she noticed how close he was, and oh how the tables had turned, "After all, I am irresistible." He mocked, using her words from the other week. Oh god, she thought, he is not helping the situation. Think about something else, anything else. Puppies, kittens, turtles, baby giraf-

"Oh Salazar." She moaned as he bit her ear softly, putting a leg between hers, effectively trapping her in.

"Dear Merlin, Fred. I- just- please." She begged as he kissed down her neck, occasionally nipping at her flesh. She squirmed against him as his teeth raked over the sensitive flesh before his lips gently soothed it. He was pulling her tightly against him, their fingers locking together above her head, slowing kissing up towards her face.

" Fred, I- uh" They were rudely interrupted by the door being flung open, and Hermione Granger standing there, a flush on her cheeks, and a stern look on her face. Oh and practically the whole school.

"Shit." Odile said as they jumped apart. And shit was right.


"Look, it was nothing Granger. Just a little harmless fun-"

"You mean you aren't even in a relationship with her? Merlin Fred, this is low, even by your standards! Why did you do it?" He sighed as he sat there, being interrogated by his little brother's crush.

"Look, when you reach a certain age, you begin to have desires-" She shot up and covered her ears, squeezing her eyes closed.

"No Fred! I do not want to hear that! Honestly man, have you no self-respect?" Probably not, he thought to himself. He wondered how Odile was getting on with her prefect.

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"Look, can I go now?"

"No! You have brought shame upon our great house by associating yourself with that filthy blood traitor!" The blonde fumed, pacing back and forth.

"Draco, the phrase is making out. And who cares? It's not like he means anything to me. It's just a little harmless fun."

"Harmless fun? You should be expelled for what you've done!"

"Draco, chill bro. One day you'll reach the age where you'll doing some casual making out with whatever girl, or guy, you meet. Whatever you're into. It's totally normal." The poor boy looked ready to explode, so she sighed and took pity on the kid.

"Look, how about this. If I apologise and promise to never see Weasley again, in a kissy way, you'll let me off with a couple of house points retracted. Deal?" She asked sticking her hand out.

"No interaction whatsoever. And you apologise to the whole house."

"Fine, whatever. Now put her there pal." She replied in a bored tone as he reached out and delicately shook her hand. But in the back of her mind, a plan was forming. She didn't intend to completely ignore that boy, no matter what the deal. She didn't love or particularly like him, but she never backed down from a bet, and secretly, very deep down, he drove her wild. And trust and believe, that feeling was very much mutual.


"Gryffindor Fred Weasley, a known associate of Harry Potter, and Slytherin socialite Odile Reisinger caught in a steamy make out session! Our sources tell us they've been seen around Hogsmeade ring shopping! But from two warring houses, are they a real life Romeo and Juliet? Destined for love? Or devastating heartbreak? Read all this and more on page 5C.

"Is she actually joking me, George? What is this nonsense? Merlin, that stupid Rita Skeeter! Why does she even care anyway? Oh Godric, what's Mum going to say?" Fred groaned, flopping his head onto the table, rubbing his temples. His brother shrugged his shoulders, once again nursing a headache from last night's secret festivities.

"You still haven't told me what actually happened."

"I don't know. One minute we're arguing, next thing I know we're in a "steamy make-out session". I mean, we didn't even kiss. I mean, I kissed her neck a little before Granger interrupted, but we didn't kiss on the lips." He explained, trailing off at his brother's sly smile.

"Did you want to kiss her on the lips?" Fred turned his head to look at the gorgeous brunette, who was once again sitting on her own. But for once she was smiling, reading over a letter, making him slightly jealous. He wanted to be the one to make her smile. Shaking his head, to remove those stupid thoughts from his mind, he turned back to see his brother and Lee making stupid kissy faces at him.

"Shut up. Finish breakfast you numpties." But he still couldn't help but stare at her as she brushed some hair out of her face. She really was something.

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Ever since she'd been caught with one half of the Weasley duo, she'd become akin to a leper. No one talked to her, but everyone shot her dirty looks. And now Rita Skeeter was writing articles about her? How did that lady even know about what went on in Hogwarts? And why did she care? Was there nothing better to focus on? She was sure she'd hear from her father about this. The only time he "cared" about her is when she did something to embarrass him. As she sat down to eggs and bacon, a ministry registered owl swept down, as well as a tawny owl. Speak of the devil and he shall appear. But then, from the second owl, was a letter attached to a large package, one that she was excited to receive. She decided to open her father's letter first, just to get it over with. It was short and clipped, as usual.

Dear Odile,

I was very angry to read about your tryst with the Weasley boy in the papers. You'd do well to remember that you have a reputation to uphold. You'd think at your age you'd have more sense. On to more pressing matters, I think it wise for you to stay at Hogwarts this Christmas rather than coming home. I have quite enough to deal with without you hanging around. And please, for your own sake, no more lovers. Honestly Odile, I'm surprised with you. What would your mother say?

Sincerely,

Your Father

Her hands shook with anger, but she managed to keep it controlled. That was a low blow and he knew it. Her father was very stiff. Got straight to the point. No use in wasting time with "I love you's" and such caring words. But insulting her relationship with her mother, and telling her to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas? Hell no. However she'd do it, she'd get out of this castle. Maybe visit NC, see her cousins, but no way was she staying here. She sighed, but moved on to the package that sat on the table. It didn't feel right opening it in the Great Hall so instead, she only pulled the letter off the top.

Dear Ode,

Hey sugar plum! We miss you down here in North Carolina! I know you've been at that school for a while now, but we still miss you everyday. You gotta come back here, ya hear? Your pops can't keep you away forever. Ain't no sense in doin' a thing like that. Anyhoo, your uncles, aunts, and cousins miss ya. And so does the bulldog Hank. He hasn't seen you in donkey's years. Well, we just packed you a little early Christmas present, as well as some Southern essentials. But you better not open them until Christmas young lady. Alright, well, we miss and love you. Remember the land of the Tarheels missy, even if you're over there in tea land. Work hard darlin'.

Love,

Uncle John

Odile smiled fondly reading over the letter. She missed her family everyday, even her Aunt Maggie, despite her crotchety attitude and limp. And she especially missed that good ol' Southern cooking. She hugged her letter to herself, and knew she had to get back there somehow.

A/N: Ah, yes. Because if you didn't get enough action in the last chapter, you got some more here.

Also, I hope you guys aren't uncomfortable with this side of the story. There's like one more chapter with sensual themes, much later on, but that's it. If this stuff makes y'all not like the story, just drop me a comment or a PM. I posted this story because I love it, but also because I want others to enjoy it. If you're not, just let me know and I'll see if I can fix it.

So, you learned a little more about her prickly relationship with her father, the dick. God, I hate him, and I wrote him. Annnnyyyway, I hope you enjoyed! And I hope you all have a great weekend!

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THANK YOU TO BananaBoat570 FOR FAVOURITING THIS STORY

EDITED= 09/13/17