I still own nothing HP :) Chapter 8 should be up by the end of the next week... school just started again so I'm not sure how much time I'll have to write, hopefully I wont go on such a long hiatus this time ;) Enjoy!
The professors of Hogwarts thought that they were in luck. The first full weekend back was free of James and Fred's pranks. Little did they know that the only reason the two did not manage a prank was a massive hangover and slightly consistent drunkenness. Friday night the two obtained Firewhiskey and held a small party in their dorm with Christophe, Josh, and Cary. Saturday none of the boys got out of bed until James and Fred decided to make their way down to the Chamber for the family party. Where they smuggled in more Firewhiskey then Rose would ever allow. They once again got drunk off their asses and stayed in bed all day Sunday, Monday they had a slight reprieve from the hangover but not much, so once again the professors were in luck. James and Fred were too hung-over to prank anyone. But by Wednesday the two were back in full swing, making up the few days they missed.
Lorcan and Lysander witnessed the day's grandest prank from the safety of an abandoned classroom. They had gotten a heads up from Al on the location and hid out where they could see it go down. James and Fred created what seemed like a chandelier falling but was only an image, when it hit the students below they were covered in glittery dust. Lorcan was kneeling by the opening in the door while Lysander stood over him peering out at the commotion. Once Lysander was done watching second and third years run around trying to get dust out of their hair and off of their faces he bent over and kissed the top of Lorcan's purple hair. That one kiss was all it took for Lorcan to take his eyes from the chaos, shut the door, and turn to face Lysander. Lorcan leaned against the door and pressed his hand against Lysander's hardening bulge. He squeezed it once, making Lysander's head loll into the door. Lorcan opened the front of Lysander's trousers exposing his brother to the elements. Lorcan stroked Lysander before taking the whole of his brother into his mouth, setting the pace for the twin's off hour.
Lily was in the library with the rest of her third year Gryffindor companions, she was supposed to be studying like the rest of them but she couldn't help slip into The Valley. Upon her return she found herself staring at the quidditch pitch, perfectly green after a spring-time rain. When she entered the pitch James and Hugo flew down to greet her, though they said nothing. She reached for her own broom to join them. As she effortlessly lifted into the air she caught sight of a blur of sandy blonde hair and tanned skin flying towards her. Eric was usually asleep when she visited The Valley, if he was awake that meant he either came to The Valley first, or he followed Lily in. Either way, he was consciously visiting The Valley. Hugo and James were always awake in The Valley, but only because they were her protection, they were the only two who could reach her there while still aware of reality.
'Eric.' Lily stated.
'My beautiful Lily of The Valley.' Eric greeted her.
'You're here.' Lily grinned at him as he settled in to fly along with her. The sun was glinting off of his golden tanned skin and beginning to bleach his already blonde hair.
'Of course I am my flower. We're doing nothing in study hall. I noticed you came here and decided to join you.'
'Thank you.'
'What for?'
'Being here.'
'How could I miss it? I live for when I speak to you Lil, be it here in the Valley, or at Hogwarts.'
'When I saw you this morning I couldn't help but smile.'
'Thank you for that, I got to say hello.'
'You're welcome' Lily smiled at Eric. In the Valley the two had to communicate verbally, they could not send messages to each other like they did in reality. Though they tried to spend at least an hour together in reality, just the two of them, talking and holding each other.
'Why me?' Eric asked Lily.
'I don't know why. You felt like the perfect person. All those many years ago.' Lily explained.
'We're not quite old enough for that talk Lil.'
'Of course we are Eric, I found you in the Leaky Cauldron when I was five, you were six, we're now thirteen and fourteen, it's been almost ten years.'
'When you put it that way, you make sense. We've been together for longer than most adult couples twice our age.' Eric pointed out.
'My goodness, we have. I think it's lovely.'
'I do too.' Eric agreed, before the bell to end study hall rang through the Valley. Of all noises to penetrate Lily's head the bell was her least favorite.
Al looked over at Scorpius crushing beetles for their potion, he found himself admiring the shape of Scorp's muscles, the way they rippled with each motion he made. His clothes perfectly fit every conture, leaving very little to Al's imagination.
After Scorpius handed Al the crushed beetles he watched Al stir the potion methodically. He took note once again of the way Al's bangs fell into his eyes when he moved forward and how Al always flipped them back into position (fairly uselessly) showing off the pure strength in his neck. No one acted as if anything was different between the two, for fear of being attacked in the hall by a silencing jinx.
Soon after dinner Rose and Gwain snuck off to their favorite hide out, a cozy abandoned office in the dungeons. They had a difficult day taking care of extra head boy/girl duties, arranging quidditch tryouts for the weekend and keeping all rumors of Albus and Scorpius squashed. Gwain leaned against the now-padded wall and Rose curled up in his arms. She was comfortable enough to fall asleep, but didn't. For there was another carnal instinct clawing at her bones. Rose turned to kiss Gwain, she planted a kiss on his peck then trailed kisses up his neck to his ear as she moved on top of him. She kissed him full on the mouth as if her life depended on it. Gwain moved his hands up her arms then back down her torso. Gwain lifted off Rose's shirt pausing their kiss to throw it in the corner. The two stayed in that room all night, making the most of the time that had alone.
