8. Secret
Victoire took Nott's face between her hands. She caressed his rough face with tenderness, her fingers tracing his jaw and his cheeks and his two-day beard. She looked into his brown deep eyes, and smiled shyly. Nott was looking at her too, but he was checking out her collarbone, and her smooth skin, he could see freckles disappear into her cleavage and he traced them with the tip of his finger. The Room of Requirement was cozy in the middle of the snowstorm, the window panes were rattling and the fire was soaring.
"Will I be able to take this off today?" he asked, tracing the delicate fabric of her bra with his finger. "Come on, darling, it's been more than a week."
"Patience is a virtue, Mr. Nott." she said, teasingly, her hands lowering over his broad shoulders.
"You're trying my patience as it is, Miss Weasley." he said, fingering the straps. and caressing her shoulders. He was on top of her, his t-shirt discarded on the floor, and his pyjama bottoms feeling a little too tight. He rolled onto his back on the huge bed, and sighed heavily.
"Am I annoying you again?" Victoire said, the shy smile still plastered on her face. She was sporting her bra and pyjama shorts, her skin bristling from the cold air that slipped through her skin in the absence of Nott.
"Well…" Nott set his arms under his head, lifting it. "You will need to account for your actions one of these days."
"What do you mean?" Victoire asked, rolling to her side to see the contour of his face.
"Do you actually expect me to sit still while you're taking off your shirt?" he said, eyeing her almost bare front. "It's killing me not to touch you the way I want to. And for that you'll have to give me something."
"Something like what?" Victoire asked cluelessly. Nott rolled to his side too, and kissed her lightly on the lips.
"Give me your hand." he said.
Victoire look into his eyes, they were dark and serious, and she slowly stretched out her hand in fear. He had the ability to make her shudder with a single look. And she was not sure how she felt about that. He grabbed her hand, looking straight to her face. And then he lowered it, to his member. Victoire's eyes rounded in a comical way as she felt with her hand the hardness he was sporting. He bit down his lip and moaned softly. She didn't know what to do, she was embarrassed and yet she was curious. She had never touch it with her hand.
"That feels good." he said, moving her hand up and down his shaft. "Press it in your hand."
Victoire complied, her eyes never rounding down, and her hand moving on its own accord. She was helplessly submerged in him and she was feeling really nervous about it. Nott huffed, pressuring her hand more forcefully, closing his eyes and letting his head roll back. Victoire's mouth gaped open at the sex aura Nott was emanating, her heartbeat accelerating at an alarming rate.
"Wait." Nott suddenly said. "You won't panic, right, baby?"
"No…" Victoire almost whispered. She could feel the muscles in her stomach clenched up. And then Nott rolled to his back and with one swift movement, he lowered his pyjama bottoms and pants at the same time, his manhood springing free. Victoire laid there, frozen in place, watching with so much attention the huge member erecting high up in the air. Victoire gulped.
"Come here." he said in a sultry voice. He grabbed her arm and softly pulled her towards him. She mounted him, straddling the hard organ between her legs. Nott moaned gently as her covered pussy brushed against him. Victoire placed her hands on top of his bare chest and trembling, she lowered her face to his and kissed him chastely on the lips.
"Move your hips."
"What?" she asked, panic seeping through her mind albeit her best intentions.
"Move your hips, baby." he said, chuckling and grabbing her hips. "Back and forth."
At first Nott was doing all the work. He moved Victoire with his hands, pressing her to him with a slow rhythm, but as Victoire started relaxing and decided this was not so bad, she moved along with him. Her heartbeat had been in super fast mode for the last ten minutes, and her chest was starting to ache, and yet she continued with the movement, figuring she might as well try, or else Teddy was not going to go away.
"Yes, love." Nott sighed. "You got it."
Victoire kept rocking back and forth, Nott's penis becoming harder and harder, and then she realised his member was pressuring her in a sensitive spot. She could feel a slight tingling in the pit of her stomach, and her lips were grasping a moan that was threatening to come out. She closed her eyes, and her head rolled back, her pleasure increasing as she found the right spot to rub herself. She rubbed and rocked and eventually her jaw opened up and a loud guttural sound escaped her.
"Oh, fuck." Nott mumbled, and with expertise, he grabbed Victoire from the waist and rolled them around. Victoire, startled, looked up at him with clear eyes. Nott smirked and started kissing her neck and jaw. His hand was cupping her breast and she could feel a beating in her pussy. She was extremely wet, and she began squirming underneath him.
"Nott…" Victoire hummed in pleasure, as he kissed her collarbone and the upper side of her breasts.
"Yes, darling." he sighed between kisses. "Oh, I want you so fucking much."
Nott grabbed Victoire's hand again, and he led her towards his still pulsating member. Victoire grabbed it this time with no hesitation, moving up and down his shaft while exploring the soft and hot skin.
"So fucking much." Nott repeated, his breathed completely rigged and his hands squeezing Victoire's slim figure. She took his face with her free hand and led him towards her mouth, kissing him passionately. And then something funny happened inside Victoire's head: as she was introducing her tongue inside his mouth, she found herself thinking: I love you, Ted. That thought alone was enough to scare her, but in that moment, and while she was distracted with thoughts about Teddy, Nott found the elastic of her pyjama shorts and introduced a hand inside them, instantly rubbing her clit.
"Ah!" Victoire exclaimed. "Don't!"
"You're so fucking wet." Nott said in a mad whisper. "Don't worry, baby. I promise you'll like it."
"No...Oh!" Victoire had no time to complain again, as Nott found her entrance and he had a finger inside her. She was experiencing a mixture of pain and pleasure she was not sure she liked. Her brain kept telling her to stop, that it was wrong for him to touch her like that, but she was scared of rejecting him again. She was trying his patience, after all, and she knew he had meant what he said. So she let him touch her, her stomach quenching and her whole body trembling. He was gazing at her face, his member still in her hand, but he moved expertly and efficiently and after some minutes, Victoire was squirming again underneath him.
"Relax, Weasley." he pleaded. "It'll feel good."
"I-" she let her eyes close, and the sensation became stronger. "St-ah! Please, sto-!"
"Come on, baby." he said again, kissing the hollow space between her jaw and neck. "Relax and cum for me."
"Stop!" she finally said, her eyes watering and her head spinning. Nott looked at her with a surprised expression, his hand instantly getting out of her pyjama shorts. He slowly regained composure, and reached out for his clothes. He dressed quietly, without turning around to see her. And just as he put on his t-shirt, he turned, his expression serious.
"I thought you were into it." he said, sighing.
"I-I...was." she said, her voice cracking. She could feel a knot forming in her throat, and her eyes began to water profusely. "It's just that-I felt th-Maybe... we were going too fast."
"Maybe." Nott said simply. "I'm a bit disappointed, I thought…"
"What?"
"Nothing." he said, helplessly. "Let's meet again before we go home."
Victoire hesitated. She was crying then, her tears flowing freely from her eyes, and she reached for the duvet, covering herself. "I want to…"
"Then I'll see you."
"See you." she said, looking down to the bedding, and then he left. She stayed there for some minutes, thinking hard about what she had done, and how wrong it felt. She felt completely bare although all her private bits were covered, and somehow she knew Nott had no right in seeing her that way. She started crying without knowing the reason at first, but as, some hours later, sleep was finally claiming her, she realised she was crying because she missed Teddy.
She left the Room of Requirement barely before dawn, and by the time she had arrived at her dorm, someone was already out of bed. Haley still slept pleasantly and she crawled into bed to get another hour of sleep before breakfast. When she woke up, Haley was sitting on her bed, looking at her with curiosity and enthusiasm.
"What's going on?" Victoire asked groggily.
"Who's the bloke?" Haley squealed from delight and squeezed under the covers with Victoire.
"What?" Victoire nervously asked.
"Don't play dumb!" Haley said, laying in her side to look at her. "You were not in your bed for the whole night, you must've been with some bloke!"
"I was with Dom-"
"Don't try to say you were with Dom because I already asked her!"
"I was studying!" Victoire lied pathetically.
"All night? When we are going home tomorrow? I don't think so." Haley grabbed Victoire's arm and shook it violently. "Just spill the beans already!"
"Fine…" Victoire whispered. "I was with a bloke."
"Oh Merlin!" Haley said. "Who is he?"
"It's a secret." Victoire reddened, thinking about what they were doing.
"Even to your best friends?" Haley pouted.
"Yes." Victoire said firmly. "We are going out in secret."
"Why?"
"Because I didn't want my parents to know!" she lied quickly.
"But we wouldn't have said anything!"
"Oh, Haley. You know that my parents have eyes and ears everywhere, They're close friends with McGonagall and Uncle Neville and Hagrid. If someone saw us roaming around the halls like a couple, they would immediately find out!"
"I guess you're right." Haley said, pensively. "But still, you could've told me and I wouldn't have said anything!"
"You're a good friend, I'm sorry." Victoire said, hugging her. "But don't ask me anymore questions. I beg you. I don't want anyone to find out yet."
"Fine." Haley said, grumpiness in her voice. "Is he at least a good boyfriend?"
"I believe so…" Victoire said truthfully. "But I'm not sure yet. We have not been dating long."
"I'll wait for you to tell me." Haley said. "But please talk to me if he's being mean to you. We need to watch out for each other."
"All right, then."
And with that, both girls went out of bed and to have some breakfast. Victoire was nervous for seeing Nott again, the night before had not ended well, and she was not even sure why it had ended that way. She had clearly said she didn't want to, and yet Nott had been disappointed? Victoire's head was a mess, how could he be disappointed? She was the one receiving everything by that point, it was her lost if she wanted to stop, and even so, Nott had left as if he had expected something else from her.
She sat down directly in front of him, with the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables in between them. She wanted to see his face, and she wanted him to see her, just to see if he was as confused as she was. But he was his usual self, laughing out loud to whatever his friends had said, and having his arm intertwined with the blonde's. He had said before that she already had a boyfriend, but the boyfriend seemed to be gone, and the blonde was there again. Was he sleeping with her?, Victoire asked herself.
"You should have told me, I could have kept the secret too!" Dominique whispered into her ear. Victoire turned to look at her, realising with horror that Haley spoke to her about it without her consent. Yes, the three of them were best friends, and spite that, she felt a little betrayed.
"I couldn't risk it. What if Louis found out?" Victoire said, a bitter tone impregnated in her voice.
"Like I would say something about it!" Dominique whispered more harshly than before. "Since when have I revealed one of your secrets? Just tell me who he is and we're even."
Haley leaned forward trying to be in on the secret too, but Victoire just shoved a huge spoonful of oatmeal into her mouth and chewed silently. She felt their stares burning holes on her face, and yet she remained silent.
"You're not going to tell?!" Dominique asked, exasperated. "I thought we didn't keep secrets from one another."
"I promised him I was not going to reveal it!" Victoire said, angrier by the second.
"Just leave it alone, Dom. I'm sure she has her reasons." Haley intervened.
"Her reasons are stupid then, if she can't confide in me." Dominique sulked. The conversation steered out of danger after that. Victoire finished eating her meal in peace, but just as she was standing up so she could get started with packing for the holidays, she felt eyes on her again. This time, Nott's.
He was at the Entrance door, looking at Victoire's direction, speaking to one of his Slytherin friends. Was he trying to look nonchalant, but his eyes kept wandering to her direction with more frequency than necessary. Victoire's face reddened instantly, as she realised she had to pass right beside him to go and pack. She debated between sitting down and wait or just do it, but she was already standing up, so sitting back down was even more suspicious.
She kept her eyes glued to the floor as she went past him. She could smell his aroma as her shoulder nearly brushed his, and she caught a glimpse of his conversation. He was talking about the blonde Slytherin girl.
"If you want Tatiana then, just take her away, I don't need her anymore…" Nott was telling his friend.
Victoire couldn't help but wonder at his words. If he didn't want the blonde girl anymore, it certainly meant he was planning on making her sleep with him, was it not? She was suddenly afraid, and she remembered with certain apprehension the way he had almost forced her into doing something she was not comfortable with. In what mess did she get herself into? She had deluded herself into thinking that Nott was a good person, but what if he was not? Maybe Teddy was right and this was a huge mistake, she thought.
But her reflections on the matter were suddenly cut short as she felt a hand pulled her shoulder from behind, and she turned around instantly. Nott was centimeters away from her face, his smirk in place and his eyes playful. A cold shiver went through her spine and she stepped away.
"Where do you think you're going?" he said, his smirk disappearing and extending an arm in her direction. He made a move to grab her arm, but she stepped further back. "What's going on?"
"We're in public." Victoire lied. "Someone might see us and my sister is getting suspicious."
"Follow me then." Nott said, turning around and walking towards the dungeons. The Entrance Hall was empty except for them, everyone else was either having a late breakfast or packing. She hesitated, standing glued to her spot, she watched as Nott's back was getting away from her, and she was unable to move.
"You coming or not?" he said, turning his head slightly, never stopping.
"I'm coming." Victoire finally said, her feet moving on their own accord. She followed him to an empty classroom in silence. He closed the door behind her and conjured up a bright fire that he placed on the teacher's desk, instantly warming up the small room. She was still perched on the door, her hands behind her back and her lower lip being bitten. She was really nervous and afraid, and she had no clue why. Nott turned to look at her then, and extended his arm again, for her to come to him.
"Are you going to make me go to you?" he asked, his voice coming off a little irritated. He extended his arm even more. Victoire walked towards him shyly and her face burning up.
"Are you back to being shy and innocent now?" Nott asked, teasingly, as he grabbed her waist and pulled her forcefully to him.
"I'm not doing it on purpose." Victoire claimed, setting her hands on his chest. "I'm just embarrassed."
"I wanted to talk to you about it, actually." Nott said, searching her eyes. "I guess I need to apologise for last night. I was a bit annoyed."
"Apology accepted." Victoire whispered.
"But still," Nott said, sighing. "It's a little frustrating that you won't let me do anything. Why are we even doing this if I have to behave?"
"I want to...forget."
"About the other bloke, I know." Nott sighed again. "But baby, I told you since the beginning that I am a physical person, I need to touch you. And you agreed."
"Will that make me forget?" Victoire asked innocently.
"I don't know, darling. But I can try." Nott said, truthfully. "You just have to let me try."
Victoire was confused again. What was he asking permission for exactly? If she said yes, was she consenting to having sex with him? She didn't want to do it if she was not in love, and right then, she was sure she was not in love with him. She was attracted to him, that was a fact, but she was also afraid, and he made her feel uncomfortable. That was certainly not love.
"No sex." she said simply, lowering her eyes. "But I guess we can do everything else. Just...slowly."
"Yes, yes. We've been through that. Can we at least finish what we started last night?" Nott said, his member instantly hardening. Victoire could feel it poking the lower part of her belly. Her face burned up even more, if that was even possible.
"All right…" she whispered. Nott didn't need any further approval, he swiftly took her off her feet and sat her down on the teacher's desk, careful not to knock over the fire. He parted her legs and inserted himself between them, taking her by the waist and kissing her fully on the mouth. She was taken by surprise, not completely sure how to respond to his fervent kisses. She tried to keep up with his mouth, but he seemed almost desperate. He instantly took off her sweater, leaving her in a thin cotton t shirt. She shivered.
"Are you cold?" Nott asked softly.
"Yes." Victoire said, crossing her arms over her chest. Nott conjured up another fire, making them levitate around them so the sublime warm could wash over them.
"Is that better?" he whispered into her ear right before taking her earlobe between his lips.
"Hmm." Victoire hummed. He continued kissing, almost ravishing her with his mouth. His lips moved from her earlobe to her jaw, and then down to her neck. He touched her over her clothes, squeezing her breasts and pressing her nipple with his thump. Victoire moaned involuntarily and stiffened her legs around him.
"Easy, baby. I've not even started yet." he said, his voice low and guttural. His hands swiftly slid under her shirt, his cold hand caressing her taunt stomach. She shivered again, pulling out his hair and resting her forehead on his shoulder. He moved rapidly, trying to touch everything before Victoire could reject him again. His hands were under her shirt, over her bra, squeezing with force and rocking his hips to her. His mouth was again in hers, introducing his tongue and grasping for her lips. Victoire was overwhelmed by his ever increasing desire, her insides were churning and her head was spinning. She had doubts about everything, and still she let him take off his sweater and discard his shirt. Her hands quickly caressed his bare chest and he responded with inserting his fingers beneath her bra. It was the first time she was touched skin on skin and her whole body was trembling.
She was not sure when Nott had discarded her clothes too, and she was left in just her jeans, staring straight at him. Her skin quickly reddened, a lump forming in her throat, and she tried to cover her chest with her arms.
"Don't…" Nott warned, his hands stopping her arms. He kissed her neck and shoulder, taking her breasts in his hands, flicking her nipples.
"No…" Victoire whispered, her eyes shut close and her hands on Nott's shoulders. She wanted him to stop, but she immediately thought of Teddy and she stayed quiet.
"Relax, baby." Nott breathed. "You'll like it." And then Nott lowered his mouth and licked the tip of her right breast. Victoire's reaction was automatic, her head leaned back and her chest rushed out to meet his mouth more forcefully, a moan escaped her lips and Teddy's name was spoken. Nott slowly separated his head from her chest, he looked at her, his eyes blank and his expression serious. Victoire covered her chest with her arms and blushed deeply when she realised what she had done.
"You're thinking about him while I do this to you?" he asked, his voice leveled and his face lacking emotion.
"I-It wasn't...intentional." Victoire declared, her face burning up.
"Am I… Do you…" it was the first time ever that Victoire had seen Nott's words failing him. She stared at him in surprise and waited for him to organise his thoughts.
"Let's stop now." he said in a quiet voice, getting their clothes from the floor.
"Stop?..." Victoire asked in a tentative whisper. "I thought…"
"It's not important anymore." he said, a little harsher than usual. "Just get dress."
Victoire took the t-shirt that Nott was handing her, and putting on her bra she peered at him. He wasn't looking at her, dressing as quickly as possible. Victoire hadn't put on her sweater yet when he was already standing by the door.
"I'll see you." Nott said in almost a whisper.
"You're angry." Victoire stated.
"Have a nice break." Nott said louder, stepping out of the room. The small fires had remained with Victoire, and she turned them out just before getting out. She felt funny. What exactly had just happened? She had never seen Nott act that way before, and she had figured her little slip up was nothing to him. He already knew she wanted to forget someone else, but he had looked...hurt. Victoire's head was spinning again, she had to rest her right hand on the hallway wall to get her mind straight. And when she looked up, she saw Dominique, her face contorted and walking straight to her.
