I Want You Back
By: babykelyse
Disclaimer: I own absolute nothing save for the plot and Tiliana. Credit goes to Blah-the-sixth, for Brian, which means you can't sue either of us. :)
WARNING – I forgot to put this in the last chapter, even though nobody complained. But I will put a warning in this one. A lovely little smut scene is at the very end of this chapter, so if that doesn't float your boat, I suggest you stop reading after Brian and Tiliana's scene, mkay?
Ten
Luna twisted a piece of white-blond hair around her finger absentmindedly as she watched Blaise try and cram as much information into his head as he possibly could in preparation for his N.E.W.T.'s at the end of the week. She smiled softly at his nearly inaudible grunt of frustration towards the textbook in front of him.
"You know, if you keep frowning like that, you'll mar your pretty face." She teased.
"I'll never mar this face." Blaise answered arrogantly, taking a moment to scribble something on the parchment in front of him.
"I don't understand why you waited until the last minute to study anyway." Luna said airily. "You should have already been prepared, being the perfect Slytherin that you are."
Blaise rolled his eyes at his girlfriend, refusing the give in to her good-natured goading. They both knew just how hard he worked at his students, as he often had to cancel their dates to make sure he stayed ahead in his classes. Blaise groaned again, wondering again why he chose to take so many subjects in his last year of schooling. Potions, Transfiguration, and Defense Against the Dark Arts, wasn't giving him any problems whatsoever. Charms, Ancient Runes, and Arithmancy, however were a different story. He cursed himself once again for enrolling himself in the Arithmancy course. He was good with numbers, brilliant in fact, but that didn't seem to matter Professor Vector as she still piled on loads of homework for her class.
Blaise threw his quill down and took a glance over towards Luna. She was staring out towards the Black Lake, but Blaise saw when she tried to stifle a yawn with her hand. Instantly, Blaise felt bad about asking Luna to sit with him while he studied. She was a sixth year, and was lucky enough not to have to worry about major tests until next year. Reaching out a tanned hand, he caressed her back softly and smiled when she leaned into his touch.
"You don't have to stay out here with me, you know." He murmured. "This has to be boring for you."
Luna laughed lightly, turning to face Blaise. "It's very boring, sitting here watching you study, but I'd rather be here with you than anywhere else."
At Luna's words, Blaise felt a strange tug at his heart and in that moment, sitting with Luna in the slightly cool weather, he knew. No other witch would ever make him feel the way he did with Luna, and Blaise finally admitted to himself that he'd fallen in love with the slightly eccentric Ravenclaw that sat before him, smiling. At his revelation, Blaise could only stare at Luna with a goofy grin on his face.
"Blaise?" Luna looked at her boyfriend, perplexed. "What's wrong?"
Blaise shook his head, laughing slightly. "Absolutely nothing, love. Everything is perfect."
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Brian never felt more grateful that he'd already completed his N.E.W.T.'s before coming to Hogwarts. As he made his way into the Great Hall, he chuckled lightly at the slightly panicked looked in nearly all of the seventh year students. He could almost see the steam blowing out of student's ears as they overloaded their brains with last minute information that they'd neglected to study over the last month of school. Smirking to himself, he made his way over to the Slytherin table, but stopped at the sight before him.
Tiliana sat near the end of the Slytherin table, papers spread haphazardly around her as she scribbled wildly on a foot-long piece of parchment. Her dark hair was pulled back in a messy bun at her nape, and a random quill was sticking out from somewhere in the confines of her hair. Brian took a deep breath before walking over to where the girl sat.
"Need some help?" He asked, trying not to notice how full her lower lip looked.
Tiliana looked up, startled before grinning sheepishly.
"Brian…hi. Um, no I think I'm okay. Unless you happen to be a genius in Ancient Runes. I would have asked Blaise to help me, he's a genius in that class, but he's with Luna and I didn't want to intrude on their time, and I'm rambling aren't I?"
Brian laughed, instantly at ease with this familiar Tiliana.
"You were rambling, but I'm used to it by now." Brian winked. He was rewarded with an answering blush, and found himself puffing up at the sight. "As it happens, I am rather good with Ancient Runes. Beauxbatons made it a requirement for 5th years."
"Really?" Tiliana asked, intrigued. "What ever could you do with that subject?"
"Specialized fields." Brian answered, making himself comfortable on the bench beside Tiliana. "Not many students take Ancient Runes during their time at school, and those that do have the added advantage of being able to read scripts in Old Tongue, especially for Ancient and Old Magic."
"That's clever." Tiliana laughed. "I'll consider that if I don't get into my dream field."
"And what would that be?"
"I want to be a Healer." Tiliana smiled. "That's always been a dream of mine. I'd happily live out the rest of my life helping others in need."
"That's admirable." Brian said, impressed. "But if you want to be a Healer, then why are you taking Ancient Runes? You should be up to your head in Potions, Herbology, and Arithmancy."
"Oh those are a piece of cake, Bri. I am a Slytherin, so naturally Potions comes naturally to me. My mother deals with all types of herbs and such, so I've had what the muggles call a 'green thumb' since birth, and I'm extremely good with numbers so Arithmancy is no problem. But for some reason, I just can't seem to get my head around Ancient Runes."
"Would you like for me to help? I'm pretty good at if, if I do say so myself. I achieved an 'O' in my Ancient Runes N.E.W.T.'s."
"Oh, Brian would you really? I'd be forever in your debt." Tiliana smiled, extremely grateful.
Brian felt his cheeks heat up at the smile Tiliana directed at him, but managed to get himself under control. It was bad enough that the flowery scent she wore wafted around him like a lover's caress.
"Yeah, it's no problem."
Three hours later, Tiliana had a much better understanding of Ancient Runes, and Brian was ready to tear his hair out at being so near the object of his affection, but unable to tell her so. Brian watched as Tiliana as she stretched, and had to avert his eyes when the shirt she wore rose up a bit to show a patch of tanned skin.
"Brian, I can't thank you enough for your help." Tiliana grinned at the boy beside her. It had been a difficult three hours, sitting next to boy she'd harbored a crush on for years. Every time he brushed against her, her skin would come alive, tingling with little electric shocks. She wanted nothing more than to just throw Brian on the table and snog him senseless.
"It was my pleasure, Tiliana. If you need anymore help before you test, just find me. I don't even have to worry about N.E.W.T.'s so I'll be bored out of my mind while the rest of you are cramming."
"Call me Tili." Tiliana told him shyly. "All my friends do."
"So you consider me a friend now, do you?" Brian teased.
Tiliana laughed, unconsciously inching closer to him. "I've always thought of you as a friend, even though you can be an arse sometimes."
"I try." Brian winked. "It's in my nature to be blunt with people. My mother told me my father was the same way."
"Was?" Tiliana questioned.
"Yeah. He…died. Before I was born." Brian answered quietly. "I never got to know him."
"Oh…Brian, I'm so sorry. If I had known, I would have never asked."
"No, it's okay." Brian smiled. "It took me a long time to even say that without closing myself off. You have to be really special to me if I can even talk about him without snapping."
Tiliana looked down, mulling over Brian's words. "Am I?" She asked quietly.
"Are you what?"
"Special to you. I mean, you said that a person would have to be special to you to talk about your dad, and…just forget it." Tiliana forced out a laugh. "Forget I said anything."
"Do you want to be?" Brian asked cautiously. Remembering how Blaise said to be forthright and honest when it came to admitting his feelings.
"Brian, don't be obtuse." Tiliana suddenly snapped. "Don't sit there and…flirt with me if you don't mean anything you say!"
"Why do you think I wouldn't mean it?" Brian snapped back. "I've never been anything but honest with you."
"Oh, please." She scoffed. "I think it's pretty much common knowledge to everyone in this entire bloody school that I've liked you since forever. And it's pretty obvious that you've never felt the same way…Oh!"
Brian cut off Tiliana's rant with his lips, and was instantly glad that he did. Her lips were just as plump and soft as he'd dreamed them to be. She tasted of sunshine and flowers and something wholeheartedly Tiliana, and Brian couldn't get enough.
After the shock of having a pair of firm lips descend upon hers, Tiliana felt the anger drain out of her as she returned Brian's kiss with her very soul. Her entire body felt like melted goo as Brian's warm hands found their way to her hips. She scooted closer, wanting to be as close as possible to the enigma that was Brian. Tiliana grabbed hold of that luscious dark hair she'd dreamed of so very often, and ran her fingers through the surprisingly soft locks. The two were broken from their embrace at a not so discreet cough. Brian looked up in irritation at his cousin, who was grinning madly at the scene before her.
"Well it's about bloody time!" Pansy exclaimed, laughing. "We thought we'd have to lock the two of you up in a deserted classroom with all that sexual tension brewing between you."
Tiliana blushed and she pushed herself back from Brian slightly. Brian noticed this, frowned, and pulled her back to where she belonged. Tiliana looked up at him in shock, while Pansy merely smiled knowingly.
"Why are you interrupting a perfectly good moment, Pans? Don't you have your own little Gryffindor to bother?" Brian asked, his tone bland.
"Currently, our House is in the second spot, and I'd hate for all the Slytherins to take a personal vendetta against both of you for losing their House points." Pansy answered smartly, nodding towards several scowling Slytherins and a fuming House Head.
Tiliana bowed her head in mortification when it sunk into her head that she'd just had a full on snog session in front of the entire school. She could feel her cheeks burning, and was eternally grateful for her Mediterranean ancestors that blessed her with her tan skin.
"Oh, gods!" Tiliana moaned. "How did I manage to forget we were in the bloody Great Hall?"
"Because my kiss was so magical?" Brian said, cheekily. "Come on, Tili. It's not like they aren't used to it. Draco and his girlfriend snogged here just last week!"
"He's right." Pansy chimed in, soothingly. "Harry and I snog in here all the time."
"That was something I could live without ever knowing." Brian said sarcastically. "It's bad enough to know that you're even…active." He glanced meaningfully at Pansy's small bump.
"Oh, shut it you." Pansy grinned before turning back to her friend. "Tili, really it's okay. This sort of thing will die down by dinner, I promise."
"It had better!" Tiliana's answer came out muffled, due to the fact that she now had her face buried in her hands.
"If I even think someone is speaking nastily about you, they'll never be seen again, okay?" Brian reassured her.
Tiliana smiled up at Brian, shaking her head at his statement.
"I think I'm going to like being with you." She declared, throwing a wink at Pansy.
"Of course you will." He answered arrogantly, hugging her close to him. "If you think the snogging is good, just wait until you get me in the sack."
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"Ron, you'll never finish your studies if you keep staring off in space." Hermione admonished.
"'Mione, this stuff is boring! I'll never understand why Professor Binns can't make History of Magic the interesting topic it us." Ron moaned pitifully. Hermione merely laughed at him as she put the finishing touches on her Arithmancy homework. She'd finished studying weeks earlier.
"He's never made it interesting." Hermione smiled. "Besides, you didn't even have to take that class!"
"Well it was either History of Magic or Divination and you know how I feel about Trelawney." Ron muttered darkly. "She's a right bint if you ask me."
"Ron!"
"Well it's true!" Ron sulked. "Reading tea leaves is a load of rubbish and you know it. Thank the gods I don't need that class to become an Auror."
"You could have always taken Astronomy. I'm sure that would have been beneficial to your Auror training."
Ron merely shrugged and turned back to the two foot essay he should have finished a week ago. He grinned faintly as Hermione slid beside him running her fingers through his thick hair. He did love it when she did that. Ron closed his eyes as Hermione rubbed his scalp, all thoughts of homework forgotten. They were currently in the Astronomy Tower, as there was not a moment's peace in the Gryffindor Common Room. He and Hermione had managed to conjure up two plush couches and a few tables to scatter their homework and study materials on. Ron was broken out of his thoughts by a pair of soft lips kissing his neck gently. Ron felt his body instantly respond and he tried to think of any and everything to calm himself down.
Hermione wasn't helping any as she kept pressing soft kisses to his neck and rubbing her fingers through his hair. Her warm breath tickled his ear, and Ron nearly jumped to the roof when she bit down on the lobe every so gently.
"Hermione…w-what are you doing?" Ron managed to grit out. She was doing wonders with her lips.
"You don't like it?" Hermione asked coyly, her tongue darting out to trace the shell of her boyfriend's ear.
"Ahh…um, I like it very much, but shouldn't we be studying?" Ron panted, his pants tightening very uncomfortably.
"Mm…maybe later." Hermione whispered. "Right now I want to enjoy some alone time with my very gorgeous boyfriend."
Ron opened his mouth to speak again, but was cut off by Hermione pressing her lips to his. Never one to reject a good snog, Ron deepened the kiss, his tongue coming out to battle playfully with Hermione's. He pulled his girlfriend on top of him, grabbing her hips as he brought her in contact with his throbbing arousal. Hermione gasped, and Ron immediately stilled, looking up at her apologetically.
"Sorry. Too much?" He asked, concerned about pushing her.
Hermione smiled down at Ron, touched by his thoughtfulness. "Not at all, Ron. Make love to me?"
Ron started at Hermione's words. "A-are you sure? I told you before, we don't have to rush anything, love."
"I love you, Ron. I'm ready. I want you to be my first…my only." Hermione answered shyly, a big change from her vixen display just minutes earlier.
"I love you too, Hermione. I want to be your first and only, just like you'll by my first and only." Ron smiled. Hermione beamed at him before capturing his lips in a sweet kiss.
Ron moaned deep in his throat as he ran his fingers up and down Hermione's shapely body. Who knew she was hiding all this underneath her robes? He heard her gasp as he ran his fingers beneath her skirt, skimming her thighs lightly. She deepened the kiss, her tongue darting in and out playfully as she ran her fingers through his thick hair. Ron released his mouth from the highly erotic kiss, only to pepper little licks and bites down her long neck, inhaling the sweet scent that was purely her own. Hermione threw hear head back, mewling as Ron ravaged her neck. His thumbs brushed against her erect nipples lightly, and Hermione gasped aloud, grinding herself against his bulge.
"Oh gods, Ron. If I had known how good this would feel, I wouldn't have made you wait so long." She gasped out, trying to put herself in as much contact with Ron's body as she could.
"I think I've created a monster." Ron teased, biting down on her shoulder lightly. Her answering moan had him ready to ravish her right then and there. Slowly, he unbuttoned her blouse and peeled it off of her, revealing creamy, rosy skin marred by nothing. Ron looked up at Hermione, love shining in his eyes.
"You're perfect."
Hermione blushed, ducking her head against Ron's neck as he skimmed his hands up and down her arms. She reached down and began tugging impatiently at his shirt. They both managed to pull the garment off, Hermione throwing it out of the way as she took in the sight before her. Lithe, defined muscles graced Ron's upper body along with a smattering of darker colored freckles that stood out against his pale skin. Hermione suddenly had the urge to kiss every freckle she could find.
"You're the one that's perfect Ron." Hermione returned the compliment, smiling at his blush. She leaned down to kiss him again, grabbing a hold of the broad shoulders. Ron's arms came around her and crushed her to him gently, his fingers tangling into her wavy brown hair.
He broke away from the kiss, only to place light, butterfly kisses down her body, slowly peeling off her bra at the same time. Small, but firm breasts spilled out for Ron's viewing pleasure, topped off with dusky pink nipples. Ron took one of those nipples into his mouth, while rolling the other between his fingers. Hermione gasped, rubbing her legs together to alleviate the ache between her thighs as Ron pleasured her. He kissed lower, his tongue dipping into her bellybutton and Hermione moaned aloud, lost in the wonders Ron was awakening in her body.
"You sure you haven't done this before?" Hermione gasped out, looking down at the red-head.
Ron smirked, and Hermione nearly moaned again at how unbelievably sexy it made him look.
"I do have brothers, 'Mione." He winked, sliding her skirt down her legs.
"Ohhh…right." She answered absently, her eyes on the prominent bulge that was now visible in his slacks.
As Ron touched his hands to her knickers, Hermione drew in a deep breath. This was it. She was going to lose her virginity to the person she cared most about. Hermione smiled at that thought as Ron slowly peeled her underwear down. Before he fully pulled them off, he looked up at her again, his expression soft.
"Are you really sure you want to do this, 'Mione? I won't be mad if you aren't completely ready."
Hermione smiled at Ron softly, and grabbed a hold of his hands with her own. "I'm more than sure, Ron. Now get these off!"
Ron laughed, reaching down to kiss her briefly before pulling her underwear completely off. Hermione kissed Ron's chest, as she reached for his belt buckle, swiftly opening it, and pulling his slacks down. She was surprised to see a tuft of dark red hair emerging from the opened slacks, and looked up at Ron questioningly.
"I, uh, sometimes like to go without." Ron was bright red, and Hermione giggled, strangely turned on by this turn of events.
"Don't be embarrassed, Ron. I like it that you go without." Hermione winked. Ron merely rolled his eyes at her while pulling his slacks, shoes and socks off, before proceeding to do the same to her. Before Ron could say another word, Hermione pulled him down on top of her, kissing him fully. She reached down and grabbed his erection, marveling at how soft, yet hard the piece of flesh in her hand was. Ron growled deep in his throat as she began to caress his length and reached down to return the favor.
Hermione gasped as she felt two of Ron's long fingers enter her, and she tightened her grip on his member. Two fingers quickly turned to three and Hermione found herself riding Ron's hands, desperate to relieve the ache that was building in her core. Stars flashed in front of her as her body clenched before releasing as she gasped out Ron's name. Dimly, she was aware of Ron positioning himself at her entrance and her eyes opened lazily.
"This is going to hurt a bit, love. I'll go slow, okay?"
"Okay." Hermione whispered. "I trust you."
Ron nodded, his shoulders tense as he began pushing into her tight heat slowly. Hermione winced at the stretching sensation and she grabbed a hold of Ron's biceps as he slowly filled her. He felt the tip of his erection hit a barrier and he looked down at Hermione apologetically.
"Just do it, love. I'm fine!" Hermione reassure him, though her eyes were squeezed tightly shut. She tried to stifle her whimper as Ron thrust into her fully, but she knew he heard her as he whispered soft apologies into her hair. Tears leaked from the corner of her eyelids, but she smiled up at Ron anyway. He began to move slowly in her, and Hermione gasped at the sensation. Soon, Ron's slowness was beginning to irritate her, and she made sure he knew that.
"Faster, Ron! Oh gods, it feels so good!"
Ron grunted as he complied with her wishes, thrusting into her faster and harder. The sounds of their lovemaking filled the room and Hermione felt a familiar sensation tingling in her. She grabbed Ron's face in her hands and pulled him down to a searing kiss as she let the tidal wave of her release take her away.
"Gods, Hermione I can't hold out any longer!" Ron gasped out as he began thrusting wildly. "I love you so much."
He thrust into Hermione twice more before he released into her body, groaning out her name. Their harsh breathing was the only sound audible for a long while. Finally, Ron mustered up enough energy to roll off of Hermione, pulling her with him, so that she lay on top.
"Ron…that was amazing." Hermione purred, placing small kisses on his heaving chest.
"You were amazing, love." Ron grinned down at her, before frowning. "Oh, shit! We forgot protection!"
Hermione laughed and cupped Ron's face in her hands. "Don't worry. I already took care of it."
"W-what?" Ron exclaimed. "Already took care of it?"
Hermione looked down, embarrassed. "I woke up today knowing that you and I were going to make love so before we got up here I cast an all-day protection spell on myself."
"So that's why you didn't want to study in the Common Room, huh?" Ron asked cheekily. "I was wondering why you were so adamant about going somewhere private. It wasn't that loud in there."
Hermione blushed even as she laughed. "I wanted you all to myself. And I didn't want everyone looking at us with knowing looks when I dragged you off."
"You little minx." Ron said affectionately. "How did I get to be the luckiest bloke in all of Britain to have the smartest witch ever fall in love with me?"
"You were simply yourself, Ron. And that's all it took." Hermione smiled at him, love filling her eyes.
"I love you, 'Mione."
"I love you too, Ron. Forever."
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A/N: I made Hermione into a vixen! Lol A much welcome change, I hope since I honestly can't stand her in the books. :) Anyway, thanks so much for your kind words for the last chapter! It really made my day a whole lot better when I saw the little review alert thingy in my mailbox, guys. And you'll be happy to know that I blew off studying for a Bio test today just to get this chapter out sooner. :) The results from the pregnancy poll have spoken annnnd -drum roll- Pansy will be having a mixed set of twins! Thanks so much for your input, and I have a new poll up now, so start voting! Also, I've decided to honor my 100th reviewer with a one-shot, written especially for them by me! I'll do any pairing you like, no matter who. I've grown extremely fond of the Harry/Draco ship lately, so it's even better if you choose that one Lol So get to reviewing guys! I think that's pretty much it as far as what I have to say. Next update will hopefully be in the next two weeks or, if my little writing muse doesn't leave me, sometime next week since I have Fall Break. :) Forgive any spelling/grammar mistakes. I don't think there are many, but if there are, feel free to let me know! So you know the drill: Read, review, and as always, enjoy! Ciao!