Chapter Eleven: Some History
This wouldn't have been so awkward if they both hadn't been celibate for a very long time. And it also wouldn't have been awkward if they hadn't been so damn horny for each other. Not that either would admit it, but they were. Albus hadn't had sex in at least six months and for Riley it had been even longer. And it was taking its toll, on both of them.
"You wanna?" Riley asked. "It'll be like old times." Riley said even as she poured two shot glasses of fire whisky.
Albus laughed to defuse the bomb ticking inside of him. If he could laugh, he could forget how much he wanted Riley in his bed.
"You remember the first time we ever got drunk together?" Albus asked. It was too funny what had happened.
"How could I forget?" Riley said and downed the first shot. "You had just gotten dumped by Savannah and I was having a breakdown from those bloody O.W.L.s."
"And we snuck into the kitchen to find something to drown our sorrows in." Albus added as he downed his first shot.
"Do you remember how shocked I was when you pulled out a bottle of fire whiskey instead of the ice cream bin like I told you to?"
"The look on your face was priceless. We drank that whole bottle in under an hour. We were sloshed."
Riley sighed as she poured two more shots. "And then we had to hide from Professor Longbottom in the broom closet. We were squished together so that I could hardly move."
They were both laughing, but neither of them were in the mood to drink much more than they already had. So Riley poured them each a glass of butterbeer so they could sip at their own pace.
"All I remember after that was finding out that I had detention for two months and you only had it for a week. I don't remember why." Albus said, his face contorted, trying to remember. "Do you?"
"Well…" Riley said, "You probably don't want to know."
"That's what you said the day after when I asked you. I think that I have the right to know. It was the first time I ever got drunk you know." Albus said.
Riley contemplated not telling him, but hopefully the story might get him into her bed again. And she wanted that really badly.
"Just remember," Riley said, "you asked for it."
Albus smiled at her dramatic words. They were sitting across from each other at the table now and Albus had to fight his gaze dropping to her breasts every few seconds. She was wearing a tight purple tank top that pushed her boobs nearly out of the shirt and blue jeans that made her ass look spectacular. Then she told her story and Albus was horrified.
"We were in the broom closet for a really long time because the Professor kept pacing that particular hallway. We were so cramped in that little closet that I could feel every inch of you and you of me. You kind of had a boner and were so horny, or so you kept telling me."
Albus buried his face in his hands and then looked up at her. "You're joking right?" Albus asked.
Riley smiled and said, "Nope sorry, just beginning."
"Anyway, pretty soon you tried kissing me, but it was kind of impossible for you to do since my back was too you. I don't know what you thought you could do, but somehow we ended up spilling out of the broom closet right in front of Professor Longbottom.
"You were way drunker than I was by the way. The Professor asked us what we were doing and I told him that we drunk an entire bottle of fire whiskey. He was surprised, but I think he might have let us off easy if you hadn't started talking."
"Dear God!" Albus started. "What did I say?" He was humiliated by what he had done so far.
"Well…You started saying that Professor Longbottom was a voyeur who just wanted to watch you and I have sex. You said that he was mean for interrupting us in the middle of a, tryst, you called it. Then you started going off even more and I can't even remember the adjectives you used to describe your anger and how unfair life was. Then you kind of passed out." Riley barely managed to finish the story before she burst out laughing.
The look on Albus' face was to die for. He was absolutely mortified. And not many people can say they had that effect on him.
"It's not funny." Albus mumbled.
"Yes it is." Riley said through the laughter that was making her cry. Her sides were aching and she knew she must have looked ridiculous, but she couldn't help it. "And Professor Longbottom told me that he couldn't tell your parents what you had done, so he just told them that you were caught in a broom closet past hours, drunk, with another student."
"Thank God for Neville." Albus mumbled under his breath. Albus didn't even want to think about what would have happened if his parents had gotten the whole truth.
Albus and Riley sat sipping their butterbeer in silence before Albus spoke again.
"I've been thinking a lot of our sorting lately."
"Why?" Riley asked, only vaguely interested.
"How did Jeff get into Gryffindor?" Albus said. "And why were you before him in the sorting if his name comes alphabetically in front of yours?"
Riley didn't even think about not answering. It had become a habit for her to be open and honest. And although the mood became more serious, it didn't become less pleasant.
"I have no idea why I was before him. Maybe there was a mistake or something. Or maybe it was fate. And Jeff was in Gryffindor because I asked the hat to put him there."
Albus looked slack jawed at Riley. "Why in God's name would you do that?"
"I hoped that Gryffindor might change him." Riley said quietly and then continued. "I thought that I needed him."
"You didn't." Albus answered sincerely.
"No I didn't." Riley said quietly.
"Well, let's switch topics shall we. This is a good day. Our daughter's third birthday. We don't want to put a damper on things." Riley said cheerfully. She also, though she didn't say, wanted to switch topics so she could somehow seduce Albus to her bed.
But hours passed and Riley still hadn't succeeded. And she was damn frustrated about the fact. She wanted him, so very badly. But she couldn't make the first move; not when Albus was the one who needed to.
It's not until they're on the front porch of the little cottage saying goodbye that something interesting occurs.
"I guess this is good night." Riley said
"Yeah I guess so. It was fun." Albus said and the words sounded so strange.
To cover his awkwardness he leaned in to hug her and they both held on a little longer than necessary.
As the let go of each other they made eye contact and immediately after, lip contact.
