Hi all! Sorry for being AWOL, there are many reasons for that that I don't care to go into.
I hope you're all staying safe, and there are some Mature content themes in this (hence the changed content warning). The baseline age of consent in the UK is sixteen, and these characters are seventeen-ish, so it's all perfectly legal. The drinking in the previous chapters? Not so much, but in the UK we all drink underage.
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Chapter 15: Dreams Really Do Come True
Selene was named after the Greek moon goddess, in the vein of the Black family tradition of naming children after celestial beings and objects. So maybe it was natural that she was a night owl, staying up until the wee hours of the morning on many occasions. The sun just wasn't conducive to working, she always told herself. Moonlight was much more calming and practical. Less harsh. Cooler, it wouldn't put you to sleep like harsh rays of warm sunlight.
But that didn't mean that sleep couldn't come for her as well.
Books abandoned, the moonlight was shining through the windows in the Ravenclaw Tower, just shy of Selene's table. She was fast asleep, arms crossed over a copy of Spellman's Syllabary, hair fanned out around her and over her face.
An onlooker might think she looked cute, but after the events of the last few days, Selene was unlikely to allow any thoughts about her other than 'Ravenclaw Ice Bitch who chews up men and spits them out'.
In her mind, she was lying in a bed, in a much comfier position. But she was awake (as was typical for her dreams, Selene had never experienced the phenomenon of meta-sleep). Surrounded by fluffy pillows and the feather-down duvet of home, in the Ravenclaw blue streaked with the silver of Slytherin.
Her room at home had reluctantly been kitted out to parallel the greens of her brother's house, her parents having given up on changing her house after that first ill-fated trip to Dumbledore's office all those years ago. The Ravenclaw banner hung from the ceiling next to the window overlooking the garden, adjacent to a bookshelf crammed with the various books she had needed throughout her six years at Hogwarts. She could see it perfectly in her mind's eye, even when clouded by sleep.
What was strange, however, was more that she wasn't alone.
Selene lay back in her bed, sighing as she sank into the mattress, closing her eyes and taking in the smells and sounds of home. Far away, she could hear her father speaking in low tones, perhaps in his study. Her mother was in the garden, taking a walk among the roses as she so often did in the height of summer.
The boy next to her pressed himself against her side, a hardness digging into her hipbone. "How are you feeling?" he said quietly, either to stop her father from hearing or to try and convey a sensual tone. The erection implied the latter.
"Good," Selene said, eyes still closed as she felt the man's weight shift to be on top of her. "Again? I thought you would be tired from the last time."
"I've had more than enough time to recover," the dream-man was caressing Selene's neck now, his mouth leaning down until it was right next to her ear. "And I know you can go for hours…"
Selene giggled (just a dream thing, she wasn't herself whilst she slept, she would never giggle in real life) and stretched, threading her fingers into the boy's hair. "Maybe," she said, moving her hips up a little, enjoying the gasp emitted by the person on top of her. "I don't think you can though."
"Oh?" even with her eyes closed, Selene could hear the smirk in his voice. "I think I might have to prove you wrong then…"
Their lips met, and Selene groaned, pulling herself up to a sitting position to get better access at this person's mouth. The good thing about dreams is that the person could be moulded to whatever you wanted in a man, so this guy knew exactly what she wanted. His tongue was inside her mouth, frantically tasting every inch of her, as he moved one hand between her legs.
She wasn't wearing anything in this dream, as it appeared because one long, thin, cold finger soon slid its way inside her pussy, making Selene moan, breaking away from the searing kiss.
"You like that, don't you, Malfoy?" the man purred. A jolt of recognition ran through Selene's body, making her blood run cold. Her eyes snapped open to reveal a familiar face, red hair and freckles, smirking on top of her.
Selene's eyes opened in horror, as she almost pushed her chair over in her haste to stand up. No, no, no, no, NO!
She did not just have a sex dream about one of the fucking Weasley twins, no she did not. That wasn't right, she was imagining things - hell, she would rather have dreamt about Nott tying her up and using her as a sex slave than having… she couldn't muster the thought.
"I feel sick," Selene muttered, rubbing her eyes, and finally having the wherewithal to look around her, checking to see whether anyone had witnessed her extreme reaction. No, no, no. That didn't happen. Dreams were easily forgotten, in any case. Even if that had been what she'd dreamt (no, no it wasn't at all) then it could just disappear from her mind. Yes, that was definitely the case. If she forgot about it, and just went to bed, then it wasn't her concern anymore.
Wiping away a little spittle from the corner of her mouth that had formed in the midst of sleep, Selene slowly got to her feet, pushing the last remnants of the dream as far from her mind as she possibly could.
The first dregs of light were beginning to shine through the bronze trimmed curtains of the Ravenclaw Common Room, illuminating the Great Lake, and the gently floating Durmstrang boat. The snow of the Yule Ball had long since melted, although the windows were still lightly frosted in the cool air. It almost didn't seem worth going to bed anymore, especially if the sun was already beginning to raise its head over the mountains. Selene must have been more tired than she had initially realised.
Selene yawned, and stretched her arms out above her head, outstretching her fingers until she felt the satisfying pop from the joints in her hands. Even if she had largely missed her chance at a good night of sleep (damn you, Ancient Runes NEWT), surely she could nab a couple more hours in the confines of her own bed?
That sounded like a decent enough plan, so Selene neatly piled up her books and pushed them to one side of the table she had been working on. The room was deserted, and a stack of books all cleanly and neatly labelled were hardly a target for thievery, especially if they belonged to one of the Prefects. The parchment, however, was not quite such a quick fix. A quick tap to the ink ensured that the writing was sufficiently dry, so Selene rolled it up from the bottom, being careful to avoid any potential smudges that could emerge from not quite dried pen strokes.
She was satisfied with that. It would have to do, in any case, if she was to get any semblance of sleep that night. The parchment was uncomfortably dry in her hands as Selene tucked it under her arm and began the march up the stairs to the sixth year girl's dormitory.
Nobody was going to be up at this time of the morning, so Selene let herself relax a little as she moved to open the door to her room. Everything was pleasantly silent in these hours, there were no younger years running around disturbing her or requiring her discipline. All in all, not altogether a terrible time to be awake. If only it could stay that way.
"Thank Rowena!" came a cry from the room, as Selene stepped through the doorway into the dormitory. Apart from that, the first thing she realised was the bright light shining from the candles in the room that made her squint, followed by an intensely panicky Marietta attacking her with a hug. "We thought you'd died!"
"...I was downstairs," Selene muttered, voice still thick with sleep. "I fell asleep on one of the tables - not sure ho-"
"We've been waiting for you for hours," Cho was the next to chime in, hands on her hips over her bronze and blue coloured nightgown. "Seriously Sellie, you need to get a handle on yourself!"
"I do have a handle on myself," Selene was not so tired that she would let that little comment slide, as she rubbed her eyes and replaced her expression with a well-aimed glare in the direction of her best friend. "That's the furthest line from the truth, Cho, complete bullshit if you ask me."
"Oh yeah?" Cho smirked, moving forward to grasp her friend's wrist and drag her forward until she was sitting on the bed alongside her. "Then what do you call this?"
There was complete silence in the dormitory for a split second, until Cho produced a pair of lace panties from her pocket, holding them gingerly away from her on the end of her wand. They were a delicate pink colour, slightly faded from the washes over time, but still unmistakably feminine.
Selene raised an eyebrow at her friend. "Okay, so you went through my drawers," she said, stretching her arms above her head. One of the hazards of living in close proximity to four other girls was that they regularly got to see the kind of underwear she wore, which wasn't ideal, but was par for the course. "If this is all the evidence you have against me, I'm going to bed."
She made to stand up and walk away/escape, but Cho was too fast, grabbing her arm again and tugging her down to a sitting position. "Fred Weasley was waving these around in the Great Hall this evening. Fred. Weasley. Are you two screwing each other?"
Well, technically Selene wasn't, but she had been going out of her way to convince people that she was. Not that Fred getting hold of her underwear and waving them around in broad daylight was in any way part of the plan. She distinctly remembered emerging from the Gryffindor Common Room with a full set of clothes, including her nice panties (black lace, matching bra) on the Morning-That-Shall-Not-Be-Named, so how had Fred been able to get a hold of them?
But her dorm-mates were looking at her now, and her silence was just making Cho's smirk get wider and wider. "Maybe," Selene said, nonchalantly, seizing the pants from the end of Cho's wand. Thank Rowena, they were a clean pair. "What's it to you guys?"
"We knew you two were doing something," Katarina, a pretty redhead with large horn-rimmed spectacles and freckles peppering her nose, piped up from the bed opposite Cho and Selene. "That kiss the other day was quite the show… It looked like you were about to eat each other's faces off."
Selene looked down at the panties clenched in her fist, then back up at Katarina, then back down to her hand. Well, at least my ruse is effective, she pondered in her mind, before rolling up the underwear and stuffing them into her pocket. But right now, I have some serious bones to pick with Freddie darling.
"What I'm more concerned about," she snarled, getting to her feet. Thankfully, this time Cho didn't try to pull her down again. "Is how that fucker got my pants."
"Maybe he paid a first year to do it?" Marietta suggested unhelpfully, ignoring Selene's glare.
"Yeah, like he has the money to pay someone," Selene scoffed aloud, throwing the dormitory door open. "I'm going to fucking lynch him."
"Don't!" Katarina called from her bed. "If you kill him I won't have anyone good-looking to stare at in Care of Magical Creatures!"
Selene ignored her friend, storming down the stairs to the corridor and out into the hallway, her shoes making tapping noises as she furiously stormed in the direction of the Grand Staircase. She was a Prefect, a shoe-in for Head Girl next year, if Filch came around the corner she would claim she was doing a patrol or something. All she knew is that Fred Weasley was going to die.
Her first obstacle. The Fat Lady (watch your hips, Selene, us Black women are known for our slender figures! her mother commented in her head) was fast asleep, head resting against the frame of her painting. Selene loudly cleared her throat once, then twice, before knocking on the canvas.
The Fat Lady stirred slightly, and Selene knocked again, making the old woman jump. She looked around, eyes adjusting to the poor light, before she spotted Selene, standing in front of her. "Rude," she sniffed angrily, crossing her arms. "You're awfully early for a visitation. Come back when it's light."
"Pygmy Puff." Selene said firmly, thanking all that was holy that she had a list of all the Gryffindor Common Room passwords as a Prefect (and Head Girl in all but name). When the Fat Lady didn't make a move, Selene knocked on the canvas again, before repeating in a louder, angrier tone, "PYGMY. PUFF."
The Fat Lady sniffed again, looking down her nose at Selene before reluctantly swinging open. "Rude," she said again, louder herself this time, swinging shut with a bang behind the Ravenclaw girl as she stepped into the Gryffindor Common Room.
This Common Room, much like the Ravenclaw one, was also deserted, although the sun had begun to rise from this side of the castle. It bathed the room in dappled light as Selene stood in the centre of the room, looking around in anger as she planned her next move. Admittedly, she hadn't thought this through too much. Blind fury and remembering that her fake fuck buddy had taken her underwear (and her worst underwear at that) right from under her nose. However he had managed it, he needed to pay dearly, with both his dignity and his sleep.
Sometimes Selene could be rational. She could stand back and take a deep breath and reconsider her actions and her surroundings, and wonder whether her actions truly befitted those of a Black heiress. But she was angry, almost incoherently so - and after all, wasn't the entire principle of this exercise to not act like a Black heiress? She needed to do the actions that were least like her nature, to react like a hot-blooded Gryffindor Muggleborn or Half-Blood.
With this in mind, although her fury guided her actions, Selene raised her wand to her throat and muttered Sonorus under her breath.
"FRED WEASLEY!" although she spoke at no more than a whisper, her voice came out at three, four, maybe even five times its normal volume. More than double that of Selene's usual yelling. "GET THE HELL DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT BEFORE I CALL YOUR MOTHER!"
Not that she ever would, but the idea of Fred sitting bolt upright in bed, the threat of Molly Weasley's fury bearing down on his arse made Selene smirk. She highly doubted the Weasley Matriarch would appreciate a call from a Malfoy, especially after everything her father put Arthur Weasley through on a daily basis, but the concept alone was enough to spark fear.
And it worked perfectly. Just as hoped, just as expected, it was less than a minute later that a confused, slightly-sheepish looking Fred Weasley descended the stairs, dressed in a red and gold dressing gown and fluffy Dragon slippers. He was closely followed by his twin and Lee Jordan, but Selene hardly recognised their presence before she launched into her diatribe.
"HOW TH-" Selene stopped suddenly, feeling a flush rise to her cheeks as she realised her mistake. Fred smirked as Selene waved her wand again, the Quietus charm reverberating around the room as the spell wore off. She took a few steps closer to the redhead, until she was almost close enough to slap the smirk off his face. "How the hell did you get my underwear, Weasley?"
If anything, Fred just smirked wider. "Bit loud there, Malfoy," he sneered, taking a step closer to Selene, resting his hand on her shoulder. She flinched away from his touch, but Fred held on tightly. "Be careful, I thought you wanted people to think we were intimate."
"Shut up," Selene muttered, trying to ignore the heat in her face as she felt his breath on her, both of them being level enough in height to meet each other in the eye. "Answer the question, you pervert."
Fred placed his hand on his heart in mock outrage. "Me? A pervert?" he stepped even closer to Selene, his lips scarily close to hers. Selene closed her eyes and let out a breath she didn't realise she'd been holding. The redhead made to move even closer, even as Selene stiffened. His lips were at her ear now.
"If you wanted to fuck me, you only had to ask," he whispered, blowing into her ear gently. Selene held her breath again, deliberately not opening her eyes. This was not supposed to be happening. She was meant to come in, yell at Fred, then take her leave and get her wanted - well, it would be more like an hour and a half of sleep by now. She was not meant to wind up getting seduced by a guy wearing ridiculous slippers.
No, she was not being seduced. She was the seducer. And if she absolutely had to, she would take drastic measures to stay on top of the situation. So Selene released her breath, opened her eyes and drew herself closer, skimming a hand down Fred's back.
"I have much sexier underwear on now," she whispered back, smirking a little herself as Fred's breath hitched. "If you wanted some, all you ever had to do was ask."
Hook, line and sinker. Fred pulled back now, his eyes heavy lidded, but somewhat surprised. Gradually, that was replaced with a knowing twinkle, as Selene was lifted off her feet and into the air, an arm hooked under her knees. Arms of a Beater all right, Selene fought off her disgruntlement and replaced it with cool detachment, bottling up her anger - for now, at least.
"Excuse me gentlemen," Fred said in a slightly husky voice as he pushed past his twin and friend, gripping Selene closer to him as he moved up the stairs. "Me and the lady need some alone time."
Despite her anger, Selene bit back a chuckle at George and Lee's disgruntled pleas to the contrary as her redheaded fake lover pushed open the door with his foot and entered. Fred rushed over to his bed (very recognisable by the rumpled sheets and discarded socks that made Selene wrinkle her nose) and dropped her onto it, before pulling his wand from his dressing gown pocket. "Colloportus," he said quickly, before turning back to Selene.
"Wait, Weasley," Selene sat up, self-consciously patting her hair down to make sure it hadn't been mussed in the fall. "This isn't a pleasure call."
"Really?" Fred smirked again, taking a few steps towards her, until he was at the end of the bed. "Are you telling me you're not wet for the Weasley?"
Selene grimaced and shuddered, pushing herself fully upright. This was not a dream, this was more like a nightmare. If she ever heard the words 'wet for the Weasley' again, she thought she might vomit. "No," she lied, crossing her legs and ignoring the redhead's knowing smirk. "I'm here to find out how the fuck you got my pants."
"Oh, those," Fred chuckled, and Selene crossed her arms across her chest, glaring up at the boy. "You have excellent taste, Malfoy."
"Shut up," Selene spat, trying to summon all of the anger she felt into one gaze. However, Fred seemed largely unphased. "You're a pig."
"Just doing my job," Fred said, climbing onto the end of the bed, grinning as Selene pulled away from him, pushing the pillows onto the floor to get to the other end. "Wanted to make it extra believable, you know."
"Even so," Selene sighed, lowering her gaze from his as she felt her cheeks reddening again. Damn being so pale. Damn those Black genes to hell. "Why go waving them around at dinner?"
"Oh, that," Fred seemed incapable of thinking up differing speech patterns, Selene thought, as she felt the boy inch even closer to her. Yet, some part of her, right in the back of her mind, decided not to move. "Just getting my own back Malfoy."
"For the kiss?" Selene gathered her senses and copied Fred's smirk, moving herself closer to him herself. "You enjoyed it Weasley, don't lie to me."
Fred's eyes dropped to her lips, and his tongue flicked out to wet his own in anticipation. "Even so," his voice dropped to a husky whisper, his eyes dropping even lower. Selene, to her part, didn't attempt to stop him. "You need taking down a peg or two."
"Do I?" Selene copied his tone, summoning that part of her that was desperate to get one up on Weasley, and straddled the twin. By his gasp, he hadn't been expecting that. Great, she was winning. "By the contrary, I think you're the one that needs a reality check."
"Fuck me Malfoy," Selene shivered slightly at the tone of Fred's voice now, and tried to ignore the heat flooding to her core as his hardness pressed against her inner thigh. "For a Ravenclaw Ice Princess, you're hot."
"Is that what you want?" Selene teased, shifting herself on top of Fred and smirking at his groan. "Certainly feels that way."
Fred pressed his hips up to her, pulling her closer to him as he did so. "You have no idea," he said huskily. "God, Malfoy, you have no idea."
This was definitely different to the Fred Weasley that had left her in the Entrance Hall with a flushed face and lack of a tongue. She was rather enjoying this, despite herself. If she could ignore her pulsing, soaking wet pussy, then she would be far in the lead in this strange game. "Are you sure?" Selene whispered, placing her lips to Fred's, pulling away before he could deepen the kiss. "I'll chew you up and spit you out, Weasley."
"Are you sure you're not a Slytherin?" Fred quirked an eyebrow, shifting again under the Ravenclaw. Now he was right under her, and Selene bit her lip to keep from crying out as he pressed upwards again. "You're cunning, cold, clever… I'm not sure about being resourceful, but you could prove me wrong yet."
"Piss off, Weasley," Selene hissed, regretfully (although she would never admit it) moving herself off Fred, ignoring his kicked puppy look. "I'm her to tell you that if you ever steal my underwear again, I'll have your balls for it."
That gulp told her all that she needed to know - that Fred knew she was being deadly serious. "Can I have the pants back, though?" he asked hopefully, getting to his feet and adjusting his robe. "Just to make things believable."
Selene glared, crossing her arms over her chest. "Not those ones," she muttered, taking a deep breath. "Do I even want to know how you got them?"
"Maybe not," Fred chuckled, looking across at Selene. "I would never have pegged you for a cute underwear type of gal, though, honestly"
"Take these," Selene met his gaze, staring into his eyes as she reached under her robes, hooking her thumb around the elastic of her underwear and pulling them down in one yank. Fred's eyes widened as she moved her shoes out of them, before picking them up and dropping them onto his bed. "They're a little more… Representative."
Fred's eyes moved to the underwear deposited on top of his sheets, as Selene straightened up the lines of her robes again. "We had amazing sex, the best of your life," she said, as she started towards the door. "Extra points if you describe in detail just how much you enjoyed eating out my pussy."
Selene wasn't expecting Fred to grab her again, but she expected even less to be pushed back onto his bed, now with the Weasley twin on top of her, dark eyes staring into hers. "No," he said, before moving his lips against hers, sweeping his tongue against hers in a way that turned her knees to jelly. Selene forced herself not to move back against him, instead keeping her arms prone on the bed. But damn, he was good, especially when he had full control.
He pulled away, eyes half-lidded, and looked up and down Selene, smirk rising to his cheeks. "No," he repeated, skimming a hand down her side. She bit back a moan, even despite herself. "Fuck, Selene, I want you."
The use of her given name was very unexpected, and oddly sweet in the context, especially as Fred's expression softened. "I couldn't tell," Selene replied raspily, attempting to sit slightly more upright, before being pressed back again. "Let me go."
"You want me too, Selene," he used her first name again, and he sound of it on his breath, given their position, their actions, their everything, it damn near made her cum on the spot. "You know you do. I see it in your eyes."
"No," Selene replied quickly, moving a strand of hair away from her face. "You repulse me. I wouldn't want you if you were the last man on earth."
"Then what's this?" Fred smirked, as he lifted the bottom of her robes, taking a sharp intake of breath. "Selene… you're dripping."
Selene squirmed under his gaze, trying to flip her robes back down to cover herself. "Fuck me, then," she said, trying to harden her tone. "I dare you."
Fred pulled back, pushing her robes back down, before quickly shaking his head. "I like you much better when you fight, Selene." Shit, he was still using her first name. The way he said it was delightfully sinful. "Where's that Black family spirit in you?"
Admittedly it had left her the second his lips had touched hers, but Selene was not about to give him the upper hand. "Consent is important," she reminded him, taking advantage of his momentary lapse in grip to move herself back. "Although if you've only had women fight you back before it wouldn't surprise me."
"On the contrary," Fred had fully moved away now, and was getting to his feet. Selene half wanted to pull him back down and finish what they had started, but her pride was not going to take another beating. She pulled the detested pink panties from her pocket and slipped them on as the Weasley turned around, breathing a sigh of relief. "I've had many women begging for it in my bed before."
"Sure," Selene snapped, following Fred to his feet. "I guess you've never heard much about my sexual prowess then, if you're so sure I would do the same."
"Oh, I've heard a lot," Fred had a wicked smile on his face now, accompanied by a knowing gleam in his eye. "I know exactly how good you are with your tongue."
"Fuck off, Weasley," Selene griped, pressing a finger to the middle of Fred's chest. "If I wasn't mistaken, I thought you were begging for me to fuck you earlier."
Fred flushed bright beetroot red, the colour reaching the tips of his ears. Selene smirked, and moved away again, over to the door. Even if she had come dangerously close to giving in, she was still there, dignity attached. And Fred had almost lost his.
oOo
It was the night before the Second Triwizard Task, and Selene had managed to avoid any private interaction with her least favourite Weasley twin for a good few weeks. Since the incident in his bed, and with her panties, she had avoided him at all costs, only stooping to smile at him when her ruse dictated it.
Every time she did smile, just to offset the pain of pretending she liked him, she imagined him Crucio'd on the ground. That would show the cocky bastard, thinking he can just throw me on a bed-
"-Cedric's so worried about the Second Task," Cho was chirping, as Selene stared at the Arithmancy work in front of her. "Something that was stolen- that could be anything! Gosh, I hope they haven't taken his grandfather's watch, he's ever so attached to that-"
"Cho," Selene set down her quill and laid her hand on her friend's knee, looking at her knowingly. "Cedric will be fine. He's more than capable of retrieving something he's lost, I'm sure he's lost many things in his time."
"Maybe," Cho chewed the inside of her cheek, looking increasingly unsure. "Selene, I'm just scared. The Dragon was massively dangerous, what are they going to do to top that?"
Selene knew that any attempt to calm Cho would be met in defeat, so she got to her feet. "I'll go to the kitchens," she announced. "Pumpkin pie and Butterbeer, that's what you need. Calm your nerves a little, then we're going to bed."
Cho sent her friend a grateful look, before returning to chewing her nails. Selene sighed heavily, giving Cho a one-armed hug and moving towards the door outside.
Suddenly, the door swung open. Selene widened her eyes in surprise, considering the late time. "Professor Flitwick," she said quickly, smiling as she saw her tiny head of House approach. "Can I help you with anything?"
The three foot high Charms Professor smiled back at Selene, shaking his head. "No, Miss Malfoy, I'm quite alright thank you," he said, in his high-pitched squeaking tone. "Ah, Miss Chang! May I borrow you for a moment or two?"
Cho looked up and nodded, climbing to her feet. "Is this about my Charms extra-credit, Professor?" she asked eagerly, although her expression soured somewhat as the head of Ravenclaw House shook his head.
"I'll have it marked by next weekend, I promise you that!" Flitwick said cheerfully. "Miss Chang, come this way please - no, Miss Malfoy, you stay here! You're patrolling this evening, are you not?"
"Yes," Selene said begrudgingly, shaking off the tiredness that had sunk itself into her bones ever since NEWTs began. A 5am patrol was nothing to shy away from, it was only given to the most high-ranking Prefects. "Cho - Pumpkin Pie when you get back, alright?"
Cho sent Selene a slightly watery smile her way, before she was pulled away by Professor Flitwick, out of the door, and out of sight.