Laurette and Michael ended up just walking to the entrance to the Gryffindor common room. Neither wanted to return to the ball, and Michael didn't seem concerned about finding a second location to have his urges serviced. Laurette did see him adjust his pants twice, so it wasn't entirely obvious that his cock was making a tent against the fabric.

When they kissed goodbye, she was grateful to see Ron and Hermione sitting before the fireplace.

"What happened to you?" Ron asked with a laugh. Her hair really was a mess.

"I think it's time we head to bed," Hermione voiced, giving Ron a kiss and a look before the girls headed to their dormitory. Once inside, they placed a silencing charm over Hermione's bed, and Laurette told her exactly what happened.

"So Snape shows up after you finish, and then you just came here?" Hermione said, making sure she understood what happened.

"I was kind of relieved. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do next." Hermione laughed a bit. "I guess we didn't have much a sex education here, and you don't have access to muggle internet to fill in the gaps."

"Hermione, for a blowjob, do I actually blow on it?" Laurette finally asked the question that was most on her mind.

She was surprised when Hermione actually snickered at her and shook her head. "I guess I have a bit more to explain that I had thought…"

After a lengthy explanation, Laurette added, "So they can finish anywhere?"

Hermione shrugged, "I mean it's up to you. Anywhere on you, in you, or even just on the sheets and follow-up with a vanishing spell. But it's best you establish that before you get started."

"Ugh, I really can't imagine walking up to Michael tomorrow, and just asking him, 'oi, Mike, let's talk about where we'll have you cum on me.' How did you manage that with Ron?"

Hermione sat with the question for a moment, "It was probably a bit easier because I've always talked to Ron about everything. Michael isn't as close to you. I mean, you've only just started even hanging around each other a couple of weeks ago."

Laurette nodded. Hermione had a point. But Laurette did want to repeat what happened tonight, so she figured it was only fair to speak to Michael about the issue before they continued again.

However, they didn't have a chance to speak on the topic before they returned home for the Christmas holiday. They snuggled a bit on the train, but they were never isolated in the compartment, although Laurette did whisper to Michael, she had something private that she wished to discuss with him.

They bid each other goodbye at the station, and Michael invited Laurette to come over at some point during the holiday. However, he noted that they likely wouldn't have much alone time. He lived with his parents and had two much younger sisters that didn't allow much privacy.

She considered inviting Michael to her home, but something stopped her. She appreciated how secretive her home was. The location was only known to Hermione, Ron, and Snape. For some reason, she didn't want to change that.

"Or maybe, I can come into London for an evening… And we could get a hotel?" He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear as she smirked and nodded before they went their separate ways. She couldn't deny, he was the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome.

Walking the distance from the station to her home, she thought about her feelings for Michael. While she was incredibly fond of the skills he held with his lips and tongue, she didn't exactly see herself feeling as though Hermione spoke of Ron.

Admittedly, they had meaningful conversations about topics such as the war or defensive spells, but he didn't feel comforting to her. She didn't feel as though she could get lost in his voice or as though he understood her on a deeper level.

When she arrived at her home, she properly secured it and made her way to the dining area and kitchen. She found something to eat and began snacking as she watched the sunset through the window.

Her Christmas holiday was uneventful for the most part. She would wander around the house and change how it looked, so it would be even more suited to her tastes. The entire place looked like a more eclectic and colorful version of Gryffindor's common room. Except for the top floor bedroom, she went with a very classic vintage French look, basing it subconsciously off of Severus's own guest room.

Hermione and Ron came over for dinner one evening, and Hermione could barely not ask in front of Ron if Laurette had managed to have her night on the town with Michael. Hermione was exceptionally pleased to hear that a date was set. They were meeting the following evening on the London Bridge.

Laurette had gone shopping for the event. She bought some cool black jeans and a lacey plum-colored shirt with long sleeves. She also popped into a drug store to pick up a small package of condoms. It wasn't clear exactly what would happen in their hotel room, but she wanted to be prepared, and she wasn't on any sort of contraceptive potion.

When the day arrived, they met each other on the bridge with a kiss. They walked around London a bit. Neither knew the city well. Michael was from a remote village, and Laurette had previously not been able to roam outside much when prior to the end of Voldemort.

Michael posed a question about what she planned on doing after graduation, and if her plans had altered at all. "I guess I'm going to just go straight to the ministry to be an auror," she replied with a sigh.

"That makes sense for the poster child for the Light." He replied with a laugh, but she didn't find it funny. Something about his comment reminded her of ministry propaganda, and that made her want to be an auror even less.

Michael added, "Will there even be much for aurors to do these days? I mean with You-Know-Who gone…"

She stopped walking, realizing how little they actually connected. "Just because the war is over, it doesn't mean all the Darkness is gone. It just doesn't have a leader." She remembered something her beloved godfather once said, "We all have light and dark within us."

He didn't reply, but instead, he asked her if she wanted to go into a pub. They found one that was pretty quiet. It was large inside, with dark leather sofas and exposed brick. Her eyes gazed over the muggle menu, not sure what most of the drinks were. For growing up in a muggle environment until she was in her mid-teens, she was excessively forbidden from so many aspects, that she knew she came off as someone like the Weasleys at times.

Micheal could tell from her expression and asked if she wanted him to order for her. She nodded, and when the waitress came around, he ordered some kind of beer that she'd never heard of before.

It wasn't smooth or creaming like butterbeer, and she couldn't actually decide if she liked it or if it was horrible. "My parents drink these," Michael explained. "Mum is a muggle, you know…"

Laurette nodded, realizing it was actually difficult to maintain a conversation with Michael. Their first few conversations flowed nicely, but it felt like they had already run out of matters to talk about. Michael could sense that as well.

They ordered food and tried to have a casual conversation. Michael was fidgeting in his seat. He wasn't used to not having a partner that gushed over him. Cho was absolutely smitten with him, and she was devastated when he broke that off to date Ginny last year. He only stopped seeing Ginny because he wanted to date some local muggles over the summer. While Ginny was upset at the time, she was happier than ever now being with Luna.

Michael was handsome, incredibly handsome, and he was used to the effect it had on most women. He wasn't used to someone that didn't fawn over his every word. He wasn't used to someone that challenged him in the ways Laurette's conversations did. He also wasn't used to being the one that had more feelings. He felt a lack of power being the one that cared more, and, deep down, that angered him.

Excusing herself to go to the loo, Laurette exited the table. While she was gone, Michael quickly went to the bar. He ordered a double whiskey, and when she didn't return, he ordered a third shot. He was hoping it would ease his nerves and boost his confidence, but, little did he know, it would do the exact opposite for his performance.

"Are you ready to head to the hotel?" He asked with a wink that did cause Laurette's stomach to flutter. However, as they walked to the hotel, and Michael checked them into the room, she began noticing the smell on his breath, and she began to taste the whiskey as well when they got into the room and began kissing on the bed.

Michael moved his hands all over her. He gave her bottom a squeeze, hearing a crinkle he reached into her back pocket. With a mischievous look, Michael pulled out the condom she had put there.

"Was this what you had intended for tonight?" He sounded sly but also a bit sloppy. "I thought we'd merely keep the activities to our current level, but I am up for either."

Laurette put a hand down his pants. She thought to herself how he wasn't exactly up for anything from the feel of the mostly flaccid manhood in her palm. Michael soon became aware of this as well, and he pulled her hand out of his trousers and began kissing her neck.

Slowly, he began undressing Laurette. Eventually, all their clothes lay on a pile of the floor, and they were pressed against each other, naked under the covers. His fingers massaged her vulva, and she once again reached down, but her hand only found him still limp.

Michael cursed at himself mentally as he pushed her hand away to move his own hand up and down his shaft, trying desperately to get a proper erection. Meanwhile, Laurette kissed his own neck before scooting down on the bed, to finally return the favor.

She laid her head on his hip, waiting for him to remove his own hand. She remembered Hermione talking about how they should properly discuss certain matters before doing anything, but Laurette couldn't imagine that now. She wasn't even sure what was happening with Michael and if anything was going to happen tonight. Asking about any question felt as though it would make the experience even more awkward than it already was.

He was getting more flustered now, even a bit angry, mumbling to himself, so she returned to where the pillows were on the bed, the sheet draped across herself as she saw him still try to give himself an erection.

It felt like ages before he gave up. Laurette was disappointed, but she didn't know what to say. She figured it was from the whiskey he smelled like, but she didn't even know when he had any. Honestly, part of her wanted to go home. It was obvious that they didn't have much of a connection, and they weren't even clicking in the bedroom compared to their last encounter.

"You make me too nervous!" He shouted at her, making her jump. "Damnit!"

She looked at him peculiarly, only thinking about how immature his behavior seemed. "If you don't mind, I might head home."

"Really?" He spat. His eyes looked angry. He didn't look like himself. She could smell the alcohol on his breath.

"When did you even drink?" She asked, not able to help herself. She was genuinely confused about how the night went so poorly. At this point, she didn't think anything was going to happen, and she'd rather just go home and relax… And possibly touch herself if the urge didn't go away after a brisk walk in the London air to return home.

"Just get out if you want. Nothing is going to happen tonight, and that's clearly all you're here for." He sighed, pulling his boxers back on.

Laureate was annoyed now. "I mean what else was the purpose of getting a hotel?" She reached for her bra that was at the foot of the bed and began clasping it on.

"If you tell anyone about this-"

"You think I'm going to brag to the school that I spent an evening in a hotel with you and your limp dick?" She shoved a leg into her pants, wanting to leave so quickly that she didn't bother to look for her missing underwear. With her pants now on, she found her shirt and coat. They glared at each other as she picked up her boots and scarf next.

"We are done, in case that wasn't obvious," he snapped. He realized now how much he was used to girls that got their emotions involved and became clingy after the first sexual encounter. He didn't understand why it didn't happen with Laurette, and Laurette wasn't exactly sure either.

"We were never even anything to break-up!" She shouted back as she headed towards the door, slamming it behind her.

However, Laurette wasn't completely emotionless when it came to Michael. She sniffled as she walked home, wondering if she was destined to never have a romantic partnership. She recalled again how when she smelled the love potion in Snape's office, she didn't smell anything other than the office itself.

She found an empty alley and apparated home when it felt too cold out, and once she was home, she sent Hedwig to Hermione, asking if she could come over as soon as possible. All she wanted to do was tell her friend about the horrible evening she'd had.

At last, it was time to head back to school. She found a carriage with Ginny and Luna. Ginny had casually asked how everything was going with Michael. Laurette rolled her eyes and said, "We hung out over break, and I don't intend on ever spending time with him again."

"Was it his ego?" Luna asked. Clearly, Ginny and Luna had discussed Michael before.

"You could say that," Laurette replied.

"Apparently, his ego gotten even more fragile since we went back to school, and he found out I began dating girls after him." Ginny laughed as she gave Luna's leg a loving squeeze.

"What happened on break makes more sense after hearing that…" Laurette began piecing some parts of that awful night together as the three of them laughed loudly, but she stopped laughing abruptly when she saw Michael. He was standing a few feet away from her compartment door, looking absolutely livid.

Michael hadn't heard exactly what was said between the three, but he clearly heard his name and the laughing, and he wasn't pleased. He gave her a glare before continuing on. Laurette changed the topic, and she didn't tell Ginny or Luna what she had just seen. Something about that look frightened her.

It wasn't until that evening that she told Hermione what happened on the train. "He doesn't have any photos of you, does he?"

"I mean some from the photographer at the ball, but no lewd photos or anything like that," Laurette replied.

"Okay, good. That's more of a muggle thing anyway." Hermione stated. "I can't imagine him doing anything horrible to you. I know some boys have started rumors about other students, but it's usually the type of guy that no one believes anyway."

Laurette wondered if Michael started a rumor about her if anyone would believe it. He was a prefect for Ravenclaw, so it wasn't like he had a bad reputation, but she brushed the thought aside. She couldn't imagine why Michael would ever do something like that to her when all they had was a fling for a few weeks.

Except she'd realize how wrong she was later the next day when something was thrown at her in the busy school corridor. She audibly gasped when her black lace panties were thrown at her. Quickly, she shoved them into her bag. Immediately, she knew they were the ones that she left on the hotel floor.

"That confirms it!" She heard someone shout, and a large group of boys nearby were rudely laughing. She turned to see Michael with a group of Slytherin's.

Draco Malfoy looked absolutely hysterical. "You did it mate. You actually took the chosen one's V-card!" Malfoy gave Michael a high-five as Laurette looked at Michael, absolutely shocked.

Michael approached her. In a whisper, he towered over her, "I told you not to tell a soul. I'm changing the narrative now. Like Ginny was going to keep her mouth shut-"

"I only told her we broke up!" Laurette hissed, feeling her eyes dampen.

Michael actually looked sorry, but he quickly brushed that aside, "Well, it's too late for that now, darling…"

Not knowing what else to do, she raced from the huge crowd that stood around her. She didn't stop running until she made it back to her dorm's bed.

She didn't leave her bed for the rest of the day. While the entire school didn't see the interaction, the entire school now knew what had occurred or an even more exaggerated version of it.

When Hermione found out, she raced to their dorm to find her crying in bed. She tried to assure her that virginity was a pointless social construct, but Laurette still didn't like the idea of a huge group of students seeing her underwear thrown through the air while thinking she was daft enough to sleep with someone that would do something so cruel.

Little did she know, Professor Flitwick gave Michael three months of detention for the stunt. Michael also hadn't realized that his stunt would keep every witch from ever wanting to date him in the future.

Her absence was noted during a missed Potions class as well as during dinner. Of course, Severus heard the rumors. He felt a mix of absolute anger for Corner and sadness for Laurette having to experience that. He wasn't sure if it was true or not, but he figured it was since he knew they were intimate after nearly catching them after the Yule Ball, and Michael clearly was close enough to her to have a pair of her panties for some reason.

Emerging the next day, Laurette felt eyes on her and could hear the sound of whispers follow her through the school. This wasn't anything new to her, but she thought this wouldn't happen in her seventh year without Voldemort wreaking havoc. She also didn't realize she could feel so exposed while being completely dressed in her school uniform.

For the first time in her life, she wanted school to be over. She wanted to graduate, and she wanted to get away from the castle that brought her problems every single year she attended it.