the long-awaited conversation! pls enjoy, as I live to please :)

the Astronomy Tower

She arrives at the lookout of the Astronomy Tower a few minutes before eight and pulls at the sleeves of her sweater as anxiety fills her stomach. Even though she knows they both want to continue their sexual endeavors, she wants to know if this is more than just sex.

He makes her stomach do flips with anticipation every time he simply looks at her. His smile makes her weak in the knees and his laughter is contagious. His kisses drown her in emotion. Spending time with him makes her happy.

"Hey," he whispers, drawing her out of her thoughts as he appears at the top of the stairwell. She smiles and holds her hand out, inviting him into her embrace. He takes her hand and pulls her into his arms, smiling into her hair. "Are you ready?"

She exhales into his neck and nods. They sit down, leaning against one of the stone columns, and sigh simultaneously. They chuckle at how in tune they are, and she looks away awkwardly. She doesn't exactly know how to start this conversation, how to ease into it, but he doesn't have any qualms with jumping in. Clearly he's nervous.

"Do you regret this?" He asks in a small voice, and he looks scared for her response. She doesn't know how he could ask such a question.

"No, no," she shakes her head, reassuring him. "I don't regret anything … do you?"

"No, I … I could never regret it." He looks sincere as he rests his hand on top of hers.

She nods and sighs, looking out over the grounds. It's getting darker out, and the moon is rising over the Forbidden Forest. "I guess we should figure out what this is, then." As she says this, she turns her hand to hold his, locking their fingers together.

He blows out a slow breath and nods. "Yeah, probably."

"I mean, in the beginning, I thought it was just …" she bites her lip, embarrassed to continue, "I thought it was just a one-time hate-sex sort of thing, but now … it — it seems like it's more than that. Much more than that …" she pauses, then shrugs, "but I could just be a girl overthinking things."

"You're not …" he shakes his head slowly, looking into her eyes. "You're not just a girl overthinking things," he admits. "I feel it too, it scares me, actually, how much I feel, because it actually feels —" his cheeks turn pink and he looks away — "it feels real."

Real, she thinks, turning the word over in her mind a few times and looking down at their hands. She doesn't really know what real is. When she was younger, she didn't think magic was real, but it is. She didn't think there would be a whole other world specifically for magical beings, but there is. She didn't think she could feel this way about a boy, but she does.

She looks up, surprised to see he is watching her think with such intense sincerity, and she feels it in her bones. It makes her want to sink into him. "It does … feel so real, and it should scare me. Not only because of the way you make me feel, but because of who the two of us are and where we are and when we are. But … I'm not. I'm not scared at all."

His eyes drift away from hers, and she notices the muscles in his left arm tighten before relaxing. It's a quick motion, she almost misses it. He sighs and runs his hand through his hair, turning back to look at her. "Can I ask you a question?"

She grins in a teasing manner, "I think it's safe to say you can do anything you want."

He laughs hollowly and points out, "Perhaps not everything." Both of them glance to their interlocked hands and their hidden surroundings, and she understands. "I thought … I thought you were in love with Weasley?"

She nods, "I was. Or, at least, I think I was. Yeah … it was going to be Ron or Harry, and I viewed Harry more as the brother I never had. So, I was pining, essentially, for a long while." She falls silent, then adds, "However, Ron's pretty oblivious, so he missed most of it."

"Idiot," he concurres and she laughs lightly. "I don't know how he couldn't notice your all-around amazingness."

"I think he recognizes the parts that help him," she mutters, thinking about how Ron was just begging her at lunch to help with their latest Potions assignment. He tsk-tsks and sighs. She asks quietly, "And what about you?"

"Well I certainly am not in love with Weasley."

She tries to keep the amused grin from blossoming on her face but she can't help it. "I was asking about Pansy, actually."

"Oh, no, definitely never in love with her. Too one-dimensional. We mostly just, uh, shagged and got on with our lives. Really can't stand her now." He pauses and looks over at her. "I'm sorry, you probably don't want to hear that, huh?"

"What, that you two used to shag?" She shrugs, "I already knew that, Pansy's got a big mouth. I guess I wanted to know if you still … y'know and …" she blushes, "if there were any … others."

"Nope, I have no feelings for her, and there are no others as you put it. I actually haven't slept with anyone except you since June." She must look as surprised as she feels because he adds slowly, "You were … a game changer. I couldn't think about anything but you for weeks, y'know, until the train, and even since then, I think about you all the fucking time."

She smiles shyly, shrugging her shoulder, "A game changer?"

"Well … yeah." He doesn't know how to elaborate, so he presses his lips against hers, clearly trying to convey what he's thinking and feeling. She leans into him, reveling in the passion he's giving her. He pulls away for air and smiles as he rests his forehead against hers. "So …"

"So …" she repeats and giggles. "We both have feelings for each other."

"And we don't want to be with anyone else."

"So I guess that means … we're in a relationship?"

"Capital R, relationship?" He jokes and she grins.

"Yeah," she says softly, nodding. "Boyfriend and girlfriend and everything that comes with it."

He grins and kisses her again, more forcefully. (Clearly this is his favorite part of their relationship.) She kisses him back, crawling on to his lap to straddle him. (She likes it too, what can she say?) His hands rest on her waist and she threads her fingers through his hair, scratching at the nape of his neck with her nails just the way he likes it. He shudders beneath her and bites her lower lip lightly like she does when she's thinking. He squeezes her waist and pulls her closer so their chests and their groins are touching. She lets out a small moan as his burgeoning hard-on rubs against her clit through their pants. She grinds down on him and removes her mouth from his to trail kisses across his jaw and down his neck.

He pushes up her shirt and unclasps her bra, pulling both of the clothing articles off of her body. She untucks and unbuttons his shirt and runs her nails down his chest as he takes one of her nipples in his mouth. He swirls his tongue and sucks lightly and she moans softly, rocking her hips against his, effectively stimulating her clit each time. She whines his name, arching her back and pushing her breasts into his face. He knows she needs more.

He takes her other nipple in his mouth and sucks harder, nibbling on the nub. He moves his hands to her arse, roughly cupping each cheek through her jeans and rubbing her against him. She removes his belt so he can pull his pants off, and then she stands briefly to remove her knickers and jeans. His dick stands at attention, red and throbbing, and she licks her lips as she straddles his lap again, her own center pulsing with need. She rubs her hand up and down his length slowly, getting him impossibly harder before lifting her hips and sinking down on him.

He watches as her wet heat envelops him and he groans once he's all the way inside her, his head falling back against the stone wall. He squeezes her arse and she holds on to his shoulders as she moves up and down slowly, taking him all in every time. He thrusts up in to her the best he can, but it's not as forceful as he wants, so he bends his knees and plants his feet firmly on the ground. The angle he enters her is different now and she yelps as the head of his cock now rubs against her g-spot.

She wraps her arms around his shoulders and kisses him fiercely, quickly bouncing on his cock and brushing her clit against his pelvis every time she goes down. His hands grip her hips firmly, aiding her in her efforts to slide up and down him. She pulls away, gasping for air and leans back a little against his thighs. His cock no longer just lightly brushes her g-spot, it is now a firm swipe, and she shouts, "Oh fuck!" Her breasts bounce in front of his face, and he can't resist taking one nipple in his mouth, sucking hard.

All of the stimulations force her over the edge without any warning, and she impales herself on his cock over and over and over, screaming his name. She comes so hard, her juices run down his dick and make him so slick he pounds into her easily. He keeps going, thrusting up into her and drawing out her orgasm until she can't breathe. Finally, she takes a ragged breath as it ebbs away, but then the first stream of his come hits her g-spot, and she's sure it's a second orgasm that hits her.

He can barely thrust into her, she's so tight, and he comes forcefully, holding her to him so roughly, he's sure she'll have little bruises. He grunts a few times, before the waves subside, and she falls against his chest, breathing like she just ran a marathon.

"Well … now that that's official," she laughs lightly and he chuckles as he pushes back her hair and kisses her lips briefly.