Hogwarts Express Prefect Carriage
September 1st.
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Gigi opened the sliding door, entering into the Prefect Carriage, spotting the Ravenclaw prefects sitting in large, black leather seats exclusive to the carriage. Gerry looked bored out of his mind, as Lily Evans chatted excitedly to the group of Ravenclaws. Gigi walked over and plopped in the seat beside him.
"Gigi! Hi!" said Lily, who was already changed into her school robes. Her Gryffindor knot straight and tight, her skirt skimming her knees, unlike most girls who had their skirts hemmed to more bearable, mid-thigh lengths. She was pretty, no doubt, with her dark red hair and bright green eyes, as well as smart, beating Gigi in Potions class. She was kind and compassionate, but after talking to Lily Evans for no more than five minutes, one would discover that she was also, well, boring. Her goody-two shoes, type A personality caused Gigi and her friends to have little interest in the girl, despite Lily eagerly pressing Gigi for friendship since they were both top of the class, worked well together and had been prefects since fifth year. "I was just telling your fellow Ravenclaws that I was appointed Head Girl this year! Professor Dumbledore wrote me a personal letter and everything!"
"Impressive." Said Gigi flatly. Lily's Head Girl badge, shined and buffed to perfection, was reflecting light from the setting sun, bouncing directly at Gigi and her brother's eyes. She subtly shot Gerry an annoyed look and he smirked back, pulling down the window curtain, blocking the offensive ray of light.
"How was your summer? Gerry's friend, Max, told me that you guys went travelling? That is so cool! And with your boyfriend from Beauxbatons, right? How is long distance? Are you relieved that you can move back to France after this year?" asked Lily, as if they were good friends who hadn't seen each other in months, all while Gigi was staring at her, disinterested.
"We broke up." Gigi said flatly, once again.
Lily looked as if she had shit herself. She always admired Gigi, being so effortless and cool in a way she could never be, but she also had that penetrating stare that intimidated the crap out of her. "Oh – well… Er – sorry… I didn't me-"
"Shit happens." Gigi said with a shrug, not caring that her fellow Ravenclaws were eavesdropping on the conversation and nudged each other when they heard that untouchable, beautiful, Gigi no longer had a boyfriend. Gigi was fully aware that during her time at Hogwarts she was the centre of attention for many male pupils, being asked out to Hogsmeade in her younger years by older students. However, when she started dating Antoine, many boys knew it was pointless to ask her out, but nonetheless lusted after her. It was the first time she was single in years and her classmates were gossiping already. Ridiculous. Gigi thought, as she directly stared defiantly at Sharon, a mousey, brunette sixth year prefect, who was whispering to her friend, Gabriel, and looking at Gigi. Sharon blushed scarlet when she got caught under Gigi's wild, blue-violet stare and looked away quickly.
"Right. Well, we're just waiting for James to arrive, and then we can get the meeting started." Said Lily awkwardly.
"No need to wait any longer for your prince, beautiful, for he has arrived." Said James as he entered the carriage with Remus.
Lily responded to his comment with an eye roll. "James, you aren't wearing your robes."
Gigi had no idea why Potter was so obsessed with Lily, figuring that he would be more interested in someone who would match his fun attitude. But then again, Gigi thought, Lily does balance him out. It was obvious to everyone at Hogwarts who knew the two that Lily was also attracted to him, but was way too stubborn to admit that she, prissy Lily, was infatuated with the rambunctious James. The girl needs to get laid and smoke a spliff for Merlin's sake, Gigi thought. Sure, the Marauders were obnoxious, immature and needed to get off their high horses, but they did know how to have fun. As Lily droned on, giving the yearly Head Girl speech, barely letting James speak, Gigi thought back to the end of the year party the Maruaders help throw with the seventh year Ravenclaws in June.
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Ravenclaw Tower, Hogwarts
June 18th, Sixth Year.
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The sounds of guitar riffs from a Black Sabbath song was nearly deafening. There was smoke everywhere, from cigarettes and spliffs, alcohol strewn across the floor. Upper years of all houses were dancing, smoking, and laughing. Multiple couples were lip locked against the walls and on the sofas of the Ravenclaw Seventh Year Common Room.
The Seventh Year Common Room, more commonly known as "The Sevens", was large room that could be entered through the staircase off the right of the Rowena Ravenclaw statue in the main common room. The Sevens was a special gift, designed by Rowena herself, to the seventh year Ravenclaw class. The Sevens was only accessible by the seventh year Ravenclaws during the school year and the entry door at the top of the staircase had an Age Line cast on it. The door was able to recognize those younger than seventeen years of age or who were not Ravenclaws attempting to open the door and would send them flying down onto a staircase landing. It was meant to be a study area for Rowena's hardworking graduating class, studying furiously for the NEWTs. It was usually filled with individual, large, oak tables with complex silencing charms so that students would not bother each other. It had chaise lounges, upholstered with plush, navy velvet for breaks and quick naps. One graduating Ravenclaw boy in the early 1900's discovered that the Age Line charm was undone on the last day of the school year and anybody, from any House, could enter the Sevens. Ravenclaws, being on good terms with all three houses, invited them to a graduating party and thus, the graduating party tradition began. The tables and chaise lounges had been transfigured by the seventh years into a circle bar in the middle of the dance floor that was stocked with firewhiskey, mix drinks and muggle alcohol, curtesy of the Marauders, in exchange for invitations to the exclusive party. Similar to the main common room, the ceilings were high and arched, with the stars charmed to twinkle to the beat of the music, acting like strobe lights for the party. Thanks to the already created silencing charms, the students did not need to worry about being overheard.
The Cartier twins and their friends had been attending the party for years, as Gigi, with her signature charm, flirted with the Headboy in third year to get her and her friends into the party, usually reserved for carefully selected fifth and sixth years, as well as the seventh years. It was always a wild time, with unlikely Slytherins and Hufflepuffs shagging, illict drugs everywhere, and legendary stories cemented into Hogwarts student's history. Last year, Gigi and Lottie convinced a drunken Alexa to fit all three of them onto her broom and ride up to the centre chandelier, where they swung on it while partygoers cheered them on. They broke Alexa's broom stick cleanly in half on their way down, as they fell on top of each other, laughing to tears. The next day, Gigi and Lottie bought Alexa a brand new Comet 220 as an apology.
Gigi was dancing on top of the bar, singing along to the Black Sabbath lyrics. She had done a fresh line of coke with her friends and felt invincible as the bass shook her bones. Her long dark hair was tied into a pretty, high ponytail with sweaty pieces of hair clinging to her face. She was wearing a glittering gold satin shirt that was tied around her neck and waist, leaving her back exposed, high wasted black jeans and a pair of crushed velvet black platform boots. Her eyeliner was worn in and smudged, thanks to the sweaty, hot common room. Lottie and Alexa were beside her, swinging their hips and Lottie air playing along with the song.
"Gigi!" Lottie screamed loudly into her ear. "I need to grab my Led Zeppelin record! We have to listen to that next!" Lottie, who was very drunk, nearly fell off the bar as she grabbed onto Gigi.
"I'll go grab it! You're going to break your head open if you try to get down!" Gigi yelled back. Lottie was in no state to be pushing through the heavy, sweaty bodies and would never be able to find her way back. "I've got to take a piss anyways!"
Lottie nodded and continued dancing and Gigi got down from the bar with the help of a seventh year Slytherin chaser. She dodged her way through the dancing students and smirked as she thought of Rowena Ravenclaw being proud of her students and their wasted youth. Gigi emerged from the dance floor and walked down to the Ravenclaw common room, taking a deep breath of the cool, dry air. The large glass clock read 3:48 AM, Gigi knowing fully that the party was nowhere being done. Her ears were ringing from the loud rock 'n roll music as she quickly went up to her dorm. Her roommate, of course, waited for the last minute to start packing and her records were stacked on her trunk with no organization method. Typical Lottie, Gigi thought sweetly as she flipped through each record, looking for "Physical Graffiti". As she flipped through the albums, a tapping on the window caused her to jump. An owl carrying a letter looked expectantly at her with his tawny eyes. Gigi ran to open the window, recognizing the black barn owl to be Antoine's. She took the letter and he flew off towards the owlery, Gigi eagerly opening the letter.
Gigi,
I hope all is well my love. I want to let you know that my father and mother are expecting you for a family dinner the Sunday you come home. I know it's last minute, but they also asked me to invite your brother and parents.
I will see you Sunday.
Love,
Antoine.
Gigi re-read the letter in a drunken haze. And then once more. And then flipped the letter expecting more on the backside, only to find it blank. She began to feel cocaine fuelled anger emerge as she realized that Antoine's letter was nothing more than four impersonal sentences. The past year had been a little rough on their relationship, as the distance only made things worse. Antoine would be cold and distant, writing one letter in a month, and then overly affectionate during their few weekend visits in London. It was a new pattern with Antoine; showering her with gifts and then ignoring her completely. Now, after three weeks of not hearing anything from him, he expected her and her family to show up at his home? She always was disgusted while witnessing Antoine's father, a hopeful politician, attempt to woo her own father for his political connections in the Ministry.
Gigi sighed in anger, deciding she needed a cigarette. She grabbed her pack and left the dorm, heading to her favourite spot in all of Hogwarts. She headed back into the common room, and into the built-in library behind the Ravenclaw statue that not many students visited. She moved the small row of Divination books, ironic, as many Ravenclaws were skeptical on the subject, minus Sybill Trelawny of course. Behind the books was a small brass door handle, well camouflaged with the brass book shelves that Gigi came across in her first year when grabbing the books out of curiosity. Gigi turned the handle and a small narrow door, disguised as a bookshelf, opened, revealing a narrow, spiraling staircase. She thought for a second about closing the door behind her, but figured that the partygoers would be too intoxicated even notice the open door. She walked up the spiraling staircase with the letter and pack of cigarettes in hand. As she reached the final step, she sighed with relief. A beautiful stone balcony that wrapped around into a full circle, stars visible and twinkling. Gigi figured that this was once an observatory tower, as the books hiding the handle were about Divination. This had to be the clearest point at Hogwarts to see all of the stars, allowing a full 360-degree view of the night sky. Gigi loved to come up here and be alone, it was her secret haven.
She lit her cigarette with a non-verbal charm and a wave of her hand. She took a long drag and pulled out the letter, reading once more. Antoine often talked about their future together, her as a Healer for the magical hospital in Paris, and himself pursuing a career in politics in Paris so they could live together. And even though Gigi nodded along while he went on about the cafés they would go to, Gigi couldn't help but think that she wasn't even sure if she was ready to move in with him. She had the next few years to really explore herself before settling down, if Antoine was going to even be that person. She said she wanted those things when they first met, but they met when they were so young. They had grown up a lot since they met, what if they grew out of those things they wanted as children? And if Antoine wanted those things, why was he acting so distant this year? Gigi fingered his golden fleur-de-lis necklace, lost in thought.
Suddenly, she heard a quiet voice coming from the door. "Well this place is certainly not in the maps of Hogwarts."
Gigi turned to see Sirius Black, who she knew was invited to the party. In truth, she'd never really interacted with Sirius that much, finding him at neck and neck competition with James as the most immature boy at Hogwarts. "Hey."
Sirius had been at the party and saw Gigi briefly dancing on the bar, like she didn't have a care in the world. After he finally managed to get away from a clingy seventh year Hufflepuff whom he had shagged in March, Sirius needed a break from the party and went down to the common room, spotting a door jutting out in the library, which he curiously entered and went up the winding staircase. "Hey to you too. What's that in your hands?" He asked pointing at the letter. Gigi raised a brow and without saying a word she rubbed her fingers holding the letter with a nonverbal incantation, burning it to ashes. "Or don't tell me, that's fine… Cool trick."
Gigi smirked back and offered him a cigarette, which he took. Sirius lit his cigarette with the same non-verbal lighting charm as Gigi, smoking in silence.
"So," said Sirius, after a few minutes of silence. "What is the Queen of Ravenclaw doing up in this tower when they party is elsewhere?"
"I like to come up here." Gigi said simply. She leaned over the balcony looking at the Great Lake, giving Sirius a clear view of her heart shaped arse and the smooth, tanned skin of her exposed back. He couldn't help but think about giving kisses down her spine as he got a wiff of her jasmine scent when the wind blew.
"And what, think about the boy that you're in love with, staring into the moon?" Sirius asked jokingly, taking another drag. Merlin, this girl was so sexy and mysterious, unlike all those other girls who would be chatting his ear off if he gave them his attention.
Her lips twitched. "No." She took a long drag her cigarette and exhaled the smoke slowly. "Not sure what love is, really."
Sirius was intrigued. He knew she was dating some pretty boy from Beauxbatons for the past few years, figuring they were going to plan a life together and marry off at the ripe age of seventeen, like most rich wizards and witches did. His mother dearest would be so pleased if he allowed her to arrange his marriage, but he knew it would be the last thing she would ever do, even on her death bed, her eldest son disgracing the Toujours pur family name. But the way Gigi spoke about love, it almost sounded hopeless, with a hit of sadness. "Well, I say we forget about love and all of its fucked up glory. We should join our friends and get epically smashed, since our time as degenerate youth is finite."
Gigi took a last drag and looked directly at Sirius. She knew he was good looking, but never paid much attention to him. Now, under the moonlight, she could see his features clearly and realized he was very handsome, with his intense smoky grey eyes, graceful-yet-masculine features and black curls. His light hearted attitude made her want to not dwell on Antoine. "Right. Let's get fucked." Said Gigi smirking mischievously, throwing her cigarette butt on the floor.
As she walked down the first few steps of the stairs, she turned around to make sure Sirius was behind her. She did not expect him to be so close behind her and almost lost her balance on the small steps.
"Careful!" said Sirius, grabbing her arm and pulling her up to his step.
Suddenly, they were very close to each other, their bare arms grazing each other as Gigi grabbed onto his T shirt. With wide eyes, she turned to him to thank him but her words got caught in her throat when she saw his dark grey eyes looking into her. There, she saw intense, raw, desire, his eyes memorizing her delicate features, landing on her plump lips, then down to her hardened nipples visible through the thin satin. She could feel him undressing her with his eyes. Antoine had never looked at her like that, as if he could just ravish her on the spot. She shivered slightly as she could feel his other hand grazing her bare lower back. Maybe it was the cocaine that gave her the extra confidence but she took a small step towards him.
Sirius had no idea what was coming over him, but Gigi's skin even more smooth and soft than he could have ever imagined. He heard her breathing become faster and as she took a small step closer, he could feel his cock begin to stir. His face was bent over to hers and his body already nearly pressed up against hers, thanks to the ridiculously small and narrow staircase. He looked back into her eyes, her beautiful, dark eyes. How could someone's eyes look almost violet? He wondered. Regardless, they were the most beautiful eyes he'd ever seen. The smell of jasmine became even stronger as he dared to hold her closer and he felt her grip his shirt tighter. He reached up to her face and lightly moved silky strands of hair away from her smooth forehead. Her long, doll-like lashes fluttered for a second as he touched her face, but she never broke her intense stare. She was the epitome of aristocratic beauty the girls he grew up with tried to achieve, thinking it would get them good husbands from good, pureblood families. But while her beauty astounded Sirius, it was the way she carried herself, her adventurous attitude and naughty twinkle in her eyes that truly set her apart from any other girl he'd met. "You're so beautiful." He said huskily.
And just like that, Gigi snapped out of it and became aware of where she was and who she was with. She took a step away, her bare back pressing against the cold stone wall. "I have to go." She said breathlessly, practically running down the stairs, leaving Sirius behind.
Sirius, still in a daze, took in what just happened. What the fuck? He thought. He couldn't help but think about how he'd never felt like that before. It was almost like a magnetic force was pulling them together, his senses flooded with nothing but her. He desperately wanting to feel those full, pink lips against his own rougher lips and feel her against his bare body.
Sirius took a deep breath and walked down the rest of the stairs. He didn't feel like going back to the party and headed back to the Gryffindor dorms. As he lay in bed, he didn't sleep a wink, hearing his roommates enter the dorm in the early hours of the morning, thinking of those beautiful, sexy, blue-violet eyes and how they looked back at him with the same, undeniable desire he had.
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Hey Guys! I've always loved the fact that Hogwarts is full of secret places that students randomly find. So why not create a special place for Gigi? Hehehe! Hope you enjoyed!