Chapter 14: First Time
November 16th
Elara clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, looking over Draco's translations apprehensively. "It just doesn't seem right." She said, squinting at the parchment and going back to compare them to her original notes. "See here? This looks slightly rounded in your translation, but the original isn't. It's a sharp angle." She showed him the comparison and he huffed.
"I don't know what you want me to do, Ellie. I translated as closely as I could to Celtic Runes! Some of these Runes aren't in the Celtic translations or literatures at all. I don't think they're-
"Don't even say it." She hissed, snapping her book shut and running a hand over her face. "We've wasted weeks translating into the wrong language. Again."
"Maybe… What if I took them to Professor Babbling? See if she can at least tell me what language I need to be translating?"
"Draco, that might have been the dumbest thing you have ever said to me."
He scoffed. "Well I don't see you coming up with better ideas! We spent weeks trying to work out a formula with the wrong numbers because you were so sure your math was right!"
"My math wasn't the problem!" She argued. "You translated the wrong language!"
"I translated in a language that made sense! In the language they're written in!"
"Obviously they aren't Nordic!"
"Well, they aren't Celtic either! You're trying to force your bloody stupid formula! Your math is off. Or, would you prefer I just start at Egyptian Hieroglyphs and work my way up?!"
"If it didn't take you nearly a month to translate four sets of Runes, yes! But since you can't-
"Will you two shut up?!" Blaise snapped at them. "There are other people trying to study here, and you're drawing attention to yourselves."
Elara looked away from Draco's angry gaze and stared around the Great Hall. She wasn't sure when it had begun to fill up with students coming in to grab something to eat before their next class, but it was clearly lunch time and there were easily forty sets of eyes staring at them.
"Shit." Draco mumbled, straightening his robes and taking a sip of water. "We shouldn't meet here between classes anymore."
"I would say not." Elara agreed. She saw Harry and Hermione staring at her quizzically. "You know what… I'll be right back." She grabbed her notes and got up, walking swiftly toward the Gryffindor table. She could hear Draco objecting, but at this rate, she didn't care. They couldn't afford to waste any more time.
"You okay?" Harry asked, looking around them.
She nodded and tossed the parchment in front of Hermione, folding her arms across her chest. "Do you know what language this is in? Draco is being a total prat and can't figure it out but won't ask for help."
Hermione stared at her for moment, confused, but looked at the parchment. "It's not Nordic, you can tell by that symbol there-" She pointed. "It's not boxy enough to be Nordic. Celtic tends to run curvier than these are here… These are very triangular…"
Harry leaned over and looked at the parchment, very much doubting he would know anything but curious, nonetheless. Elara had never approached them in the middle of the Great Hall during mealtimes. It was hardly a secret that she was friendly with Hermione, but she and Harry still hadn't told anyone outside of their closest friends that they were involved.
Harry laughed quietly at first, and then a bit louder. Elara startled and looked at him, scowling. "What?"
"They're Saxon!" He said.
"What?" She and Hermione said in unison, disbelief on both their faces.
"What? I'm not allowed to have the right answer?" Harry asked, biting back his laughter.
"How do you know they're Saxon?" Hermione asked.
"I've seen this one before!" He pointed at the very Rune that caused the argument between Draco and Elara. "It's on Dumbledore's Pensieve! I asked him what it meant."
"What's it mean?" Elara asked.
"I don't really remember. I just know he said they were Saxon runes and asked if I had an interest in deciphering runes."
"Saxon." Elara repeated.
Harry nodded and Hermione shook her head. "I can't believe you would remember that." She said.
He shrugged. "I don't go around staring at Runes all day. I can remember the one time I did."
Hermione handed the parchment back to Elara, muttering about how she needed to spend more time on her Runes knowledge.
"After dinner tonight?" Harry asked, quietly.
Elara nodded. "Yeah. Okay." Her heart was pumping hard, thudding in her ears. Saxon! They had the language now and she knew the math… She may be able to actually figure it out!
She began to cross the hall, heading back to the Slytherin table. She stopped a moment and turned back around, marching to the Gryffindor table. Harry looked at her confused as she bent down by his seat, held his face in her hands and kissed him hard. Harry smiled under her lips and kissed her back, eager and happy to finally show his relationship with her. This meant no more sneaking around, quickly dropping hands in the halls, worried that someone might see- might gossip.
"Are you sure you're okay with it?" Harry whispered as she pulled away.
"A little late to take it back now if I weren't." She chuckled. She leaned in and kissed him again and turned back toward the Slytherin table, the entire hall so silent she could have heard a quill drop.
She took her seat next to Draco and put the parchment in front of him. "It's Saxon."
He looked at her, eyes wide. "Are you insane?" He asked. "I mean really. Have you gone off the deep end completely?"
She looked around the hall and every pair of eyes were moving between Harry and Elara. Even the Professors sitting at the head table looked shocked. After a few blinks from every person, trying to make sure they had actually seen Elara and Harry kiss, the entire hall erupted in a sea of murmurs.
She shrugged. "It's going to come out eventually. Besides, he's the one who knew the language. It seemed like a solid way to thank him."
"By pulling a ridiculously Gryffindor move?" He said, disgust pulling at his features.
"I'm tired of hiding." She said. "I've been hiding my entire life. I don't have to hide from him. I don't have to hide from anyone here, if I don't want to. And I've decided I don't want to." She stabbed her salad with her fork and took a bite and then sipped her Cranberry juice.
"Harry Potter?!" Pansy said, nearly shoving Blaise out of his seat across from Ellie. "That's who you've been snogging?!"
Elara chuckled and bit her lip. "Yeah." She admitted. "We've been together over a month now."
"A month?!" Pansy screeched. "You've been dating Potter for a month?! Why in the world-
"I like him." She said, going back to her lunch and flipping a few pages of the Runes textbook that Draco had.
"Did you know about this?!" Pansy asked Draco.
He gave a curt nod. "I had the unfortunate pleasure of finding out, yes."
Elara rolled her eyes but continued to ignore the comments coming from the rest of the Slytherin table. She could feel Draco tensing next to her, his temper beginning to rise as question after question was hurled at them both.
You're parents must be so proud.
You're just going to let your sister prance about with Potter?!
And she's friends with the mudblood?!
How did Potter manage to land your sister?
Apparently not all Malfoy's care about their image.
"OI!" Blaise shouted over the gossiping coming from the Slytherins. "Elara can make her own decisions. If she wants to snog Potter that's her business. Not yours. Shut up and work on your studies, I'm sure the lot of you can't even transfigure a bloody tea cozy!"
Elara finally looked up from her book and the remnants of her lunch, meeting Blaise's eyes. "Thank you." She said. "but you don't have to-
"You're right." He said. "I don't. But I've got essays to work on and all these fucking idiots are getting on my nerves. Acting like it's the first time they've ever seen anyone snog around here before!"
He held her gaze and she noticed the corners of his mouth twitch upward, threatening a smile, before he looked back down at his notes mumbling "Bloody moronic twats."
She chewed her bottom lip, biting back a smile. She had not expected an apology from Blaise for the way he had treated her the last couple of weeks, but this was as good as any. He just reinserted himself in her life as publicly as she had claimed Harry. It was certainly a gesture of good will- well as much of a gesture of good will that a haughty and arrogant Slytherin boy can give.
She shoved her books back into her bag and excused herself. She had become extremely talented at ignoring the whispers and radiating emotions of the students on a day to day basis, but it was becoming overwhelming. Fear of Blaise knocking their heads off their shoulders intermingled with the shock of a Malfoy and Potter dating and she was feeling nauseated. She walked slowly through the halls, humming a quiet tune to herself.
"You said you'd tell me first!" Pansy said, walking after her.
She turned and looked at her, her dark eyes showing hurt. "I'm sorry Panse, really. I just- I don't know what came over me back there."
Pansy narrowed her eyes but then bit back a smile. "I guess I'll forgive you… If you answer my questions."
Elara sighed. "Alright." She said. "Go on, ask away."
Pansy smiled and linked her arm through Elara's, walking slowly with her through the castle. "You've been dating a month?"
She nodded. "Around then."
"How'd it happen?"
"I don't really know. He was a total git at first. He was following me around all the time and-
"He does that to Draco. Or at least, he used to. He's very suspicious of him."
Elara nodded. "So, I've heard. You heard about when I broke my ankle? He helped me, and he was very sweet. He actually made the effort then to talk to me and not just accuse me of being evil."
"And when you were snogging someone after the Hogsmeade trip last month, that was Potter?"
"Yeah." She said.
"You said he's sweet? I wouldn't peg him for the sweet type. He's always been rude to me."
"You haven't exactly been the most pleasant to him, either." Elara pointed out. "He was rude at first, but when we started actually talking… He listens to me, you know? It's like he actually cares about what I have to say."
"That is a rarity!" Pansy laughed. "Draco never wants to hear what I have to say unless it involves his cock-
Elara put her hand up and shook her head. "Too much information, Pansy. Too much."
Pansy laughed. "Speaking of- have you…?" She looked at Elara, wiggling her eyebrows into her hairline.
"No." She said. "No, we haven't. I've never… This is all new for me."
"Are you telling me right now that you're a virgin?!"
"Will you shut up?!" Elara said, looking around to make sure no one heard Pansy's outburst. "Yes, of course I am! I haven't been here mostly unsupervised all of my teenage years! I've been at the Manor, Panse! It's not like there's a surplus of fit boys my age that I'm not related to there!"
Pansy snorted with laughter. "I suppose you're right. There's that village just beyond your property though. You never ventured out?!"
"A few times." She admitted. "I kissed a couple of boys from there. But I was so afraid that because they were muggles…"
Pansy nodded in understanding. "Yes, best to keep that bit to yourself." She agreed. "Do you want to?"
Elara stopped in her tracks and leaned against the wall. "I don't know." She said. "I want more than a snog half of the time, but then I don't think I want to… go… that far…" She trailed the last half of the sentence off as she realized how naïve and prudish, she sounded.
"Are you afraid to?"
"I guess, in a way yes. It's all very intimate. I'm just not sure I'm ready for that."
"Do you trust him?"
That question caught Elara off guard. She had fully expected more perverted curiosity questions from Pansy, but not intimate questions about how she felt about Harry. "Yeah." She finally said. "I think I do. He hasn't really given me a reason not to. He's more than proven he's willing to overlook my upbringing to trust me."
For once, Pansy quieted and let the silence hang between them. She seemed as if she were thinking of more things to ask but couldn't come with anything worth the breath. Finally, she patted Elara's arm and gave a cheeky smile. "Just so you know, it's all instinct. You have to just kind of let your body take over and do what feels right. But if you do, you had better tell me before having a shag in the great hall in front of everyone."
Elara laughed and turned to Pansy, giving her a hug. "You don't have to worry about that." She said.
"Still can't believe your sister's shagging Potter, mate." Theo said as they entered the common room after History of Magic.
"They aren't shagging." Draco said, pinching the bridge of his nose in irritation.
"Like she'd tell you if they were." Theo laughed. "I'd bet anything they are. The way girls have been practically throwing themselves at the tosser all term since the Prophet called him 'the chosen one' or whatever… She probably should if she doesn't want to get dumped."
Draco rounded on Theo and pulled his wand, jabbing the end of it into his throat next to his adam's apple. The students in the common room all stopped what they were doing and eyed the pair, waiting to see if something would happen.
"Shut your fucking mouth, Nott." Draco spat. "Before I seal it for you."
Theo gave a nervous laugh and put his hands up in surrender. "Sorry, mate. I'm just saying-
"Stop. Talking. You don't get to say anything about Ellie, is that understood?"
"Yeah!" He gulped. "Yeah. I- I understand."
Draco pressed the tip of wand harder into his throat, watching his eyes water before dropping his wand back to his side. He turned around and glared at the other students in the room. "I will hex any person who brings this up again."
The entire room nodded in unison and Draco made his way to his dorm, slamming the door closed behind him. Goyle looked up from the mass of parchment he was staring at.
"You okay, Draco?" He asked, his deep voice low.
"Fine." He grumbled, kicking his shoes off and sitting on the edge of his bed. "I'm fucking fine."
"You sure? You seem agitated."
A sound that landed somewhere between a growl and laugh emitted from his throat. "Do I?!" He snapped. "Imagine that!"
"Sorry." Goyle grumbled. "Want me to tell them to piss off?"
"While I appreciate the sentiment, I think I have it handled now." He barked. "Goddammit. She just had to make a fucking scene! She had to announce it in front of the entire bloody school! As if I don't have enough on my plate!"
"It's not about you." Blaise said, emerging from the bathroom, towel in hand as he dried his hair. He placed his toothbrush and toothpaste into the caddy next to his trunk. "The world doesn't revolve around you, Malfoy."
"Oh please!" Draco snapped, standing up and removing his robes, tossing them over his trunk. "You have been bloody insufferable since you found out about her and Potter! Don't try to come to her rescue now! You've barely talked to her for weeks!"
"We talked and I told her where I stood. She finally let me know where she stands. That deserves some respect."
"Oh? And where is that exactly?" Draco asked. "Where exactly does she stand?"
Blaise laughed. "It's obvious now, isn't it? She's found her out."
Draco stopped and stared at him. "What are you on about?"
"She's found her way out from your thumb. From Lucius' thumb. She was keeping it secret until she could decide if that's what she wanted. Indecisive and stubborn are two very difficult things to be when it's in the same person."
Draco narrowed his eyes at him. "Zabini, you're trying my patience and I haven't got much left today to decipher your fucking riddles."
"Let me spell it out for then, mate." Blaise said, stepping closer. "Your family has kept her locked away for her entire life to make sure she couldn't make her own decisions-
"She stayed at the Manor to stay safe." Draco hissed. "She was safe there!"
"If you want to call it safety to help you sleep at night, then fine. But we both know it's because if she chose the opposite side, she would destroy all of you."
"What in the fuck are you talking about?!"
"That fucking brand on your arm!" Blaise shouted. "You can't look me in my face and tell me that she's any safer there with them- with you—than she is here! She told me she wants out, you bloody moron! But if she acts like she doesn't than she stays in the Malfoy graces! She chose today! She chose to get out! It's going to be really fucking hard to work for death eaters when you're snogging the bloody boy who lived and everyone knows about it, don't you think?!"
"She's using him!" Draco roared. "She's using him to get information!"
"Oh, is she?" Blaise chuckled. "Has she given you information then? Plenty of good details of the Order to take back to daddy?"
Draco clenched his jaw and pursed his lips, his eyes going hard.
"That's what I fucking thought." Blaise said. "You know as well as I do, she's too good for that! She would never turn against someone she cares for like that!"
"How would you know what she's capable of?" Draco said. "You haven't any idea the kind of person-
"I know exactly what kind of person she is. And I know exactly what kind of person you are."
"Oh? And what is that Blaise?!" He hissed, closing the gap between them and pressing a long, pale finger into his chest. "What exactly do you think you know?"
"I know that she's too bloody clever for you! And that everything she does is calculated. Your sister may live with everyone's emotions in her head all the time, but she certainly doesn't succumb to the pressures of her own. Kissing Potter in the Great Hall was a choice. She chose him over you and made sure that everyone saw it happen."
Draco's breath was hot and angry, and he was blinded by fury. Blaise stood there, staring at him, an arrogant look of triumph on his face. Like he had just scored Outstanding on all his OWL's.
"You don't know what the fuck you're talking about." Draco said. "She's working with me. She's helping the Dark Lord and you're just too fucking stuck up your own arse to see it. You're right. Everything my sister does is calculated. She thinks of every possible outcome. Has it occurred to you that by making things public with Potter, it will establish his trust in her? That he'll be more willing to slip up and talk about things with her?"
The haughty look on Blaise's face faltered, but his jaw remained set and his eyes unwavering from Draco's.
"You think you're so fucking brilliant. Think you've cracked the code on Ellie? I shared a womb with her, Zabini. I know my fucking sister. Just because you've spent months pining after her to realize she doesn't want you-
Draco barely had time to blink before Blaise's fist landed against his jaw, pushing his face sideways and knocking blood from his mouth to the floor. Draco put his hand to his mouth, saw the blood on his fingertips and yelled out in anger, swinging back at Blaise. He hit him just below his left eye before he caught another fist to his face, feeling his nose crack and a rush of hot blood flooded down the front of his shirt. Draco lunged, tackling Blaise to the ground and pounded at his face over and over before he felt arms around him, yanking him off.
"Get off me!" He screamed, flailing around. "Goyle! Let GO!"
"Can't do that, mate." He said, clasping his fingers around Draco to secure his grip.
There was a soft knock on the door. "Can I come in? I heard shouting… Is everything okay in there?"
"We're fine!" Draco yelled.
"No, they aren't." Goyle said. "You'd better come in."
When Ellie opened the door, she was not expecting to see Greg restraining Draco and Blaise sitting on the floor, bleeding profusely from his nose and mouth. Draco's mouth and nose also bloody and both with quickly forming bruises on their cheek bones and eyes.
"What in Merlin's name…?" She trailed off in a confused whisper. She quickly shut the door behind her and looked at Greg. "Greg, what happened?"
"They started to argue and then-
"That git fucking punched me!" Draco said.
"You deserved it!" Blaise spat, literally spitting blood as he spoke. "You-
"Shut up!" She said. "Both of you!" She pulled out her wand and waved it at each other them, silencing them. Draco tried to yell at her, and no sound came from his throat. She looked at him, smug, before looking back to Greg. "What happened?"
"They were arguing about you." He said. "About you snogging Potter. I wasn't really paying attention. It sounded heated so I didn't want to leave… In case this happened…"
She nodded. "Thank you." She pat his shoulder with one hand and gave a soft smile. "I'll take it from here, if you don't mind."
He nodded. "Might want to put them in a body bind…"
She laughed. "Oh no. We are done fighting here." She said, a finality to her voice that no one could rival even if they were able to speak. She gave a small jump as the heavy door slammed shut behind her before turning to Draco and Blaise, still in the same positions they were in when she entered the room, minus Greg holding Draco.
"Now. I'm going to do the talking, do you understand?" She waited for them both to nod before cancelling her silencing charm. "I don't know what has gotten into either of you, but what I choose to do is none of your business. Is that clear?"
"Ellie I was just-
"I was telling him that-
"Shut. Up." She said again, as they talked at the same time. "It has been an exhausting day of listening to everyone have a say in what I do or don't do, and I will not put up with it from either of you. Have I made myself clear?"
She waited for them both to nod before continuing. "Now, I don't understand why this entire school is obsessed with Harry's love life, but they are. And apparently, it's even better gossip now that they all know he's going out with me. I like Harry, plain and simple. That is all either of you imbeciles need to know."
She stepped closer to Draco and grabbed his chin, moving his head a bit to get a better look. "Your nose is broken." She said. "Episkey."
"Augh!" Draco groaned as his nose snapped back in place.
She knelt next to Blaise and looked him over. "Broken nose again." She sighed. "Episkey." Blaise flinched from the snap of his nose.
"I have some bruise removal paste in my dorm, I'm going to go get it. Do I need to bind you both until I get back?"
"No." Draco muttered.
"No ma'am." Blaise said.
She glared at them both and stepped out of the dorm and hurried to her own. She dug through her trunk, quickly retrieving the Weasley's bruise paste that Harry had given her and walked back to the boys' dormitory. She opened the door without knocking and saw Draco and Blaise sat on their own bed, doing their best to blatantly ignore each other.
She walked over to Blaise first and picked up the towel he had next to him. She used it to clean up some of the blood that was drying to his face and opened the tin of Bruise Removal. She gingerly applied the paste to his cheek and eyes and then walked over to Draco, repeating the gesture.
"Listen, both of you." She said when she was done, and they had cleaned themselves up a bit. "I love you both. I will not sit here and be the cause of ridiculous fighting. I don't care who said what- squash it. Now."
They both nodded.
"Good. Now, you have made me late for my study plans and I have quite a lot to get done before the weekend. Get yourselves sorted and stop behaving as children. I've had enough of you two squabbling this term and this is the last of it. Grow up."
She turned on her heel and stormed out.
Blaise laughed, successfully breaking the tension as Draco followed him in laughter. "She's quite scary when she gets like that, isn't she?"
Draco nodded. "You have no idea. She's sterner than my Mother is!"
"Look, I'm not sorry for what I said, I still think it's true. I hope it's true and-
"Me too." Draco admitted.
Blaise looked at him, not even trying to conceal the shock on his face. "What?"
Draco sighed. "I hope that she's getting close with Potter to get out." He mumbled, taking an interest to his fingers in his lap. "I- I'm so bloody terrified she's going to get herself killed. I want her out."
"Draco- mate…" Blaise started. "I-I'll get her out."
"How?"
"My mum. She's got so many connections… I'm sure we could figure something out."
Draco nodded. "I need her help. I know she actually likes the ponce, but it really did start as gaining information."
"I know." Blaise said. "She told me. You know you both could get out…"
Draco shook his head. "Not until I know my mum and Ellie will be safe and taken care of."
"She makes you soft." Blaise smirked.
Draco sighed. "She makes everyone soft. That's the problem."
Elara sighed, a soft moan escaping her throat as Harry trailed light kissed down her neck. "Harry…" She breathed. "I need to study. I have to finish this Transfiguration essay."
"It's not due until next class." Harry whispered against her neck. "There's plenty of time before then."
She gave a half-hearted huff and closed her eyes. "Yes, but I have several other classes with work due soon too. I'd like to get the big stuff out of the way before the weekend."
"You could work on it tomorrow." He pressed, not removing his lips from her skin. "You're meeting with Hermione, anyway, aren't you?"
"Mm-hm." She nodded.
Harry smiled and pulled the book from her lap, closing it, and tossing it to the side. "I have my own studying I'd like to do." He whispered.
She gave a soft giggle and twisted her fingers into his hair, pulling his face up to meet hers and planting her lips on his. Her mind was still reeling from the fight between Draco and Blaise. They had been fighting about her, according to Greg, and that irritated her to her core. She knew that making things known between she and Harry was going to be a headache, but she didn't expect it to be coming from her friends and her brother. She was half tempted to just cast a tongue-tying curse to them both to keep them from talking of it any further. Or perhaps a-Oh… Her attention was pulled from her thoughts as Harry's teeth grazed just below her earlobe.
"Okay." She moaned. "We'll work on your studies first then."
Harry chuckled against her, his breath sending a shiver down her spine. He moved his hands around her, slowly trailing up and down her back. She closed her eyes and sighed again, combing her fingers through his hair.
She could deal with Draco and Blaise later. Harry was important now. The way he felt when kissing her, his lips—slightly chapped from the wind during Quidditch practices, grazed her skin slowly, small sucking pressures down her neck and back up. He slowly moved, laying down over her on the sofa in the Room of Requirement; the only place they had any peace away from prying eyes and whispers today. He propped himself up on his elbows, trying not to crush her delicate frame with his weight.
Elara pulled him closer, tugging on his bottom lip with her teeth and eagerly accepting his silky tongue into her mouth. She shuddered when she felt his palm, warm against her, slip under her shirt and rest on her stomach, tracing small circles just below her ribs. Her heart was beating fast, and she couldn't focus on anything except the feel of his skin on hers, sending electric tingles through her body. His fingertips grazed the fabric of her bra and she ran her hand down his sides, lightly scratching his ribs. She gave a quiet moan as his warm palm pressed against her breast, his thumb lightly running circles around her nipple.
She arched her back and pulled the hem of her shirt up further, removing the hold on Harry's mouth to take her t-shirt off completely. Harry looked down at her and smiled, moving his lips down her neck again, this time continuing lower until reaching her chest. She bit her lip as his face moved back to hers, feeling him grow hard against her thighs. It's all instinct. Do what feels right. She heard Pansy's voice telling her.
"Harry…" She ground out, her voice thick and eyes fluttering. "I've never… I've never done-
"Me either." He whispered, his green eyes meeting her silvers, voice husky and broken with anticipation. "I can stop."
"No." She answered, a little louder. "No. I don't want you to stop. Not yet."
He nodded. "If you're uncomfortable… You'll tell me." It wasn't a question.
She took his lips again and rested her fingers against his belt buckle, fumbling to get it undone. He cupped one breast with his hand, massaging it lightly as his other unbuttoned her jeans. He unzipped them and looked down, feeling the heat crawl into his face and flush his cheeks at the lilac fabric. The very same color as the ones he'd been dreaming about since the first time they had met in the Room of Requirement weeks before.
It's all instinct. She reached into his jeans, her fingers lingering on the waistband of his boxers. She looked up at him, wondering if the nervousness she was feeling was his or hers, and then gave gasp as he trailed his fingers over the delicate lilac material covering her. She felt her heart begin to race, every emotion emitting from Harry lost in its thundering beats. He looked at her, tentatively, and she gave a small nod. He slipped his hand past the elastic hem of the fabric and brushed against the soft curls surrounding her heat. She bit her bottom lip as his fingers danced in circular motions and gave a soft cry and arched her back as she felt him slip one inside, petting the tender spot inside of her, and then another. She dropped one leg from the sofa, hearing her transfiguration textbook thud on the ground, to allow him better access and she felt him press himself into her thigh, throbbing and stiff.
She trembled with pleasure as she shoved her hand into his boxers and grasped him, his forehead dropping to her chest as he groaned and then placed wet kisses on her breasts. She stroked up and down, slowly at first, until she felt his hips thrust forward into her hand. She tightened her grip slightly and pumped her hand against him with more force, trying to keep the pace as he continued to pet her in time with her strokes.
She gave a mangled cry as he circled her peak with his thumb, his fingers still working inside of her. He took her mouth in an urgent, forceful kiss as he sped up his movements, working his fingers faster. She cried out again and bucked her hips into his hand, biting down on his bottom lip. He pulled his face away from hers and pressed his forehead on her shoulder.
"Shit." He panted, a deep groan escaping his throat. "I'm going to come." He mumbled between sharp breaths, thrusting into her hand.
"Unghh." Was all she could reply as she sank her teeth into his shoulder, bucking her hips into his palm again, and then feeling the hot tug behind her navel as her own release escaped her. She pumped her fist against Harry—once, twice, three times and he released. A long, low groan as the sticky wet hit the fabric of his boxers.
Harry swallowed hard, panting and trying to collect himself, his hand still resting against the soft curls, now wet and slick. Elara's eyes were shut tight as she tried to get her breath under control, feeling Harry soften in her hand, she removed it from his shorts. She shifted her hips and pulled her wand from her pocket and muttered "Tergio" to clean herself and Harry up.
She shifted to her side a bit and pulled Harry down to her, his chest touching hers and their legs tangled together. She wrapped both her arms around him, and his head remained on her chest, listening to her thunderous heartbeats slow and return to a normal state. She was combing her fingers through his hair as he traced patterns around her navel with his fingers.
Silence. It always came back to silence for them, she thought. But this was a different silence. A post euphoria, coming back down to earth silence. Enjoying the moment and not wanting to ruin it silence…
Harry closed his eyes for a moment, his breathing finally getting back to normal, and listened to her heartbeat against his ear. Safety. He was feeling safe and cared for, as she stroked his hair and hummed quietly to herself. He wondered if she even knew that she hummed lightly when it was quiet. He liked it too much to bring it up though, he didn't want to embarrass her and make her stop.
He wondered, as he traced invisible patterns across her flat stomach, if she felt the same about him? If she felt as comfortable and safe with him as he did with her? Had anyone have told him three months ago that he would be here, in this spot, in this post-orgasm state with Elara—he would have thought they were insane. Maybe he was. Maybe he was truly cracked. But he was losing the last bit of uncertainty he ever held about her character by the second. She was marvelous, really. Clever, witty, kind, beautiful, energetic, inquisitive, cheeky, confident… Not to mention the sounds that had escaped her while he… Well, he was certain those sounds, and the way her face looked while she climaxed, would be the cause of sticky sheets later this week… He just couldn't muster up suspicion anymore. He simply did not feel it for her anymore. Instead, it was replaced by a glowing feeling, a dull ache in his heart at the thought of having to leave her side. And a swell of joy as he realized he didn't have to. They no longer had to sneak around, leaving rooms at different intervals so they wouldn't get caught…
Because now, it didn't matter. The entire school knew they were together, and ,he smiled at the thought. The "Chosen One", finally picked for something worth being chosen for.
a/n: How are we feeling after this one? I actually haven't written many um.. smut scenes... but I actually had fun doing it haha so hopefully you all enjoyed my first published smut-ish scene.
Anyway, I was extremely ill over the last few days, caught an awful stomach bug! But, I'm feeling much better now! So, I should have some time to write and get some stuff posted here in the next few days. We're going to be getting into the thick of it soon, and I know you've all waited so long for it!
as always THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU to all who have been reading and following and favoring! It seems like my story's traffic chart has sky rocketed every time I look at it! Also, THANK YOU FOR REVIEWING! I love reading/responding to the reviews! Please continue to tell me thoughts and ask questions! I really love it so much! You guys are the best!
anyway, I'm off to shower! I just got off an insanely busy shift and ya girl is in desperate need of some relaxing. I just wanted to get this posted first!
Until next time!
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-Mimi
