1 Complementary Colours
1.1 Chapter the Ninth – Covering Up
Valerian's POV
Shock. That's all I can say. This is the last thing I was expecting! Not just being discovered, I mean this whole evening – what happened between me and Mara Hooch. Don't get me wrong, I haven't a regret in the world. In fact, I want more. I wouldn't be able to stand seeing her every day and knowing that she didn't feel the same. This evening has proved to me that I will be staying on at Hogwarts for many years! But right at the moment, my mind is on other matters….
I almost feel sorry for Filch. He must have come in here just as Mara did, expecting to find that someone had left a candle burning. It must have been my cries that caught his attention, I feel so awful. I doubt if Filch will keep this to himself. I imagine this was the last thing he expected to find – the flying instructor and the illusions professor on the couch, naked and sweaty. And he's certainly the last thing we expected to see. We sit up suddenly, like an electric current has just been shot through us. Mara grabs her thin white shirt and I grab my robe from the back of the couch, attempting to hide as much of myself as possible. The low candlelight makes it hard to read his expression - somewhere between disgust and excitement.
The look on Mara's face is far clearer – she's furious. Absolutely livid. Her skin is flushed bright scarlet with a mix of passion and fury.
"….Filch!" she gapes, giving him a look that would have set water alight, "…what the fuck do you think you're doing?!?" He seems to bring his mind back into his body, and runs a quick assessment of the scene before him. I don't think he can believe it.
"I might ask you the same question, professors……" he sneers, "I'm only doing my job after all, patrolling for troublemakers" Mara clutches her shirt closer to her, it's not much help as it's almost see-through. I hold out the side of my robe to her – it's more than big enough to cover both of us. Huddling together under the silk, I can feel her warm flesh against mine. I long to stroke her, to hold and caress her. Doesn't Filch have somewhere else to be?
"This is the staff lounge, Filch. This area is none of your concern. Ella and I have every right to be here." He doesn't look impressed.
"At 3 in the morning? Naked? On an antique velvet couch that has been here for centuries – Professor Dumbledore will not be pleased….." So far I have played the role of the silent partner, letting Mara do all the fighting because she is so much better at it than me. She's known Filch for much longer than I have, in fact, this is the first time I've spoken to him. And I doubt he'll forget me now. I decide to speak up at last.
"You're not going to say a word about this, Filch. This is no-one's business, least of all yours. Isn't there some dank, deserted corridor needing your care right now…?" I ask sarcastically, hoping to get rid of him. Mara backs me up.
"Ella's right, Filch. You breathe so much as a word of this, and your life in Hogwarts won't be worth living" she threatens him, and the furious glint in her eye shows she means it. I think he's got the message. Pushing a very ruffled looking Mrs. Norris out of the room with his foot, he slowly backs out of the door, with a lingering disgusted glare at us.
Once the door closes, Mara and I drop the robe with a relieved sigh, and embrace each other.
"I'm so sorry…." She murmurs into my skin, "…I'm going to get you into trouble one of these days." Hmmmm, 'one of these days' – that sounds promising. She's obviously anticipating a repeat performance at a later date. Gods, I hope so. I pull back from the embrace to kiss her lips softly.
"I don't care…." I smile, my mouth hovering a fly's wing away from hers, "…all I care about is being with you. I was so scared you wouldn't feel the same…" I confess. Mara holds me even closer to her for a minute or so, and we stay that way in silence. Finally, we release each other and find our clothes where they lie discarded on the floor, dressing ourselves again.
"Probably best if we part company now…. I'll see you tomorrow, at breakfast. We can talk then." She pauses for a moment, "…you don't hate me, right?" I shake my head vigorously. "Not in the slightest…" She smiles, "Good," she kisses me, deeply and tenderly. We finally go our separate ways back to our rooms, knowing that a glorious future lies ahead for us….
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Ta Da! Finished! Of course, there will be a sequel. Or sequels. In fact, I think I'll write a series! Keep your eye out for the next thrilling Hooch/Valerian fiction, coming your way very soon!
1.1 Chapter the Ninth – Covering Up
Valerian's POV
Shock. That's all I can say. This is the last thing I was expecting! Not just being discovered, I mean this whole evening – what happened between me and Mara Hooch. Don't get me wrong, I haven't a regret in the world. In fact, I want more. I wouldn't be able to stand seeing her every day and knowing that she didn't feel the same. This evening has proved to me that I will be staying on at Hogwarts for many years! But right at the moment, my mind is on other matters….
I almost feel sorry for Filch. He must have come in here just as Mara did, expecting to find that someone had left a candle burning. It must have been my cries that caught his attention, I feel so awful. I doubt if Filch will keep this to himself. I imagine this was the last thing he expected to find – the flying instructor and the illusions professor on the couch, naked and sweaty. And he's certainly the last thing we expected to see. We sit up suddenly, like an electric current has just been shot through us. Mara grabs her thin white shirt and I grab my robe from the back of the couch, attempting to hide as much of myself as possible. The low candlelight makes it hard to read his expression - somewhere between disgust and excitement.
The look on Mara's face is far clearer – she's furious. Absolutely livid. Her skin is flushed bright scarlet with a mix of passion and fury.
"….Filch!" she gapes, giving him a look that would have set water alight, "…what the fuck do you think you're doing?!?" He seems to bring his mind back into his body, and runs a quick assessment of the scene before him. I don't think he can believe it.
"I might ask you the same question, professors……" he sneers, "I'm only doing my job after all, patrolling for troublemakers" Mara clutches her shirt closer to her, it's not much help as it's almost see-through. I hold out the side of my robe to her – it's more than big enough to cover both of us. Huddling together under the silk, I can feel her warm flesh against mine. I long to stroke her, to hold and caress her. Doesn't Filch have somewhere else to be?
"This is the staff lounge, Filch. This area is none of your concern. Ella and I have every right to be here." He doesn't look impressed.
"At 3 in the morning? Naked? On an antique velvet couch that has been here for centuries – Professor Dumbledore will not be pleased….." So far I have played the role of the silent partner, letting Mara do all the fighting because she is so much better at it than me. She's known Filch for much longer than I have, in fact, this is the first time I've spoken to him. And I doubt he'll forget me now. I decide to speak up at last.
"You're not going to say a word about this, Filch. This is no-one's business, least of all yours. Isn't there some dank, deserted corridor needing your care right now…?" I ask sarcastically, hoping to get rid of him. Mara backs me up.
"Ella's right, Filch. You breathe so much as a word of this, and your life in Hogwarts won't be worth living" she threatens him, and the furious glint in her eye shows she means it. I think he's got the message. Pushing a very ruffled looking Mrs. Norris out of the room with his foot, he slowly backs out of the door, with a lingering disgusted glare at us.
Once the door closes, Mara and I drop the robe with a relieved sigh, and embrace each other.
"I'm so sorry…." She murmurs into my skin, "…I'm going to get you into trouble one of these days." Hmmmm, 'one of these days' – that sounds promising. She's obviously anticipating a repeat performance at a later date. Gods, I hope so. I pull back from the embrace to kiss her lips softly.
"I don't care…." I smile, my mouth hovering a fly's wing away from hers, "…all I care about is being with you. I was so scared you wouldn't feel the same…" I confess. Mara holds me even closer to her for a minute or so, and we stay that way in silence. Finally, we release each other and find our clothes where they lie discarded on the floor, dressing ourselves again.
"Probably best if we part company now…. I'll see you tomorrow, at breakfast. We can talk then." She pauses for a moment, "…you don't hate me, right?" I shake my head vigorously. "Not in the slightest…" She smiles, "Good," she kisses me, deeply and tenderly. We finally go our separate ways back to our rooms, knowing that a glorious future lies ahead for us….
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Ta Da! Finished! Of course, there will be a sequel. Or sequels. In fact, I think I'll write a series! Keep your eye out for the next thrilling Hooch/Valerian fiction, coming your way very soon!