Chapter Last!
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The day passed in a blaze of glory and splendor and hilarity. Both Fallon Anderson and Cassius Warrington found themselves treated with a mixture of veneration and fear. Well... not that this was particularly unusual. But even more so.
Pansy Parkinson, after the truth potion had worn off, had been furious. If the laughter and strange looks that she had received from others was not enough, Draco Malfoy and Ravyn De Borgia seemed to be surgically attached at the lips. Again. And her hair was sticky with pumpkin juice.
She had lunged herself at Fallon, only to be casually and lightly flipped on her back in the middle of the hallway, and then had lain there on the ground, as Fallon had walked away without a care in the world, and with a smile on her face.
Of course, all of this made it quite natural for her to be in an unusually good and happy mood at the end of the day, and when she walked out of History of Magic and seen her partner in crime in the hallway, she had greeted him quite graciously.
Meaning, she did not glare at him.
"That was fun, wasn't it?" Fallon said to him jovially. He laughed.
"Well... at least Malfoy and Ravyn aren't being sullen brats any more."
"Malfoy's still a brat," Fallon said matter-of-factly.
"Well yes... obviously. But he's acting his shoe size, and not his ring size. It's an improvement."
"I suppose... say, thanks for the help," Fallon leaned against the wall, cocking her head slightly, and gracing him with a genuine smile, "As much as it pains me to say this... it's been a pleasure. Ick... that sounds too sappy. Well, whatever."
She wrinkled her nose slightly, and Warrington found himself grinning, and realizing that, when she was so inclined, Fallon Anderson could be quite charming. In her own unusual, intense, somewhat scary but oddly seductive way.
He needed to bring that side out more often. And he needed to see more of her. Because... well, in the very least, things would never be boring. And moreover... she was QUITE easy on the eyes.
"We should work together more often," he remarked. She rolled her eyes and grimaced. Not a mean grimace, but a good-natured one. He somehow found that he could discern that.
"We'd kill each other," she chuckled, "I'm surprised we haven't killed each other during the course of this mission."
"You did throw a rolling pin at me," he reminded her solemnly. She gave an unladylike snort.
"And you deserved it, you git! You were LATE!" She crossed her arms and glared up at him, arched eyebrows drawn together in a frown, dark eyes flashing with ire, perfect lips pursed in a disapproving scowl. And his smile widened.
"You're not scaring me, Anderson," he informed her calmly, his eyes glinting with amusement and something that she could not quite place, but somehow made her feel unnaturally happy and nervous at the same time, not that she showed any of that on her face. Her frown deepened, and she advanced on him, hands on hips.
Cassius Warrington laughed as Fallon stalked towards him, looking outraged, her hands on her hips, her lips in a pout under her flashing eyes, and, perhaps possessed in some way or another, his heart was overwhelmed with an almost Gryffindorish spurt of insane, impulsive courage. Holding out his arms, he caught the girl up as she walked towards him, and held her close to him, lifting her up and throwing her over his shoulder, laughing all the while.
Fallon suddenly found herself in his arms, her feet entirely off the ground, her torso hanging over his shoulder, as he strode quickly towards the Slytherin Common Room. Flailing her arms, she shrieked, "PUT ME DOWN, you oaf! Where the hell are you taking me?"
He only laughed harder as he sped up, "Back to the Common Room, which is empty right now... "
"Well put me down, then! I can WALK, you know!"
"But this is so FUN! And you can't run away if I'm holding you," he replied promptly.
"What the devil are you going about, you swarthy git?" Fallon demanded, somewhat breathless as he ran down the stairs leading to the Dungeons.
"You can't run if I'm holding you the entire time," Warrington said again, as if this was the most obvious thing in the world. "Argentum," he called out to the portrait, then walked in, with Fallon still in his arms, "I've got you... and I'm not letting you go."
"Well, you bloody better put me down!" Fallon squirmed and shouted at him, "You will NOT carry me around like this all day long!"
"All right... as you wish," he spoke, and walked over towards a couch, then dropped her unceremoniously down onto the piece of furniture. He smiled as she sunk into the soft green velvet, her hair coming loose, her cheeks slightly flushed, eyes flashing furiously at him. His hands were still on her arms.
"Why did you do that?"
"Do what?" he asked innocently. She smacked his arm.
"Carry me like a sack of potatoes into the Common Room, of course! It's not like we couldn't finish talking in the hallway."
"But I didn't carry you here to talk," he said matter-of-factly, "I brought you here because no one else is around."
She blinked, then stilled as he ran his hands slowly up her arms to her shoulders. "Is there something you needed to talk to me about that you didn't want to talk about in the hallway? Then you should just have asked, goodness! Carting me around... "
"Oh, we're not going to be talking, sweet," one hand traveled from her shoulder inward until it reached her neck, and he ran a callused, surprisingly gentle finger down her neck, tracing from her earlobe to where skin met fabric, and she looked at him, wide-eyed.
"Oh?" her voice was soft, almost tremulous.
"I'm about to snog you senseless. Just thought you might want to know," he said bluntly, his finger now traveling back up the side of her neck to her chin, as he looked straight into her startled face with hooded, dark eyes. Those soft lips parted slightly for a moment, then she gave him a scowl.
"And what makes you think that you can just--- mhmph!" Whatever she was about to say was cut off as he leaned forward and sealed his lips over hers, leaning her head back even as his hands pulled her lithe form close to his. Her eyes widened, and her lips involuntarily parted in surprise, and he pulled her even closer, deepening the kiss. And then her eyes closed, and she forgot all about shoving him away for doing such an impertinent, presumptuous thing. She was being crushed into the couch's velvet, but it didn't matter in the least. And evidently, there were things that could be done with tongues besides glib, snarky remarks...
And then the Common Room entrance opened, and Ravyn walked in with Draco. And the girl gave a cheerful exclamation.
"All right! I win the bet! I KNEW they'd snog before this term was over!"
Draco scowled, "Bloody hell... Anderson and Warrington, going all hormonal in the ruddy Common Room... who'd've thought?"
"Well... I win! So tomorrow you're going to the kitchens, and baking cookies!"
"Blimey, woman! I'm NOT doing that!!"
"Yes you are," Ravyn said in a sing-song voice. "It's chilly, it's foggy, the smart-arses are snoggy..."
"They can go at it like rabbits for all I care... but I'm NOT baking!"
"They" had been valiantly trying to ignore the fact that there was an audience, but Fallon found that she could not ignore Draco and Ravyn's little argument any longer. Springing up and pushing Warrington away, she straightened her robes and glowered at the blond boy, then huffed and pointed her wand at her dorm room, performing a Summoning Charm.
"Here!" A book came flying out, landing in Draco's hand, "100 Easy Cookie Recipes! Now, bugger off and leave us alone!"
Warrington gave what could only be called a triumphant laugh, as he stood up behind Fallon and put his arms around her slender waist from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. "You heard the lady, Malfoy... leave us. You owe us one anyway."
A grinning Ravyn nodded, gave a quick thanks to Warrington and Fallon, and dragged her boyfriend out of the Common Room by the hand, giggling all the while.
"Now... where were we?"
"On the couch," she deadpanned. He gave her a roguish grin, and none-too-gently pushed her back onto the couch.
"Don't SHOVE me, git! Of all the rude, obnoxious..."
"You talk too much." He played with a strand of her hair, before caressing her cheek, "Shut up."
She laughed at that, "Make me."
And she was silenced, but not by means of a gag.
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Done!
Disclaimer: I shall smite thee if thou sueth!
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The day passed in a blaze of glory and splendor and hilarity. Both Fallon Anderson and Cassius Warrington found themselves treated with a mixture of veneration and fear. Well... not that this was particularly unusual. But even more so.
Pansy Parkinson, after the truth potion had worn off, had been furious. If the laughter and strange looks that she had received from others was not enough, Draco Malfoy and Ravyn De Borgia seemed to be surgically attached at the lips. Again. And her hair was sticky with pumpkin juice.
She had lunged herself at Fallon, only to be casually and lightly flipped on her back in the middle of the hallway, and then had lain there on the ground, as Fallon had walked away without a care in the world, and with a smile on her face.
Of course, all of this made it quite natural for her to be in an unusually good and happy mood at the end of the day, and when she walked out of History of Magic and seen her partner in crime in the hallway, she had greeted him quite graciously.
Meaning, she did not glare at him.
"That was fun, wasn't it?" Fallon said to him jovially. He laughed.
"Well... at least Malfoy and Ravyn aren't being sullen brats any more."
"Malfoy's still a brat," Fallon said matter-of-factly.
"Well yes... obviously. But he's acting his shoe size, and not his ring size. It's an improvement."
"I suppose... say, thanks for the help," Fallon leaned against the wall, cocking her head slightly, and gracing him with a genuine smile, "As much as it pains me to say this... it's been a pleasure. Ick... that sounds too sappy. Well, whatever."
She wrinkled her nose slightly, and Warrington found himself grinning, and realizing that, when she was so inclined, Fallon Anderson could be quite charming. In her own unusual, intense, somewhat scary but oddly seductive way.
He needed to bring that side out more often. And he needed to see more of her. Because... well, in the very least, things would never be boring. And moreover... she was QUITE easy on the eyes.
"We should work together more often," he remarked. She rolled her eyes and grimaced. Not a mean grimace, but a good-natured one. He somehow found that he could discern that.
"We'd kill each other," she chuckled, "I'm surprised we haven't killed each other during the course of this mission."
"You did throw a rolling pin at me," he reminded her solemnly. She gave an unladylike snort.
"And you deserved it, you git! You were LATE!" She crossed her arms and glared up at him, arched eyebrows drawn together in a frown, dark eyes flashing with ire, perfect lips pursed in a disapproving scowl. And his smile widened.
"You're not scaring me, Anderson," he informed her calmly, his eyes glinting with amusement and something that she could not quite place, but somehow made her feel unnaturally happy and nervous at the same time, not that she showed any of that on her face. Her frown deepened, and she advanced on him, hands on hips.
Cassius Warrington laughed as Fallon stalked towards him, looking outraged, her hands on her hips, her lips in a pout under her flashing eyes, and, perhaps possessed in some way or another, his heart was overwhelmed with an almost Gryffindorish spurt of insane, impulsive courage. Holding out his arms, he caught the girl up as she walked towards him, and held her close to him, lifting her up and throwing her over his shoulder, laughing all the while.
Fallon suddenly found herself in his arms, her feet entirely off the ground, her torso hanging over his shoulder, as he strode quickly towards the Slytherin Common Room. Flailing her arms, she shrieked, "PUT ME DOWN, you oaf! Where the hell are you taking me?"
He only laughed harder as he sped up, "Back to the Common Room, which is empty right now... "
"Well put me down, then! I can WALK, you know!"
"But this is so FUN! And you can't run away if I'm holding you," he replied promptly.
"What the devil are you going about, you swarthy git?" Fallon demanded, somewhat breathless as he ran down the stairs leading to the Dungeons.
"You can't run if I'm holding you the entire time," Warrington said again, as if this was the most obvious thing in the world. "Argentum," he called out to the portrait, then walked in, with Fallon still in his arms, "I've got you... and I'm not letting you go."
"Well, you bloody better put me down!" Fallon squirmed and shouted at him, "You will NOT carry me around like this all day long!"
"All right... as you wish," he spoke, and walked over towards a couch, then dropped her unceremoniously down onto the piece of furniture. He smiled as she sunk into the soft green velvet, her hair coming loose, her cheeks slightly flushed, eyes flashing furiously at him. His hands were still on her arms.
"Why did you do that?"
"Do what?" he asked innocently. She smacked his arm.
"Carry me like a sack of potatoes into the Common Room, of course! It's not like we couldn't finish talking in the hallway."
"But I didn't carry you here to talk," he said matter-of-factly, "I brought you here because no one else is around."
She blinked, then stilled as he ran his hands slowly up her arms to her shoulders. "Is there something you needed to talk to me about that you didn't want to talk about in the hallway? Then you should just have asked, goodness! Carting me around... "
"Oh, we're not going to be talking, sweet," one hand traveled from her shoulder inward until it reached her neck, and he ran a callused, surprisingly gentle finger down her neck, tracing from her earlobe to where skin met fabric, and she looked at him, wide-eyed.
"Oh?" her voice was soft, almost tremulous.
"I'm about to snog you senseless. Just thought you might want to know," he said bluntly, his finger now traveling back up the side of her neck to her chin, as he looked straight into her startled face with hooded, dark eyes. Those soft lips parted slightly for a moment, then she gave him a scowl.
"And what makes you think that you can just--- mhmph!" Whatever she was about to say was cut off as he leaned forward and sealed his lips over hers, leaning her head back even as his hands pulled her lithe form close to his. Her eyes widened, and her lips involuntarily parted in surprise, and he pulled her even closer, deepening the kiss. And then her eyes closed, and she forgot all about shoving him away for doing such an impertinent, presumptuous thing. She was being crushed into the couch's velvet, but it didn't matter in the least. And evidently, there were things that could be done with tongues besides glib, snarky remarks...
And then the Common Room entrance opened, and Ravyn walked in with Draco. And the girl gave a cheerful exclamation.
"All right! I win the bet! I KNEW they'd snog before this term was over!"
Draco scowled, "Bloody hell... Anderson and Warrington, going all hormonal in the ruddy Common Room... who'd've thought?"
"Well... I win! So tomorrow you're going to the kitchens, and baking cookies!"
"Blimey, woman! I'm NOT doing that!!"
"Yes you are," Ravyn said in a sing-song voice. "It's chilly, it's foggy, the smart-arses are snoggy..."
"They can go at it like rabbits for all I care... but I'm NOT baking!"
"They" had been valiantly trying to ignore the fact that there was an audience, but Fallon found that she could not ignore Draco and Ravyn's little argument any longer. Springing up and pushing Warrington away, she straightened her robes and glowered at the blond boy, then huffed and pointed her wand at her dorm room, performing a Summoning Charm.
"Here!" A book came flying out, landing in Draco's hand, "100 Easy Cookie Recipes! Now, bugger off and leave us alone!"
Warrington gave what could only be called a triumphant laugh, as he stood up behind Fallon and put his arms around her slender waist from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. "You heard the lady, Malfoy... leave us. You owe us one anyway."
A grinning Ravyn nodded, gave a quick thanks to Warrington and Fallon, and dragged her boyfriend out of the Common Room by the hand, giggling all the while.
"Now... where were we?"
"On the couch," she deadpanned. He gave her a roguish grin, and none-too-gently pushed her back onto the couch.
"Don't SHOVE me, git! Of all the rude, obnoxious..."
"You talk too much." He played with a strand of her hair, before caressing her cheek, "Shut up."
She laughed at that, "Make me."
And she was silenced, but not by means of a gag.
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Done!