Innocent Words
Author: Captain Cornflake
Chapter Eight: Yule Ball
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~*DISCLAIMER*~
I do NOT own Harry Potter, all credit goes J.K Rowling and thanks to PuddlemereChaser for letting me steal your ideas (j/k). PS I own Emilia.
-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- *-*-*- A/N: I will apologise in advance for the later parts of this chapter, because I swear to god, this is the first sex scene I've ever written, and it probably, and 99% likely will suck! -*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- *-*-*-
-Oliver's POV-
December was upon us, and the annual Yule Ball was only two weeks away. Of course Emilia was really excited, and she was really organised too. She had her outfit sorted out, the only thing she hadn't done was to acquire herself a date.
Thankfully for the lads' sake, the whole dress robes thing had been abandoned, and I was hoping I'd be looking for a smart suit this year.
-Normal POV-
Every girl in fourth year or above at Hogwarts was all hyped up about the upcoming Yule Ball.
Many a night was spent in all the dorm rooms experimenting with various hairstyles. All the Gryffindor girls had dates; Angelina was going with Fred, Katie was going with George. Hermione claimed she had a date, but she refused to reveal who it was.
Emilia was torn in two over who to ask. On one hand, there was Cedric, her ex-boyfriend, Quidditch captain, Hogwarts Tri-Wizard Champion, her first love. On the other hand, there was Oliver, her current boyfriend, teammate and all round good laugh.
After much consideration, and much time spent avoiding Cedric, Em decided to go with Oliver, because would feel much more comfortable with him on her arm.
Obviously, Wood was happy that he had been asked to go back to school and meet up with a lot of old friends plus the Durmstrang and Beauxbatons students too.
-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- Puddlemere's success in the league continued as well. They only had problems with the Montrose Magpies and The Ballycastle Bats, whose Beaters seemed to have an immense dislike to Emilia, knocking her clean out in a few minutes flat. The others claimed foul and a few penalties were given, but they didn't help.
The season's Christmas break began on December 19th, and the seven first team players got a well-deserved break, finishing for the holiday at 4th.
Alicia ended up inviting Ian to the Ball with her, because she didn't want to ask anyone at school.
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The night of the Ball was upon them, and classes were suspended a few hours early, so everyone could get ready for the evenings festivities.
"Oliver and Ian are supposed to be arriving at 7pm" Emilia mentioned to Alicia as she wrapped a fluffy towel around her dripping wet hair.
All the girls in the spacious dorm room were applying make-up, styling their momentarily unruly hair.
"Do you reckon Fred will like this?" asked Angelina, emerging from the bathroom dressed in a black satin, cowl neck dress, the back of which was trailing the floor, the front was up at her knees, she looked stunning.
"Yeah, I think he will, you look great" smiled Katie, applying another coat of Very berry lip shine.
There was a knock at the door then, and Alicia peered her head out to see who it was. It was Harry.
"Just thought I'd let you know, Oliver and Ian are here"
Alicia smiled, said 'thanks' and shut the door behind her.
"Hey Em, the guys are here!" she shouted.
There was a muffled response from the bathroom and the sound of a zip being pulled up very quickly could be heard.
Emilia rushed out of the bathroom and sat on her bed, pulling on her heeled shoes. She stood up, smoothed out her dress and took a look in the mirror, she sighed nervously and headed towards the door with Alicia in tow.
The two headed down the stairs carefully and slowly, so as not to trip on their dresses.
-Oliver's POV-
Ian and me were standing in front of the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room, reminiscing about our time in the school, when we heard the sound of two pairs of shoes echoing down the stairs from the dormitories.
We fixed out stares on the narrow stairway, hoping that the noise was out dates.
It was them, and they looked absolutely gorgeous, they didn't look like sixteen and seventeen year old girls anymore, they looked like mature young ladies. I had to stop my mouth from falling open in surprise. Especially at Alicia, because I'd known her for so long, I never saw her like that.
Emilia looked stunning though, shy and demure, but beautiful.
-Author POV-
Trying desperately not to trip over their dresses, Emilia and Alicia made their way down to the common room where Ian and Oliver where waiting for them.
Stepping off the last step, the girls smile at their dates and approached them, silently shaking with nerves.
"Wow, you uh, you look great" stammered Oliver, clasping Emilia hand with his now clammy palm.
"Thanks" she murmured.
Even thought she had three-inch heels on, Emilia was still overshadowed by Wood's 6'2" frame.
The happy couples left the Gryffindor tower, and headed towards the Great Hall, where they could hear the joyful sounds of the Weird Sisters floating around. As they drew near the hall, screams of laughter and lots of people talking could be heard.
Upon entering the hall, the group gasped and marvelled at the exquisite and extravagant decorations that adorned the walls and the giant trees that stood behind the teacher's table.
They mingled in with the buzzing crowd, and Emilia managed to catch up with Hermione, who had managed to score a date with Viktor Krum, the Durmstrang champion.
When Krum set his eyes on Em, he smiled and made his way over to her, with Hermione on his arm.
"Hiya Em!" she squealed when she saw her elegantly dressed friend on the arm of the most fanciable Gryffindor guy ever.
"Hi Hermione, you know Oliver don't you?"
"Yeah I do, this is Viktor"
Krum extended his hand.
"I votched your flying at ze veekend, I vas impressed"
"I'm gonna go get some drinks" said Oliver, heading for the table on the other side of the hall.
"Ok, see you in a minute, you were at the match on Sunday?" Emilia answered both speakers.
"Yes I vas, vee 'ave been told to see some English teams vile ve are over here"
Hermione looked up at her bushy eye browed beau, and looked back at Emilia, beaming with pride.
"It vould be an honour to play against you" he continued.
"Ditto"-replied Em, as Oliver returned with two Butterbeers in his hands.
"I'll see you later, yeah?" said Hermione, dragging Krum away for a dance.
"Is everyone else here yet?" mumbled Emilia, sipping on her warming drink.
"Um yeah, I haven't seen Katie though, she's probably making out with George somewhere" laughed Wood, wrapping his arms around her shoulders from behind.
She arched her neck back, resting her head on his collar bone, exposing the creamy, almost brilliant white flesh of her neck, for who cared to look, see.
The two made their way on to the temporary dance floor, where the Hufflepuff table used to be.
McGonagall was seated in the middle of the teachers' table, observing the pupils enjoying themselves. She was amazed at the amount of tension there was between the girls and the boys. Usually, everyone was very relaxed at such an event.
Back on the dance floor, many couples were swaying back and forth to the beautiful and soulful notes that surrounded them.
The evening progressed without a hitch, which kept McGonagall perfectly happy.
At almost 10pm, after many Butterbeers and much more dancing, Oliver whispered in Emilia's ear.
"Let's get out of here"
Hoping not to be noticed, they scurried out of the hall, and back to the Gryffindor tower.
Arriving there, the Fat Lady squinted her eyes at Oliver and exclaimed.
"Mr Wood! I never expected to see you here again"
"Me neither" he replied with a sheepish grin.
"Password?" she prompted Em.
"Oh yeah, Godric"
The portrait swung forward and the pair entered the common room, seating themselves on the sofa nearest to the fire.
They sat a little apart, not looking at each other, until Wood scooted over a bit and grasped her hand tightly.
Finally swallowing the fear that overcame her, Emilia looked up at Oliver. She stared deep into his eyes for a moment, before inching towards him and leaning in for a serious game of tongue tennis.
Fifteen minutes later, they were still practically glued together, hands exploring every inch of each other's bodies, as far as they could.
Glancing at her watch, Emilia pulled back.
"It's ten past ten, we can't stay here much longer"
"Where can we go then?"
Pausing for a moment, Emilia clapped her hands together.
"The dorm room"
His eyes widened a little, realising what she was hinting at.
The two couldn't get up the stairs fast enough. Em hushed Oliver as they reached the 6th year girls dorm room.
Opening the door, slowly and silently, she checked if the coast was clear, and it was. Tiptoeing across the room, the slightly intoxicated couple headed for their target destination with the utmost care not to wake anyone on the lower floors.
Em stopped suddenly, and backtracked to the bed nearest the door, checking that she had seen right.
Lying in the bed, asleep and bathed in moonlight, were Katie and George, looking awfully happy with themselves. Em stifled a laugh and headed back towards her bed, where Oliver stood, hands behind his back, trying to look innocent.
She sat down on the bed and patted the space next to her. He obeyed, sitting down. He placed a quivering hand on her shoulder and said:
"Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?"
"Numerous times" she laughed quietly.
His eyes roamed all over her face before he blurted out.
"if you don't wanna, you know-"
She stopped him, placing a fingertip on his lips.
Hooking a finger around the bow tie he was wearing, Emilia pulled him in closer for a long, passionate kiss. While they were kissing, Emilia fumbled around for her wand and put a silencing charm on the bed.
Putting the instrument back on the bedside cabinet, she pulled Wood down on to the bed with her, where hands were exploring every inch, again. Clothes were being pulled off and tossed aside. Oliver was now as he had been when Emilia first met him, topless.
He expertly undid the clasp of her bra, sending the garment flying across the bed.
Their relationship was now developing into much more than either of them imagined it could be.
Emilia imagined Wood as being the kind of guy she could hug, kiss and hold hands with, she never imagined she'd end up having sex with him.
Once again, Oliver's hands were doing most of the work, massaging her naked skin, causing a low, almost silent moan to escape her. This spurred him on even more.
By now, both of them were completely naked and quite sweaty.
They stopped kissing for s moment, looked into each other's eyes asking 'are you sure?' and of course the answer was 'yes'. Inhibitions had been shed, just like their clothes, and they couldn't have been more ready..
A/N: Muah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha..I am now holding the end of this chapter to ransom, the price you must pay to ever see it again is.review, a lot!! | | |
Author: Captain Cornflake
Chapter Eight: Yule Ball
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~*DISCLAIMER*~
I do NOT own Harry Potter, all credit goes J.K Rowling and thanks to PuddlemereChaser for letting me steal your ideas (j/k). PS I own Emilia.
-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- *-*-*- A/N: I will apologise in advance for the later parts of this chapter, because I swear to god, this is the first sex scene I've ever written, and it probably, and 99% likely will suck! -*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- *-*-*-
-Oliver's POV-
December was upon us, and the annual Yule Ball was only two weeks away. Of course Emilia was really excited, and she was really organised too. She had her outfit sorted out, the only thing she hadn't done was to acquire herself a date.
Thankfully for the lads' sake, the whole dress robes thing had been abandoned, and I was hoping I'd be looking for a smart suit this year.
-Normal POV-
Every girl in fourth year or above at Hogwarts was all hyped up about the upcoming Yule Ball.
Many a night was spent in all the dorm rooms experimenting with various hairstyles. All the Gryffindor girls had dates; Angelina was going with Fred, Katie was going with George. Hermione claimed she had a date, but she refused to reveal who it was.
Emilia was torn in two over who to ask. On one hand, there was Cedric, her ex-boyfriend, Quidditch captain, Hogwarts Tri-Wizard Champion, her first love. On the other hand, there was Oliver, her current boyfriend, teammate and all round good laugh.
After much consideration, and much time spent avoiding Cedric, Em decided to go with Oliver, because would feel much more comfortable with him on her arm.
Obviously, Wood was happy that he had been asked to go back to school and meet up with a lot of old friends plus the Durmstrang and Beauxbatons students too.
-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- Puddlemere's success in the league continued as well. They only had problems with the Montrose Magpies and The Ballycastle Bats, whose Beaters seemed to have an immense dislike to Emilia, knocking her clean out in a few minutes flat. The others claimed foul and a few penalties were given, but they didn't help.
The season's Christmas break began on December 19th, and the seven first team players got a well-deserved break, finishing for the holiday at 4th.
Alicia ended up inviting Ian to the Ball with her, because she didn't want to ask anyone at school.
-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-
The night of the Ball was upon them, and classes were suspended a few hours early, so everyone could get ready for the evenings festivities.
"Oliver and Ian are supposed to be arriving at 7pm" Emilia mentioned to Alicia as she wrapped a fluffy towel around her dripping wet hair.
All the girls in the spacious dorm room were applying make-up, styling their momentarily unruly hair.
"Do you reckon Fred will like this?" asked Angelina, emerging from the bathroom dressed in a black satin, cowl neck dress, the back of which was trailing the floor, the front was up at her knees, she looked stunning.
"Yeah, I think he will, you look great" smiled Katie, applying another coat of Very berry lip shine.
There was a knock at the door then, and Alicia peered her head out to see who it was. It was Harry.
"Just thought I'd let you know, Oliver and Ian are here"
Alicia smiled, said 'thanks' and shut the door behind her.
"Hey Em, the guys are here!" she shouted.
There was a muffled response from the bathroom and the sound of a zip being pulled up very quickly could be heard.
Emilia rushed out of the bathroom and sat on her bed, pulling on her heeled shoes. She stood up, smoothed out her dress and took a look in the mirror, she sighed nervously and headed towards the door with Alicia in tow.
The two headed down the stairs carefully and slowly, so as not to trip on their dresses.
-Oliver's POV-
Ian and me were standing in front of the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room, reminiscing about our time in the school, when we heard the sound of two pairs of shoes echoing down the stairs from the dormitories.
We fixed out stares on the narrow stairway, hoping that the noise was out dates.
It was them, and they looked absolutely gorgeous, they didn't look like sixteen and seventeen year old girls anymore, they looked like mature young ladies. I had to stop my mouth from falling open in surprise. Especially at Alicia, because I'd known her for so long, I never saw her like that.
Emilia looked stunning though, shy and demure, but beautiful.
-Author POV-
Trying desperately not to trip over their dresses, Emilia and Alicia made their way down to the common room where Ian and Oliver where waiting for them.
Stepping off the last step, the girls smile at their dates and approached them, silently shaking with nerves.
"Wow, you uh, you look great" stammered Oliver, clasping Emilia hand with his now clammy palm.
"Thanks" she murmured.
Even thought she had three-inch heels on, Emilia was still overshadowed by Wood's 6'2" frame.
The happy couples left the Gryffindor tower, and headed towards the Great Hall, where they could hear the joyful sounds of the Weird Sisters floating around. As they drew near the hall, screams of laughter and lots of people talking could be heard.
Upon entering the hall, the group gasped and marvelled at the exquisite and extravagant decorations that adorned the walls and the giant trees that stood behind the teacher's table.
They mingled in with the buzzing crowd, and Emilia managed to catch up with Hermione, who had managed to score a date with Viktor Krum, the Durmstrang champion.
When Krum set his eyes on Em, he smiled and made his way over to her, with Hermione on his arm.
"Hiya Em!" she squealed when she saw her elegantly dressed friend on the arm of the most fanciable Gryffindor guy ever.
"Hi Hermione, you know Oliver don't you?"
"Yeah I do, this is Viktor"
Krum extended his hand.
"I votched your flying at ze veekend, I vas impressed"
"I'm gonna go get some drinks" said Oliver, heading for the table on the other side of the hall.
"Ok, see you in a minute, you were at the match on Sunday?" Emilia answered both speakers.
"Yes I vas, vee 'ave been told to see some English teams vile ve are over here"
Hermione looked up at her bushy eye browed beau, and looked back at Emilia, beaming with pride.
"It vould be an honour to play against you" he continued.
"Ditto"-replied Em, as Oliver returned with two Butterbeers in his hands.
"I'll see you later, yeah?" said Hermione, dragging Krum away for a dance.
"Is everyone else here yet?" mumbled Emilia, sipping on her warming drink.
"Um yeah, I haven't seen Katie though, she's probably making out with George somewhere" laughed Wood, wrapping his arms around her shoulders from behind.
She arched her neck back, resting her head on his collar bone, exposing the creamy, almost brilliant white flesh of her neck, for who cared to look, see.
The two made their way on to the temporary dance floor, where the Hufflepuff table used to be.
McGonagall was seated in the middle of the teachers' table, observing the pupils enjoying themselves. She was amazed at the amount of tension there was between the girls and the boys. Usually, everyone was very relaxed at such an event.
Back on the dance floor, many couples were swaying back and forth to the beautiful and soulful notes that surrounded them.
The evening progressed without a hitch, which kept McGonagall perfectly happy.
At almost 10pm, after many Butterbeers and much more dancing, Oliver whispered in Emilia's ear.
"Let's get out of here"
Hoping not to be noticed, they scurried out of the hall, and back to the Gryffindor tower.
Arriving there, the Fat Lady squinted her eyes at Oliver and exclaimed.
"Mr Wood! I never expected to see you here again"
"Me neither" he replied with a sheepish grin.
"Password?" she prompted Em.
"Oh yeah, Godric"
The portrait swung forward and the pair entered the common room, seating themselves on the sofa nearest to the fire.
They sat a little apart, not looking at each other, until Wood scooted over a bit and grasped her hand tightly.
Finally swallowing the fear that overcame her, Emilia looked up at Oliver. She stared deep into his eyes for a moment, before inching towards him and leaning in for a serious game of tongue tennis.
Fifteen minutes later, they were still practically glued together, hands exploring every inch of each other's bodies, as far as they could.
Glancing at her watch, Emilia pulled back.
"It's ten past ten, we can't stay here much longer"
"Where can we go then?"
Pausing for a moment, Emilia clapped her hands together.
"The dorm room"
His eyes widened a little, realising what she was hinting at.
The two couldn't get up the stairs fast enough. Em hushed Oliver as they reached the 6th year girls dorm room.
Opening the door, slowly and silently, she checked if the coast was clear, and it was. Tiptoeing across the room, the slightly intoxicated couple headed for their target destination with the utmost care not to wake anyone on the lower floors.
Em stopped suddenly, and backtracked to the bed nearest the door, checking that she had seen right.
Lying in the bed, asleep and bathed in moonlight, were Katie and George, looking awfully happy with themselves. Em stifled a laugh and headed back towards her bed, where Oliver stood, hands behind his back, trying to look innocent.
She sat down on the bed and patted the space next to her. He obeyed, sitting down. He placed a quivering hand on her shoulder and said:
"Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?"
"Numerous times" she laughed quietly.
His eyes roamed all over her face before he blurted out.
"if you don't wanna, you know-"
She stopped him, placing a fingertip on his lips.
Hooking a finger around the bow tie he was wearing, Emilia pulled him in closer for a long, passionate kiss. While they were kissing, Emilia fumbled around for her wand and put a silencing charm on the bed.
Putting the instrument back on the bedside cabinet, she pulled Wood down on to the bed with her, where hands were exploring every inch, again. Clothes were being pulled off and tossed aside. Oliver was now as he had been when Emilia first met him, topless.
He expertly undid the clasp of her bra, sending the garment flying across the bed.
Their relationship was now developing into much more than either of them imagined it could be.
Emilia imagined Wood as being the kind of guy she could hug, kiss and hold hands with, she never imagined she'd end up having sex with him.
Once again, Oliver's hands were doing most of the work, massaging her naked skin, causing a low, almost silent moan to escape her. This spurred him on even more.
By now, both of them were completely naked and quite sweaty.
They stopped kissing for s moment, looked into each other's eyes asking 'are you sure?' and of course the answer was 'yes'. Inhibitions had been shed, just like their clothes, and they couldn't have been more ready..
A/N: Muah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha..I am now holding the end of this chapter to ransom, the price you must pay to ever see it again is.review, a lot!! | | |