Welcome to the eighth chapter! All Harry Potter characters are owned by J K Rowling. Grace belongs to Grace, one of the authors of this fic, and Katie belongs to Katie, the other author. Tam belongs to herself. The plot belongs to Grace and Katie, and this story is still dedicated to Tam who's moved far far away from us *sniffles* we miss you Tam!
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Chapter Eight - 'Spethial' Quidditch Lesson
"Here, these should fit you." Oliver said, handing Katie a pair of spare Gryffindor Quidditch robes.
They were in the Gryffindor change room and Oliver had just reached up and taken down a pair of spare robes from a high shelf. "I'll be outside, so hurry up while you get changed, Quidditch waits for no one, you know."
A minute later, Katie joined Oliver outside where he was re-positioning the twigs on the end of his broom. Katie cleared her throat and Oliver looked up. "Fit okay?"
"They're a teeny bit loose, but I'll live." She replied, mucking up some of the twigs.
Oliver looked murderous for a second, then composed himself by breathing deeply, and hastily straightened the twigs again. "Right," he held the broom up in front of Katie's nose. "This is a broomstick. You fly on it. Now, repeat after me: Broomsticks are for flyyying… Broomsticks are for flying…"
"I am not that stuuupid." Katie said, in the same tone Oliver had used. "So do I get to fly the thing, or what?"
"Okay, okay, I was going to teach you that after you mastered the composition of the broomstick, the theory behind its magic, and the different makes of brooms. But we'll just move ahead, then if you want."
He handed his prized broom over and Katie took it excitedly.
"Right, now you mount it and kick off hard. That should get you into the air."
Katie did as Oliver said and suddenly found herself being pulled upwards into the air. "Look at me and my bad self!" she cried, zooming around the pitch. "Oh yeah! This is what I'm talkin' about!"
"Watch out for the stands!" Oliver yelled up to her. "You might break the broom! …And yourself!" he added hurriedly.
Up in the air, Katie was having a wonderful time. Every so often, she would fly head on to a solid object and then swerve quickly out of the way, to Oliver's great frustration. He disappeared for a moment, came back with a wooden crate, and after a few minutes he called up to her. "Katie, I'm getting out a ball called a 'Quaffle'."
Katie looked back down at the ground to him as he held it up to show her.
"It's this large red one. You circle me on the broom, and I'll throw it in the air at various angels and heights. You just catch it and throw it back, got that Katie?"
That accent…damn I'm going to fall off if I listen to that much longer…damn he's fine! Katie thought dreamily.
"Katie!!! You listening to me?" Oliver called out, snapping her out of her dream like state.
"Course I am!" She called back. "Listening to you more carefully then you'd know…sexy…accent…damn…" she murmured a bit quieter to herself.
"What was that?" he asked her softly as she jumped slightly. She'd hardly noticed that she'd drifted closer to him then she'd realised, and was at about shoulder level with him, only a few meters away, and had probably heard every word that she'd said.
"Well…anyway…" Katie cleared her throat, clearly embarrassed. "Back to training…" She circled Oliver on the broom as he threw the red Quaffle away from him in all directions. A couple of catches were missed due to positioning and speed, but more often than not, Katie caught the scarlet ball. Fifteen minutes later, as Katie was anticipating another throw from Oliver; he suddenly stopped and tucked the ball under his arm. "What's going on?" she called down to him and saw he was looking at something a few metres away with a scowl. Turning her head to look in the same direction, she saw Draco Malfoy step onto the pitch, followed closely by Tam.
"And what do you think you're doing, Malfoy?" Oliver interrogated, striding forward to meet him. Katie followed in the air and held the broom steady just above them. She shot Tam a quizzical look who shrugged in return.
"It's not against the law to use the pitch to practise, Wood. I'm just giving Tamara here a few lessons." Draco sneered back. "On my Nimbus 2001." He added.
"Well it's very apparent that I'm using the pitch this afternoon to show Katie a thing or two about flying." Oliver said. "You should be in class anyway."
Draco scoffed. "Don't give me load, Wood. Obviously, if I wasn't allowed to be here, I wouldn't. Professor Snape knows I won't be joining him in class today, and Tamara doesn't mind missing Care of Magical Creatures, do you Tam?"
Tam made a muffled noise and shook her head.
"This'll do her more good than being stuck for an hour and half with that big lump Hagrid." said Draco, looking down with disgust at Hagrid's cabin where Tam's classmates were learning about Augury's.
Katie reached down quite easily and smacked Draco across his pale head. He looked up at her fiercely.
"Sorry." She said casually. "My arm slipped."
"You just better make sure my wand doesn't slip next time, Gryffindor." He shot, smoothing his hair back.
"She has a name, Malfoy." Wood said. "Use it next time or don't bother speaking to her at all. Now if you really must, go and use the other half of the pitch and let us be."
"My pleasure," Draco scorned. "At least over there, we can't see your great ugly face as clearly." And he took Tam by the wrist and left Katie and Oliver. Tam waved goodbye, and Katie returned the wave before Oliver continued to throw the Quaffle for Katie again, only this time, Katie noticed he flung it with much more force. She caught it and instead if returning it to him, she chucked it at Malfoy's retreating back and it hit the back of his head. Hard. He spun around, pulled out his wand, pointed it furiously at Katie and used a hurling hex. The broom bucked wildly and tossed Katie off with a jerk causing her fall four metres to the ground and hit it with a sickening thud.
"Serves you right, Gryffindor!" Draco yelled as Tam and Oliver rushed to Katie's side.
"Katie?!?" Tam asked, shaking her fallen friend.
"Don't move her! She might've fractured her spine!" Oliver exclaimed worriedly, exaggerating as always.
Katie stirred slightly, murmuring as she fidgeted.
"…damn Oliver's 'dorable…" she clearly stated suddenly in a mist of muffled murmurings.
Oliver blushed and looked away, pretending to make sure Draco wasn't destroying his broom which had skirted to the ground several meters away, while Tam giggled and tried again to rouse her friend.
"Tamara!" Draco called, starting to walk over, his green robes catching around his legs. He always wore his Slytherin Quidditch robes to show off that he was, in fact, on the team.
Tam looked up. "You knocked out my friend!"
Draco rolled his eyes. "Mudblood deserved it."
"She's a pure blood Malfoy, not that it makes any difference anyway." Oliver replied angrily.
Tam glared up at Draco. "So you still think that blood makes the diversity?" she asked, her voice betraying her and showing some hurt.
"Hey...? Wait, no. No Tam…" he immediately stepped closer to her, reaching out. "C'mere …" he said softly, pulling her close. It would have been a nice moment, but then Tam tripped on Draco's fallen broom. Then it was a nice moment again, because, to both their pleasure, she fell into his arms. "I don't care about whatever blood you have Tam…all that matters to me is…you…" Draco said softly, brushing her hair out of her face tenderly as he continued to hold her gently.
Tam blushed as her sea green eyes gazed into his deep blue windows into his true self, and their lips met, sealing their relationship. Oliver slightly raised an eyebrow and looked away. "Accio broom…" he commanded quietly, bringing his broom to his side, and then he looked down at Katie again, shaking her gently.
"C'mon Katie, wake up…" he spoke, still quiet as Draco and Tam continued to be…intimate…
Katie slightly stirred again, and then slowly opened her eyes.
"…Mmmm…Hi Oliver…" she smiled sleepily, as if she'd just woken up. "What happene-…oh my god…!" Katie exclaimed as she saw Draco and Tamara. "Wooooo! Go Tamara!!!"
Even Katie's voice didn't separate them.
"Draco hexed my broom and it flipped you off…you hit the ground pretty hard…you were unconscious for a while…" Oliver described. "You look fine though…don't think any lasting damage has happened…" he added, running his fingers over the back of her head gently, checking for bumps or cuts, making Katie blush again.
"And I guess I said stuff while I was out of it…?" she asked, glancing over at Draco and Tam, who'd finally finishing their tongue locking, and were now gazing dreamily into each others eyes.
"Uhhh…yeah…how'd you know?" Oliver inquired.
Katie shrugged, struggling to sit up, and only managing to do so after Oliver pulled her up gently and moved her to rest against him.
"I always do when I get knocked out…it's happened a few times before…and I'm always a bit weak for a while after too…sorry…" Katie said hesitantly.
"Hey…it's alright…" Oliver answered awkwardly, resting his hand on her shoulder. Katie looked up at Tam again to see her walking off with Draco to the other side of the pitch, hand in hand, Draco giving her half shy, half blissful glances every so often.
"My broom is okay…so it's all good…" Oliver added.
Katie chuckled. "Is Quidditch the only thing you think about Oliver?" she asked in amusement, her golden brown eyes searching his own as if for the answer.
"Well…no…" he relied delicately, as if tip toeing around something fragile. He glanced around them uncertainly, checking where everything was. Broom was still by his side. Quaffle was a few feet away but still close enough. Box full of other Quidditch stuff was now with Tamara and Draco, who was holding each ball up to her, smiling, his hand over her own as he placed them each in her hands.
"So what else do you like then…?" Katie asked softly, her Australian accent making him snap out of his contemplation.
He looked back down at her, her blonde streaked brunette hair half up half down over the collar of the spare Gryffindor Quidditch robes, her inquisitive eyes watching his carefully, her lips arched into a small bright, half teasing smile as she watched him in depth.
"Because…I well…I like you…quite a bit…if I haven't made it obvious enough already…" Katie added almost inaudibly, as she blushed deeply, her eyes now on the soft-as-velvet looking bluey-black jumper Oliver was wearing at the moment.
"I noticed…" Oliver laughed quietly, as he rearranged his arms around her, hugging her thoughtfully before resting his forehead against the side of her head fondly.
"And…just so you know…I like you too…" he told her softly, kissing her forehead gently as he smiled an affectionate smile.
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Draco brushed some hair out of Tam's eyes and smiled devilishly. "Are you up to date with all your homework? Or do you need some help? Because after this we could have a study session…study date?"
Tam smiled, looking amused. "Like…as a date maybe?"
"Sure. Anywhere you want, no interruptions. We'll get your homework out of the way, and then we've got the rest of the night to do what we like." Draco promised, his mind already working at what treats he could get out of the easily manipulated house elves in the kitchens. They didn't even have to be manipulated. Whenever he walked in there he was always pilled down with his favourite cakes and savoury snacks.
"That sounds marvellous Draco…" Tam smiled as his fingers interweaved with hers gently.
Draco smiled back, fixing the Golden Snitch back into the case.
"Want to go back now then? Your little friend and Quidditch-obsessed-Wood might want to use the equipment." He asked, gesturing over at Oliver and Katie.
Tam glanced over at them, hiding a snicker as she saw Oliver kiss her friend gently, knowing how much Katie adored him.
"Sure. Where are we going to study though?" Tam asked as Draco picked up the Quidditch equipment case in one hand, and takes hers in his other.
"You're choice my sweet. But I'd suggest my dorm or yours…" he grinned his sexy devilish good smile again as they started their walk back to Oliver and Katie.
Tam squeezed his hand lightly. "Even though it's not allowed?"
"That's what makes it fun! Oh and…the whole being with you of course…" Draco blushed slightly as he messed up his words.
"Oh yeah, sure, sure." Tam teased, making her voice sound hurt.
Draco paused slightly to gently kick the Quaffle closer to Oliver's broom, and placed the Quidditch case next to it, too wrapped up in his newfound devotion to bother with being a nuisance.
"You know I didn't mean it like that pet…you know what I meant, right?" he asked sweetly, trying to win her over with his charm.
She poked him. "So you just want to break the rules by being in my dorm or taking me to yours. You don't want to help me with my homework at all!" Tam accused, still smiling in her mind as she teased him good naturally.
"Of course I don't…I only want to do this…" Draco trailed off as he pulled Tam into another soul melting kiss.
After a few seconds that seemed like heaven to Tam, she heard "Oh take it inside or at least out of eyeshot you two!!!" from a voice that sounded suspiciously like Katie's.
Tam and Draco parted grudgingly to glare at her.
"Rule 14 Tam!" Katie reminded her of their old school's rules. (And we state, Rule 14: Intimate physical contact between students is not acceptable within the school environment or whilst in the school's uniform. It's only the rule that gets broken the most.)
"Like you can talk!" Tam retorted, using her hand that was merged with Draco's to point at Katie still resting in Oliver's embrace, making both of them blush slightly.
"Yeah Katie! Like we can talk!" Oliver poked her before matching his lips with hers gently with affection.
Tam sighed with a grin as she turned back to Draco. "Want to continue your…uhmm…homework…in my dorm? No one else will be there, since they're still in classes…" Draco offered.
"Sounds good to me." Tam replied cheerfully, and they both departed the Quidditch Pitch to make their way to the Slytherin Dorms.
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Chapter Eight - 'Spethial' Quidditch Lesson
"Here, these should fit you." Oliver said, handing Katie a pair of spare Gryffindor Quidditch robes.
They were in the Gryffindor change room and Oliver had just reached up and taken down a pair of spare robes from a high shelf. "I'll be outside, so hurry up while you get changed, Quidditch waits for no one, you know."
A minute later, Katie joined Oliver outside where he was re-positioning the twigs on the end of his broom. Katie cleared her throat and Oliver looked up. "Fit okay?"
"They're a teeny bit loose, but I'll live." She replied, mucking up some of the twigs.
Oliver looked murderous for a second, then composed himself by breathing deeply, and hastily straightened the twigs again. "Right," he held the broom up in front of Katie's nose. "This is a broomstick. You fly on it. Now, repeat after me: Broomsticks are for flyyying… Broomsticks are for flying…"
"I am not that stuuupid." Katie said, in the same tone Oliver had used. "So do I get to fly the thing, or what?"
"Okay, okay, I was going to teach you that after you mastered the composition of the broomstick, the theory behind its magic, and the different makes of brooms. But we'll just move ahead, then if you want."
He handed his prized broom over and Katie took it excitedly.
"Right, now you mount it and kick off hard. That should get you into the air."
Katie did as Oliver said and suddenly found herself being pulled upwards into the air. "Look at me and my bad self!" she cried, zooming around the pitch. "Oh yeah! This is what I'm talkin' about!"
"Watch out for the stands!" Oliver yelled up to her. "You might break the broom! …And yourself!" he added hurriedly.
Up in the air, Katie was having a wonderful time. Every so often, she would fly head on to a solid object and then swerve quickly out of the way, to Oliver's great frustration. He disappeared for a moment, came back with a wooden crate, and after a few minutes he called up to her. "Katie, I'm getting out a ball called a 'Quaffle'."
Katie looked back down at the ground to him as he held it up to show her.
"It's this large red one. You circle me on the broom, and I'll throw it in the air at various angels and heights. You just catch it and throw it back, got that Katie?"
That accent…damn I'm going to fall off if I listen to that much longer…damn he's fine! Katie thought dreamily.
"Katie!!! You listening to me?" Oliver called out, snapping her out of her dream like state.
"Course I am!" She called back. "Listening to you more carefully then you'd know…sexy…accent…damn…" she murmured a bit quieter to herself.
"What was that?" he asked her softly as she jumped slightly. She'd hardly noticed that she'd drifted closer to him then she'd realised, and was at about shoulder level with him, only a few meters away, and had probably heard every word that she'd said.
"Well…anyway…" Katie cleared her throat, clearly embarrassed. "Back to training…" She circled Oliver on the broom as he threw the red Quaffle away from him in all directions. A couple of catches were missed due to positioning and speed, but more often than not, Katie caught the scarlet ball. Fifteen minutes later, as Katie was anticipating another throw from Oliver; he suddenly stopped and tucked the ball under his arm. "What's going on?" she called down to him and saw he was looking at something a few metres away with a scowl. Turning her head to look in the same direction, she saw Draco Malfoy step onto the pitch, followed closely by Tam.
"And what do you think you're doing, Malfoy?" Oliver interrogated, striding forward to meet him. Katie followed in the air and held the broom steady just above them. She shot Tam a quizzical look who shrugged in return.
"It's not against the law to use the pitch to practise, Wood. I'm just giving Tamara here a few lessons." Draco sneered back. "On my Nimbus 2001." He added.
"Well it's very apparent that I'm using the pitch this afternoon to show Katie a thing or two about flying." Oliver said. "You should be in class anyway."
Draco scoffed. "Don't give me load, Wood. Obviously, if I wasn't allowed to be here, I wouldn't. Professor Snape knows I won't be joining him in class today, and Tamara doesn't mind missing Care of Magical Creatures, do you Tam?"
Tam made a muffled noise and shook her head.
"This'll do her more good than being stuck for an hour and half with that big lump Hagrid." said Draco, looking down with disgust at Hagrid's cabin where Tam's classmates were learning about Augury's.
Katie reached down quite easily and smacked Draco across his pale head. He looked up at her fiercely.
"Sorry." She said casually. "My arm slipped."
"You just better make sure my wand doesn't slip next time, Gryffindor." He shot, smoothing his hair back.
"She has a name, Malfoy." Wood said. "Use it next time or don't bother speaking to her at all. Now if you really must, go and use the other half of the pitch and let us be."
"My pleasure," Draco scorned. "At least over there, we can't see your great ugly face as clearly." And he took Tam by the wrist and left Katie and Oliver. Tam waved goodbye, and Katie returned the wave before Oliver continued to throw the Quaffle for Katie again, only this time, Katie noticed he flung it with much more force. She caught it and instead if returning it to him, she chucked it at Malfoy's retreating back and it hit the back of his head. Hard. He spun around, pulled out his wand, pointed it furiously at Katie and used a hurling hex. The broom bucked wildly and tossed Katie off with a jerk causing her fall four metres to the ground and hit it with a sickening thud.
"Serves you right, Gryffindor!" Draco yelled as Tam and Oliver rushed to Katie's side.
"Katie?!?" Tam asked, shaking her fallen friend.
"Don't move her! She might've fractured her spine!" Oliver exclaimed worriedly, exaggerating as always.
Katie stirred slightly, murmuring as she fidgeted.
"…damn Oliver's 'dorable…" she clearly stated suddenly in a mist of muffled murmurings.
Oliver blushed and looked away, pretending to make sure Draco wasn't destroying his broom which had skirted to the ground several meters away, while Tam giggled and tried again to rouse her friend.
"Tamara!" Draco called, starting to walk over, his green robes catching around his legs. He always wore his Slytherin Quidditch robes to show off that he was, in fact, on the team.
Tam looked up. "You knocked out my friend!"
Draco rolled his eyes. "Mudblood deserved it."
"She's a pure blood Malfoy, not that it makes any difference anyway." Oliver replied angrily.
Tam glared up at Draco. "So you still think that blood makes the diversity?" she asked, her voice betraying her and showing some hurt.
"Hey...? Wait, no. No Tam…" he immediately stepped closer to her, reaching out. "C'mere …" he said softly, pulling her close. It would have been a nice moment, but then Tam tripped on Draco's fallen broom. Then it was a nice moment again, because, to both their pleasure, she fell into his arms. "I don't care about whatever blood you have Tam…all that matters to me is…you…" Draco said softly, brushing her hair out of her face tenderly as he continued to hold her gently.
Tam blushed as her sea green eyes gazed into his deep blue windows into his true self, and their lips met, sealing their relationship. Oliver slightly raised an eyebrow and looked away. "Accio broom…" he commanded quietly, bringing his broom to his side, and then he looked down at Katie again, shaking her gently.
"C'mon Katie, wake up…" he spoke, still quiet as Draco and Tam continued to be…intimate…
Katie slightly stirred again, and then slowly opened her eyes.
"…Mmmm…Hi Oliver…" she smiled sleepily, as if she'd just woken up. "What happene-…oh my god…!" Katie exclaimed as she saw Draco and Tamara. "Wooooo! Go Tamara!!!"
Even Katie's voice didn't separate them.
"Draco hexed my broom and it flipped you off…you hit the ground pretty hard…you were unconscious for a while…" Oliver described. "You look fine though…don't think any lasting damage has happened…" he added, running his fingers over the back of her head gently, checking for bumps or cuts, making Katie blush again.
"And I guess I said stuff while I was out of it…?" she asked, glancing over at Draco and Tam, who'd finally finishing their tongue locking, and were now gazing dreamily into each others eyes.
"Uhhh…yeah…how'd you know?" Oliver inquired.
Katie shrugged, struggling to sit up, and only managing to do so after Oliver pulled her up gently and moved her to rest against him.
"I always do when I get knocked out…it's happened a few times before…and I'm always a bit weak for a while after too…sorry…" Katie said hesitantly.
"Hey…it's alright…" Oliver answered awkwardly, resting his hand on her shoulder. Katie looked up at Tam again to see her walking off with Draco to the other side of the pitch, hand in hand, Draco giving her half shy, half blissful glances every so often.
"My broom is okay…so it's all good…" Oliver added.
Katie chuckled. "Is Quidditch the only thing you think about Oliver?" she asked in amusement, her golden brown eyes searching his own as if for the answer.
"Well…no…" he relied delicately, as if tip toeing around something fragile. He glanced around them uncertainly, checking where everything was. Broom was still by his side. Quaffle was a few feet away but still close enough. Box full of other Quidditch stuff was now with Tamara and Draco, who was holding each ball up to her, smiling, his hand over her own as he placed them each in her hands.
"So what else do you like then…?" Katie asked softly, her Australian accent making him snap out of his contemplation.
He looked back down at her, her blonde streaked brunette hair half up half down over the collar of the spare Gryffindor Quidditch robes, her inquisitive eyes watching his carefully, her lips arched into a small bright, half teasing smile as she watched him in depth.
"Because…I well…I like you…quite a bit…if I haven't made it obvious enough already…" Katie added almost inaudibly, as she blushed deeply, her eyes now on the soft-as-velvet looking bluey-black jumper Oliver was wearing at the moment.
"I noticed…" Oliver laughed quietly, as he rearranged his arms around her, hugging her thoughtfully before resting his forehead against the side of her head fondly.
"And…just so you know…I like you too…" he told her softly, kissing her forehead gently as he smiled an affectionate smile.
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Draco brushed some hair out of Tam's eyes and smiled devilishly. "Are you up to date with all your homework? Or do you need some help? Because after this we could have a study session…study date?"
Tam smiled, looking amused. "Like…as a date maybe?"
"Sure. Anywhere you want, no interruptions. We'll get your homework out of the way, and then we've got the rest of the night to do what we like." Draco promised, his mind already working at what treats he could get out of the easily manipulated house elves in the kitchens. They didn't even have to be manipulated. Whenever he walked in there he was always pilled down with his favourite cakes and savoury snacks.
"That sounds marvellous Draco…" Tam smiled as his fingers interweaved with hers gently.
Draco smiled back, fixing the Golden Snitch back into the case.
"Want to go back now then? Your little friend and Quidditch-obsessed-Wood might want to use the equipment." He asked, gesturing over at Oliver and Katie.
Tam glanced over at them, hiding a snicker as she saw Oliver kiss her friend gently, knowing how much Katie adored him.
"Sure. Where are we going to study though?" Tam asked as Draco picked up the Quidditch equipment case in one hand, and takes hers in his other.
"You're choice my sweet. But I'd suggest my dorm or yours…" he grinned his sexy devilish good smile again as they started their walk back to Oliver and Katie.
Tam squeezed his hand lightly. "Even though it's not allowed?"
"That's what makes it fun! Oh and…the whole being with you of course…" Draco blushed slightly as he messed up his words.
"Oh yeah, sure, sure." Tam teased, making her voice sound hurt.
Draco paused slightly to gently kick the Quaffle closer to Oliver's broom, and placed the Quidditch case next to it, too wrapped up in his newfound devotion to bother with being a nuisance.
"You know I didn't mean it like that pet…you know what I meant, right?" he asked sweetly, trying to win her over with his charm.
She poked him. "So you just want to break the rules by being in my dorm or taking me to yours. You don't want to help me with my homework at all!" Tam accused, still smiling in her mind as she teased him good naturally.
"Of course I don't…I only want to do this…" Draco trailed off as he pulled Tam into another soul melting kiss.
After a few seconds that seemed like heaven to Tam, she heard "Oh take it inside or at least out of eyeshot you two!!!" from a voice that sounded suspiciously like Katie's.
Tam and Draco parted grudgingly to glare at her.
"Rule 14 Tam!" Katie reminded her of their old school's rules. (And we state, Rule 14: Intimate physical contact between students is not acceptable within the school environment or whilst in the school's uniform. It's only the rule that gets broken the most.)
"Like you can talk!" Tam retorted, using her hand that was merged with Draco's to point at Katie still resting in Oliver's embrace, making both of them blush slightly.
"Yeah Katie! Like we can talk!" Oliver poked her before matching his lips with hers gently with affection.
Tam sighed with a grin as she turned back to Draco. "Want to continue your…uhmm…homework…in my dorm? No one else will be there, since they're still in classes…" Draco offered.
"Sounds good to me." Tam replied cheerfully, and they both departed the Quidditch Pitch to make their way to the Slytherin Dorms.
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