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The sex scene was weird. Didn't know how much to put in/leave out.
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Chapter Five
She wished she could just leave.
Classes had become hell on earth, and the only thing she was looking forward to was Christmas, which was three weeks away. Although it was a depressing holiday for her, it was better than hanging around this atrocious school and going to classes with Slytherins who had, for the past two months, been cozying up to her as much as possible.
The only thing Brynn had anymore were fun memories. She leaned back in her chair and thought of Oliver...
She and Oliver had been dating for two months—since October—but they really weren't able to openly express their affection for each other. As far as Brynn knew, not even Dumbledore knew about their relationship. Everything was being kept to a minimum: Hogsmeade weekends Oliver would come to her classroom and then they would go to her personal apartment-type space. There they had privacy and were able to do whatever they pleased—and whatever was pleasing—until the Hogsmeade students were to arrive in a half- hour's time, at which point she and Oliver would kiss goodbye, and he would continue on to his common room.
The day school was being let out for Christmas holidays, the school was crackling with the electricity of hundreds of students waiting to blow off their homework for three weeks. In accordance with a rule made especially for the Weasley twins, all professors were ordered to stand outside their classroom doors during passing periods, so that perhaps the ruckus would be kept to a minimum.
Brynn saw Oliver coming from a distance, but didn't think much of it...why should she? But as he drew close, she saw him point his wand above her head and she grew suspicious, especially as her corridor was the most crowded in the school at this time of day.
He stepped up to her and nodded at the spot above her head, where mistletoe had appeared, then leaned over and gave her quite possibly the most dramatic kiss she'd ever received: he rammed his tongue down her throat and dipped her backward.
When he released her, he began walking away backwards, then loudly declared: "Professor Flatley, all I want for Christmas is you!"
Brynn's jaw hung open until passing period ended. Surely Oliver had thought through the consequences. Maybe not. She didn't know. But the reality was that even if Oliver hadn't thought of the consequences to his action, the whole school would surely know about it by the feast tonight...Hopefully, she prayed, most of the students will have gone home early.
Not a chance. She walked into the Great Hall to be faced with rousing renditions of "Professor and Oliver sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G..." from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables, "Professor and Oliver sitting in a tree, S- C-R-E-W-I-N-G..." from the Slytherins, and a loud round of applause from the Gryffindors. The mixed emotions flying in the air hadn't prepared her for how to respond; thinking that really no response at all would be quite lovely, but as she didn't know how to manage that, she just smiled at everyone shyly and headed to the staff table, where she was quite sure Dumbledore gave her a small wink.
"Oliver!" she hissed later that night as he sauntered into her bedroom, removing his school robes and looking quite smitten with himself. "I hope you're happy!"
He smiled widely. "I am! Never been happier."
He put his arms around her waist and began kissing her neck...loud, annoying kisses at first, but after she'd stopped swatting him for kissing her in public, they turned passionate and hungry as he made his way back up her body to her mouth.
"I've missed you," he groaned as he continued kissing, moving his hands to unbuckle her belt.
"We were together last night," she sighed as he kissed along her panty line.
"It seems like forever."
A small moan escaped her mouth as he slipped off his boxers and pushed into her. It didn't matter how many times they'd done this before: each time was new and better, and just merely him entering her made her squirm.
She clawed his back and he groaned into her neck, bucking her hips to his rhythm.
He moaned loudly and she hushed him. "Oliver, you know McGonagall is next door..."
"So...ooooooooooh..."
"She'll...oooh...after what you did...............and besides, you're........."
"I...oooooh God...."
They came together as her hands clamped his torso and he ran his hands through her silky hair, and he spilled into her, making her shriek with pleasure.
"I've never felt like this about any other girl," he panted, his exquisite Quidditch form holding her tight and stroking her cheek. "I really think I'm in love with you."
"I think it's just great sex, Oliver."
"No, I think we can make it, really..."
"Lemme sleep on it, baby, baby," she sang as she cuddled closer to him. "Lemme sleep on it, I'll give you an answer in the morning..."
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Oliver was absolutely perfect, and although Brynn was hesitant to become involved in a serious relationship, she sometimes thought that she and Oliver really could have made it if they wanted to. They were, in essence, perfect in their imperfections. In fact, though she hated to admit it, she realized that she and Oliver had made a much better match than Sirius and she. It wasn't just the fact that Sirius could never leave the house—that was the obvious reason. Really, though, she and Oliver were able to communicate so well to each other, and many times they could finish each other's sentences.
Brynn attributed it to the fact that Oliver had been more exposed to Muggles, and he was a very academic person. He loved to read as much as Brynn did, and, surprisingly, when she told him about her lovely Jaguar he began asking her questions about it, knowing what it was.
The truth was, she missed Oliver a bit...but she didn't know if it could work now. She'd heard from some students that he had a new girlfriend, though Brynn didn't know if it was the truth or not. She hoped it wasn't. What are you thinking?! She yelled at herself and hit her hand.
Why am I irreversibly fucked up?
The truth was, Brynn was slowly beginning to get over Sirius (and maybe not so slowly. More like a speeding bullet.). The second truth was, most of the things the Slytherins had said were true: she really had had a lot of boyfriends, but she really hadn't slept with all of them. Some, actually, were mere acquaintances, and she'd never intended anyone to think that they were her boyfriends.
Percy Weasley had been her biggest mistake (other than Bagpipe Man). He was so pompous, and really, that was the only word adequate enough to describe him. She'd really thought she'd give him something to remember the night of the Yule Ball, but in truth all he'd wanted to do was talk about himself, his job, and his new apartment. It drove Brynn crazy, and she went off on him for being a "selfish prick." She'd run out into the fairy gardens and found Charlie Weasley sitting by the pond.
As Brynn had already planned a fun-filled evening for herself, and she'd worn her skimpiest knickers, she sat down next to Charlie, who was an old friend, and began to chat with him. So basically, what the Slytherins had said was true: she'd walked back into the castle and Charlie quite kindly (and willingly) escorted her back to her room, where he joined her for the evening.
And it was FANTASIC!!!!!!!! she yelled at the Slytherins silently.
She sat and wished that she could use her DVD player and television on Hogwarts grounds, because she missed watching Cruel Intentions on the weekends when she had nothing else to do.
Ho hum, pig's bum, she sang to herself. It commingled with Sirius's voice singing "I hope you don't mind that I wrote down in words how wonderful life is with you in the world..."
Brynn laughed as she thought of his atrocious singing voice, which reminded her of a field trip she would be taking her Muggle Studies classes (including Muggle Literature classes) on the day before Christmas break. They were to go to a small rented out pub in Muggle attire, Which means absolutely no wands! she declared to her classes, and reminded them that if Lord Voldemort were to appear from the woodwork that she was still currently a practicing Auror. This seemed to raise their spirits.
The class would be eating a Muggle meal, singing karaoke, and dancing. Brynn had hoped they would be able to see a Muggle movie before the dinner, but Dumbledore was uneasy about the students being out of school grounds for such a long time period.
Brynn was hoping Draco would sit with her—this was the strangest yet most lucid thought she'd had all day. The fact was Draco had changed completely. He was the kindest student she'd ever had in class, and, surprisingly, was helping students with pronunciation and grammar when as early as last term he had ridiculed them before the entire class.
What bothered Brynn now was the fact that Draco, most contrary to his fellow Slytherins, had moved further away from her these last few weeks, when before he'd stop after class to ask questions about the assignments and reading. She didn't know what change had come over him, but she really didn't like it. Really, she had grown used to and even looked forward to his presence.
She turned back to her class agenda for all Muggle-related classes. The thought had crossed her mind to throw the students a large party just after they came back from the Christmas holidays, but she wasn't sure yet. The Muggle outing would be sufficient until possibly Valentine's Day.
Oooh, Valentine's Day would be great for the dance, she thought, and marked it down. Make a note to tell your classes to find dates and Muggle attire before then.
With all her schoolwork completed, Brynn stood up, smoothed her jeans and shirt, and walked down to the Great Hall to partake of one of the house elves' fabulous dinner feasts.