Chapter 32: A Moment at the Ball
Meanwhile, down in the nearly deserted Great Hall, Luna Lovegood was beginning to understand for the first time what it felt like to be flustered.
She had spent a magical night as the date of a Triwizard Champion and international Quidditch star, no less. When the Ball had first been announced, a third year like her wouldn't have had any hope to land a date unless an older student had asked her. Initially, she had been hoping that another Champion, Neville, might ask her. After all, they had become decently good mates. She'd decided not to let it bother her too much when Neville ended up asking Hermione Granger instead, for it was only natural that he would. Neville and Hermione were best mates.
Now, Luna found herself on the stair leading out of the Great Hall, the changing steps of which would eventually lead her to the Ravenclaw Common Room. Viktor had had a fit of gallantry and pleaded with her to let him escort her up to her dormitory, but she had softly, if also reluctantly, declined.
Good gracious, the Wrackspurts were practically doing somersaults in her belly as she shyly met his gaze again, nodding her head awkwardly and at a loss for anything else to say to formally end the evening. Luna could still hardly believe that such a dashing, criminally handsome man had deigned to ask out her – her! – when he could have had any girl he wanted across all three schools. When ladies had been throwing themselves at him for the better part of four months since the Tournament opened.
She finally cleared her throat, somehow managing to keep the timbre in her voice light and chirpy – in other words, normal, at least for her. "I had quite a lovely time, Viktor Krum," she cheeped, adhering to her quirk of sometimes greeting/addressing people by their full name.
Viktor merely tilted his head as he took her in, the same expression of wonder on his face with which he had looked at her all evening. Or ever since they had met, the day he had placed his name into the Goblet for the Tournament. Luna pursed her lips in a weak smile and held out her hand to shake. The prospect of evening a friendly hug goodnight caused the Wrackspurts to move inside her belly and worse still, Nargles to place mad thoughts in her head.
"In my country, ve do not touch palms to say goodbye," Viktor finally spoke. "Ve touch lips. Like this." So saying, he suddenly took Luna in his arms and sweepingly dipped her back, before sealing his mouth over hers in a thoroughly passionate kiss.
Luna gasped in astonishment against Viktor's plundering mouth, stunned beyond all comprehension, even far past the point when he had lifted her out of the dip and released her.
"It is how ve in Bulgaria say goodbye and goodnight. Do you like it?" Viktor grinned smolderingly. "Do you like it?" Burly arms stealing about Luna's waist, he pulled her close and kissed her again deeply, until the Nargles began making Luna lose her head and she forgot herself. It was with great effort that she came up for air, thunderstruck that this handsome man would want to kiss her. Snog her, even, for she had heard people deem really heavy kissing like this as snogging.
"This is…. this is insane!" she gasped, breathless. "Ridiculous! What am I doing here? I'm in the wrong story!" Then she shocked herself by looping her arms about Viktor's neck and pulling his face down to hers so she could gallingly kiss him back.
Viktor looked simply delighted that she had returned his kiss. "Yes. It is…. how do you say, insane. Zat does not make it vrong! We must meet this moment or forever miss it. So kiss me, my flower!" So saying, he swept Luna off her feet and carried her off and away, kissing her breathless once more until Luna's lips were pressing just as deeply into his. She swooned and wound her limbs about his shoulders as he carried her out into the darkened, deserted courtyard where many of the Bueaxbaton's carriages remained parked….
No one disturbed the carriages of the Beauxbatons delegation, sitting seemingly vacant in the small stone courtyard cornered off of the Great Hall. The oil lanterns were all that still burned or let in light, perched on sconces on either side of the carriages. By the light of one of these, a silky hand suddenly reached up to slap the glass of one carriage window before it slid away, leaving a dewey print.
Steam condensed inside the carriage had added to the sheer heat Luna had felt as Viktor had continued to teach her the ways of passion, first by kissing her, then by undressing her, and then by taking her inside this carriage until he and she were both making love. She could only gasp and moan as Viktor's talented mouth sealed around the budding purple mounds of her nipples. His breath was heavy on her breast, between her developing cleavage as he moved furiously between her splayed legs.
"Huhhhh….. Uhhhhh… Ermmmmmm… Ugghhhhh… Hmmmmm….. Vik-Viktor…." Luna could only make barely intelligible sounds in between heady kisses. Viktor merely grunted and thrust into her recently shattered virgin sex faster. "I…. I think I'm going to….. Ohhhhh… OHHHHHHH…. OHHHHHHHHHH!"
She came with a cry of shocked delight, drawing her new lover close in a sweaty haze. She was dazed, delirious at the pleasure (after some initial pain) this man had brought to her.
Viktor and Luna's shagging and bouncing against each other was eventually so vicious, their sprawled, entangled bodies eventually rolled out of the carriage and onto the cobblestones. Straddling her, cloaked in the shadows of the carriage, Viktor continued to pound Luna into the masonry until eventually, when he finally pulled out of her, she was hardly able to stand on her shaking legs, let alone able to walk. Her lips were swollen and still tingling from his spine-melting kisses.
"I must bid you farewell for now," Viktor announced, as if he and Luna just hadn't conducted wild sex. Collecting himself, he took Luna's hand, stooped and brushed his lips along her cheek. "I vill never forget how alive you have made me feel, Looney."
It was a mispronunciation of her name – Luna – but unlike when others said it, there was no malice or cruelty behind it. For bashful Viktor's part, the bungling seemed quite sincere as he seemed quite intent on learning to correctly say her name in earnest. At least he wasn't trying to pronounce something more complicated like, say, Hermione.
Luna only nodded dumbly, watching as her new paramour disappeared into the darkness. Left alone, she finally breathed out in stupefied, giddy shock:
"What was that?"
She could do nothing further accept conduct the walk of shame up several flights of Hogwarts stairs back to the Ravenclaw Common Room, as she clearly felt the blood and crust of dried semen staining the inside of her thighs and in the now aching space between her legs.
At the loss of virginity, Luna could only conclude that it had nice enough, even if not entirely what she had been expecting. Even so, the Nargles in her brain were going plumb daffy, elated that she had achieved her first experience of sleeping with a man. Their machinations left no room for Luna to think besides wondering when she would next see her handsome Bulgarian lover again.
If Severus had been more thorough in his job, he might not have knocked off so early following the Yule Ball. He might have hung back in the Great Hall, making patrol rounds in the corridor, to see that no magical babies were conceived by horny teenagers from a lack of foresight.
But honestly, who performed their job well on Christmas Eve, one of the holiest holidays of the year? Besides…. He had a date tonight, and he mustn't be late for it. By the time he had left the Ball and vanished into the snow flurries swirling about the castle, he was already running a little behind as it was.
He had to sneak into the Ward again, as night owl shift had already commenced by the time he arrived. He found Lily waiting up for him, sitting up in her cot, her auburn curls done up in ringlets. She smiled brightly when she saw him, flinging back the covers and clambering out of bed.
Severus couldn't help but smile softly at her. "Miss Lillian, you're late!"
Her hazel eyes sparkled. "Au contraire, it would appear it is you who are late! You said half past eight, and it's now nearly a quarter to midnight!"
Severus's grin – one reserved just for her – only broadened. It was encouraging beyond words to see how her short-term memory was improving by leaps and bounds, enough that she clearly remembered the instructions he had laid out for her when he left last night. The long-term memory was what still needed work.
Pulling out his wand, Severus murmured an incantation and a beaming Lily giggled as she watched her hospital gown transform into a beautiful ball gown, the green matching the shade of her irises perfectly. Stepping into him almost shyly, she reached around Severus to flick at the edge of his suit jacket.
"You're wearing a waistcoat! With tails!" she giggled, teasingly.
With anyone else, he might have scowled, if he didn't hex them first. Instead, his smile turned sheepish, as he awkwardly cleared his throat. "Yes, well…. dress codes are always rather balderdash for these events. There was an event tonight at the castle."
"That's right, you're a teacher!" Lily remembered.
"Not tonight, I'm not. Now, madam: …. May I have the pleasure of the first dance?" He bowed low.
Lily giggled brightly, her smile twinkling like stars, and she curtsied. Severus felt the temperature in this room rise by a few degrees as he took this gorgeous woman in his arms. Lily smirked bemusedly at him, even as they began a competent, slow waltz.
The graceful dance soon took on an intimateness bordering on almost sultry, yet still tender. Severus was now dancing cheek to cheek with his Lillian, her back pulled tight into his chest as she leaned against him and they merely swayed together in each other's arms, their feet hardly moving any longer.
His lips were so temptingly close to hers that Severus knew he could turn her face to his and kiss her mouth before she even had time to utter a word. Her smart little buttocks was pressed up against where his cock was now stiff and aching in his trousers. It would be almost too easy to hike up her skirts, free his cock and shove it between her pretty little arse cheeks. It made him tremble to know that he could brace her against the wall and thrust into her until she would no longer be able to walk, much less dance with him, and that he had all the power to dominate her. Fuck her, shag her and all in a way that no one might hear her scream and cry out.
Severus had to wrestle down such beastly temptation, remembering the words Dumbledore had told him oh so long ago. His warning. As much as he lusted for the beautiful witch now humming and swaying in his embrace, he also loved her too much to take advantage of her so brazenly.
Which is why, when he finally departed and thanked her for the dance, he did not gather his courage and at least kiss her goodnight on the mouth, preferring to press his lips to the back of her hand instead, the way a gentleman would bid goodnight to his lady love.