Chapter 1 - Admonish Me
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Warning: This fic contains lemons and smut. Don't like, don't read.
5th Year
The motions of the carriage lulled me as I tried to sink into the velvety, cushioned seats.
"Still at it Bailey?", the voice of Fred Weasley pulls me out of my reverie as my hands sit my leaning body back up.
I can't sleep with people watching me. There's something about the vulnerability, of eyes observing the positioning of my body, a fear of unhanding the control of my own composure. Of course, this means that I'm always the last in my dorm to fall asleep and I can almost never sleep on trips.
To my further frustration, Lee and George soon follow. Normally, I would enjoy the banter with them on the carriage, but waking up from the verge of sleep leaves my skin slightly crawling. Like I'm wearing too many layers or I have been uncomfortably squished into a tight corner.
"Well - I'm going to step out boys", I sigh as I get up. They're used to this, my on and off moods where I retreat into an introverted shell and then when I switch back to a caffeinated ball of euphoria that never shuts up.
Only managing to get past a few carriages towards the lunch trolley that had long passed me, my back is pressed to a wall by a rush of taller, sixth year Hufflepuffs fawning over some kitten or other, barricading the path.
Easing to escape, I manage to edge a few steps forward, however two carriages in front of me Montague walks out flanked by his other Slytherin lankies, Flint and Matilda Evergreen.
My mind flashes back to our last encounter, before the Gryffindor and Slytherin game- shoved by Evergreen into a bathroom stall as an onslaught of snakes were slithering in from under while Flint had stolen my wand during Ancient Runes the period prior. If it weren't for Fred and George knowing I wouldn't skip practice, Wood wouldn't have sent Angelina and Katie to find me.
My heartbeat on edge, I think about edging back into the swarm of Hufflepuffs but they're already moving too far behind for me to not stand out among the black and yellow ties.
Acting on their own accord my hands open the door my back is pressed against and I slip in backwards, shutting the door in front of me.
Turning around to assess the occupants of the carriage, I sigh in relief observing it to be empty except for some scattered luggage and one large pile in the corner.
Realising I've found a place to snooze for a while, I ward the door for better measure and retract to a corner to lean on a window.
Just as my head hits the glass pane, a sudden shuffling has my eyes opening wide. The pile in the corner, or what I had stupidly assumed was a pile of belongings, to my horror appears to be a person with a cloak thrown over them.
"Uhm-", I attempt coughing to catch their attention but it catches in my throat when I see a wave of red hair and horn rimmed glasses placed on a freckled face.
My throat is dry.
There is a jumper snug around his shoulders and pinned over it is a badge. Head Boy.
Percy Weasley removes his glasses for a second, rubbing his eyes, before stretching his arms upwards.
He stops mid stretch, angling his head in my direction.
"Bailey?", his eyebrows perk up into a question. I am stock still.
It's odd, to see those eyebrows not scrunched in annoyance. It was bad enough that I had rushed in here at this time- and now I was alone with the boy my friends had been hell bent on tormenting since first year. Fred and George's older brother.
"Uh- I - uh- I was looking for somewhere quiet-", I manage to sputter out, my eyes looking down, hands fumbling themselves to be positioned under my thighs before he interrupts.
"This is the Prefects' Carriage", he states matter-of-factly. "You're not allowed to be in here"
I don't reply, instead turning my eyes out the window at the evening sky.
"That's 5 points from Gryffindor"
"What? You can't do that", I turn to face him, almost jumping out of my seat in fury. Who does he think he is?
"I can", he states, not bothering to start an argument, his chin slightly raised. There it was. The slight rise in the eyebrows- the annoyance.
Standing up with a sigh I get to the door, except, when I reach it- the latch doesn't unlock. Recalling that I had warded it, I attempt unwarding the door, only to find that it still won't budge.
"Move Bailey", he groans. I wish he'd groan my first name too.
As I step aside, he pulls at the door, except it doesn't open for him either. The veins on his hand stand out in the contrast of the evening light in the carriage. I imagine what they'd feel like holding my hands.
Sighing in frustration, he pulls out his wand.
"Alohomora", he speaks as the end of the wand glows gold. He lets out another sigh. The sighing gets to my head.
"Can you stop sighing?", I ask, sitting down, realising that we're probably not getting out of here anytime soon.
"Did you ward the door?", he asks, his voice slipping an octave lower. It's almost like a growl. He doesn't need to raise his voice to tell me his mad.
"No-", I begin but I think better of the lie and admonish my statement. "I mean, yes- but I unwarded it just then"
"Ten points from Gryffindor", he stares down at me, dark eyes boring into mine, lips straightening into a thin line. I imagine those lips slightly open,breathing heavy.
He slumps back in the seat before me, my eyes falling to the opening of his collar before the jumper, his Adam's apple moving as he swallows. My cloak suddenly feels heavy on my body, my bra - too tightly strapped.
"Its probably Montague and his lot locking you in", he states, to my shock.
"How did you-"
"I was your House Prefect Bailey-"
"Then why didn't you-"
"Because I had no proof-"
"But then how did you-"
"I saw you", he says, his voice finally calm. I swallow.
"I saw you that night, in the common room, shivering", he looks away this time as I try to meet his eyes. "They had no right"
His eyes are warm, even though they're looking away from me. Moved, I lean forward.
"What are you doing?", he's eyebrows scrunch again. I sigh this time, leaning back.
As he closes his eyes I imagine what it would be like if those lips brushed against mine.
Leaning forward, my hand rests on his knee. He opens his eyes in a question.
"Bailey- what-", he begins asking but is cut off when my hands reach for the sides of his chiselled face.
"Can I kiss you?", I ask, something coiling inside me. All shame and pent up frustration letting loose.
When he doesn't say anything, my hands drop themselves swiftly. My face warms up as I close my eyes, elids brimming with tears. I'm not one to cry over a guy. Hell, I'm not one to cry out of embarrassment.
I feel a slight brushing on my lips as I open my eyes, finding his face close to mine, his thumb caressing my bottom lip, as the rest of his right palm cups the side of my face.
I don;t look him in the eyes but my hands reach for his neck just in time for him to pull his lips to mine. They brush lightly, as if seeking permission.
He presses his lips to mine and I am undone as I lean off my seat onto his knees, my hands moving from his neck to his hair.
I am the first to part my lips, only to have his teeth graze mine, his tongue slipping in.
As I lean further into him, his other hand, that was at my side, holding me steady slips under the side of my shirt.
I am on fire and unable to take it, I break the kiss to pull off my shirt. As his eyes fall on my black bra, my nipples harden. I don't know if its the cold or the way his eyes darken.
"Bailey", he growls.
I lean into him more, my legs straddling him.
"It's Anika", I admonish, my hands reaching for his face only to have the finely carved veins grab my wrists.
"Bailey", he growls again.
"Bailey", Percy's voice wakes me up.
"We're here", he amonishes me.
My face is hot from my dream and so I turn away. Outside the train, it's dark with littering lanterns and the bustle of first years stepping off.
Someone knocks loudly on the carriage door.
"Percy!", the shrill voice of Penelope Clearwater, the Head Girl, makes its way in. "We're going to be late!"
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