I don't own HP or the expanding universe, I just like to make castles in the sandbox. FYI, this gets kinda graphic, not full lemon, but still, graphic. Anyway, Read on.

Shopping

December
Hogsmeade Weekend before the ball
6th year
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"Hey, d'you want to go shopping with me…?" Leili hedged. Originally she was going to go with Jo but Jo was busy, so she asked Oliver.

"I'd love to," he said, watching her grin around the thumbnail she'd absentmindedly stuck between her teeth, she wasn't really biting it, it was just there.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Ok. Well, come on then," she spun on her heel and headed off towards Hogsmeade. His legs were so much longer than hers, pretty soon he was beside her and he was taking her ribs again, thumb absentmindedly stroking the side of her chest. The way he pressed her into his side locked her pace with his.

"What are you shopping for?" he asked as they walked.

Left feet together…right feet together…left…right…left…right…

She tore her frown away from their feet to answer, "Mostly potion ingredients, but Jo's got a book I offered to pick up since she couldn't make it."

"You canna get your ingredients from Sneipe?"

"He doesn't like me very much and I'd rather not ask him for something he'll probably deny me anyway. So I use my allowance and buy what I need."

Oliver nodded.

They chit-chatted about basically nothing as she picked up Jo's book and as they walked.

"In here, Oliver," she said, veering towards the shop. The bell above the door jingled as they walked in. She pulled a list from her pocket and started scanning the shelves for the items she needed, "Billywig stings… Wolfsbane… Flobberworm mucus… Mistletoe… what else…?" she murmured to herself as she picked up the bottles and placed them in the drawstring backpack she carried. "Stings, bane, mucus, berries… check, check, got that and that. I can always get the plants I need from Professor Sprout if they're not in the common room," she said quietly before heading for the counter. "Ok, guess that's all I need for now."

She pulled out each of the four bottles and handed them to the clerk, showing the inside of her bag to make sure they didn't think she was trying to sneak anything out. She handed over the requisite number of galleons, the clerk put the jars in a bag to keep them together in Leilani's backpack. "Thanks."

She and Oliver left the shop and began to head back to the castle, but she stopped in front of a dress shop window nearby. On a mannequin was a short velvet dress in dark blue. "That's cute," she commented.

"Ye should try it on," he nudged.

"I think I will," she shot a grin over her shoulder at him as she walked inside. The shop assistant brought her the dress when she asked for it and showed her a dressing room with a floor length mirror.

"So, reading anything?"

"Have you ever known me to not be reading something?" she called back cheekily.

"What's it called?"

"Arrows of the Queen. It's about this farm-girl who runs away from home to return a Companion—sort of a magical horse—to the Queen and ends up in training to be the Queen's closest advisor." A dreamy smile split the corners of her mouth as she thought back on the story. "I'm almost done with it too."

"When did you start it?"

"This morning."

"This moorning?!"

Drawing back the curtain, she stepped out of the boxy little room, "I told you, it's good!"

"I like it."

She beamed, as a whole world of book-related possibilities opened before her eyes. Oh, the books she would have him read! "I'll lend it to you when I'm done. I didn't know you liked my kind of books…" She gave the dress an experimental swish; it stopped just above her knees. "But what do you think of the dress?"

"I wasna talking aboot the book. Although…" He trailed off as he stepped into the dressing room, pulling the curtain behind him closed again. He pressed her into the wall beside the mirror, pinning her hips with his. "Perhaps Ah'll find a use for it...

His mouth crashed against hers almost violently. The thumb of one hand rubbed the nipple of the breast it cupped, pressing through velvet, satin and lace. His other hand ran down her waist and past her hips. The skin of his palm was hot against her thighs as his mouth moved hers. A funny little noise escaped her as he kissed her.

Shivers went down her spine as he moved from kissing her mouth to grazing her earlobe with his teeth, "I def'nit'ly like the dress," he moaned.

He placed his hands on her bottom and lifted, picking her up and hooking her knees over his hips. As he lifted, he turned, sitting down on the dressing room tuffet and settling her on his lap, crossing her ankles behind him. She could feel his jeans beneath her legs and suddenly realized she wasn't wearing underwear.

"Oliver…" she half groaned, half whispered. "What'd you do—Where's my…?"

He chuckled, twitching his wand in her peripheral vision, "Evanesco."

"You vanished my—?"

"Uh-huh." The mere idea that they could be caught at any moment sent electric excitement along his limbs.

"That's cheating," she admonished.

He swallowed her murmured scolding as he ran his hands up the velvet dress, the satin lining setting her nerves to shivering. She gasped as the sensation drove every thought out of her head.

He kissed her harder, pressed her hips into his harder.

She pushed slightly against his abs to try and obtain a little air. Just a little space.

He pulled her further into him, pushing on her knees to get her legs to cross tighter around him.

He pressed her hips down into his harder still, his fingers clenching enough to hurt.

He moved her hips in small, tight circles.

The hint of a frown appeared between her eyebrows. The noise she made was somwhere between a gasp and a moan. She didn't know what to do, but he seemed to.

When she tried to slow the pace, he stopped her, keeping their previous speed.

When her back arched, half involuntary motion and half effort to pull his mouth away from her throat, he pressed her closer and continued trying to give her a hickey.

With another silent Evanesco, his denim pants were replaced by only skin. As he kissed her, one hand slid her hair tie off, letting long, heavy hair fall over her shoulders. In her peripheral vision she could see the lights in the dressing room picking up the blonde and red strands in her hair and she felt the world begin to fall away when something brushed against her inner thigh.

A blush burned her face and her arms froze, goosebumps erupting across them and her legs. Part of her suddenly screamed that this wasn't right, they shouldn't be doing this, there was something wrong, but she couldn't figure out what was wrong about it. Something cold spread through her stomach and at the back of her neck.

He whispered in her ear, "Put me oot of ma misery and oopen up these legs fer me. Ah want to feel yeh aroond ev'ry...inch...of me." He punctuated with a tiny, upward thrust.

Catching her own dizzy, half-drunk gaze in the mirror, she stopped. Hands flat on his abs, she pushed back so there was space between them. The room snapped back into solidness around her.

"What's the prooblum?" he asked, one hand caressing her waist.

"I'm stopping this before we do something we'll regret." Things had escalated quickly, too quickly. They'd only been dating for maybe a month, after all.

"We wilna regreit it," he tried to lean in, but her elbows were locked, the only way he could go was back.

"Fine; something I'll regret. I'm not doing this with you here." A new reason occurred to her to stop this, "Besides, I'm still underage. You're over 17."

"Who's goin' to tell? You?" He tried.

"No, I don't plan on telling anyone—"

"Then who cares?" He pushed his chest harder against her hands, trying to get closer but her elbows remained resolutely locked.

"I care. Now, if you'll unvanish my underwear, please." Standing, she walked back off his lap and reached for her own clothes. She absolutely did not look at his naked lap. She'd just gotten the dress off when his hands slid around her waist. One slid down-down-down, the other slid up-up-up. He moved so fast, she didn't have time to stop them. She gasped as one set of fingers suddenly curled inside her while the others slid up the column of her throat.

He said, "C'moon, Leilani… it'll be fun! You won't get in trouble, no-one will ever knoo, you won't tell and Ah won' tell…" His hips pressed against her, his fingers wiggled inside her, his other hand squeezed gently and she couldn't remember how to breathe.

The sharpness of his teeth on her neck reminded her.

She grabbed his hands by the wrists and pulled them off. "Stop. Return my underwear and put yours back on. Now." She stepped away, tugged her shirt back on and after hearing him grumble about it, she felt him take her hand. Bending it backward, he crumpled her underwear into her palm. She noted he didn't seem thrilled about doing it.

"Ye should buy tha' dress."

"Mm, no. I don't need it. It's cute, but—"

"Buy it." Catching her eyes in the mirror, he stuck one finger in his mouth, dragging it out slowly before doing the same with the other. She could feel them wiggling inside her even still, like maggots on rotting flesh. Wriggling and writhing—she fought the urge to throw up.

Grasping for something, anything to lighten the mood and change the subject she looked away and quipped, "Maybe you should wear it, if you like it so much!"

He frowned, "I don't wear dreisses."

"I know. I was kidding," she sighed internally. He never got her jokes.

"You never wear any other dreisses," He took the dress as she pulled it off, "I'll take it up to the counter for you."

"I—ok," she gave in. She was buying the dress. Between it and the supplies, her allowance was dwindling fast. "Thank you." She didn't wear dresses because they were all at home and owl-post got expensive when you shipped things bigger than a breadbox. But it got him dressed and out of the too tiny room.

She sat down on the tuffet, pressed her hands between her knees and tried not to shake.