The weeks to follow after their first night together seemed to drag on for an endless slowing of time. All the students became restless; aggravated some even began slagging in class. Still she would find herself alone with Fred from time to time. None of the other professors knew about their taboo, that she knew of. Dumbledore seemed to already know.
Oynix took a notice of a few who did not brother to show to her class, everyone was too excited after the recent announcement of the Yule Ball coming up. It was a school dance; of course the students would be too excited to concentrate on it. Well all the girls were. The young men did not seem to care, those who had girlfriends seemed like it would be another day with them. Those who were single stressed over the fact of finding a date. Poor Harry for example, since he was a Champion he couldn't just ditch the Ball. Poor guy was having a hell of a time finding a date.
One thing that worried her was who would be going to the Ball with Fred? She knew from hearing the young ladies in her class snickering that George was taking Katie Bell. But no word on who would be on the arm of the other twin.
A few, well almost all off the ladies from Beauboxum School were busy throwing themselves on ever eligible young man with in their grasps. She even had a few of them in her class, along with some young men from Drumstrung, some she found them to be Ogras. A few were even brave enough to openly flirt with her during class.
Getting her next night class ready, she already had moved the tower for the wonderful view of the night sky. Knowing no one would be in the tower for some time, she decided to go back to her room so she could change into more comfortable clothes. Her favorite yoga pants that stopped a few inches below her knee, and a loose fitting muggle band t shirt. Grabbing her duster wrap she loved, she wrapped herself and left her apartment.
Opening the door, she was startled to find that a student from Drumstrung was standing outside her door, this was one of the few that tried to openly flirt with her during class. Nathanial, being in his presence alone made her feel the need to run far away.
"Good Evening, Oynix. You look very lovely." She had told all of her students to address her as Professor Falls. Shrinking back some she pulled her duster tighter around her as he raked his eyes up and down her multiple times.
"Nathanial, even thought classes are over for the evening you are to still address me as Professor Falls. Please tell me what you are doing at the door to my private living quarters?"
"I came to watch the show for tonight, hoping to get some extra credit. But no one was here yet. Is there anything I can help set up with?" Trying to hide his sinster smirk but failing to do so, he stepped back to allow her to move out of her room.
"There are a few thing I could use help with, yes." Closing her door, she waved her hand over it to lock it, just to be safe. But she failed to notice that he had seen her lock her door without the use of a wand.
Moving back to the tower, she grabbed her wand and showed him the spell to conjure up the floor from the horrible brick to a soft giant mattress and threw in some pillows.
"Good evening, Professor Falls." Turning to the soft voice she saw a few students from Beauboxum enter the tower.
"Good evening Charlotte, and Veronica. Welcome, please find a seat. The shower will begin soon."
Seeing Nathanial taking a seat next to them, made her feel somewhat at ease. As well as a few more students began to show up.
"Okay everyone, good evening. Now since this is the first show with our visiting schools, there are a few rules: First please sign the parchment floating around so you will receive your extra credit. Second: the parchment is enhanced so if you try to sneak out early it will take your name off the list. Third: Please act mature. This is not date night. And lastly if you would like some hot tea or Cocoa simple wave your wand and say "Yum Tea" or "Yum Cocoa" basic and silly I know but it is what the House Elves told me. So enjoy the show." Seeing Fred sneak in and take his normal seat in the back, she moved to sit with him.
As always he greeted her with a smile and a wink, letting her know he had already conjured up Hot Cocoa for the both of them. Sitting next to him, in her spot in the back so she could keep an eye on all the students in the front, she failed to notice Nathanial watching her.
Instantly she felt safe, his essence wafted off his warm body and calmed her nerves. She wished she could have him hold her. But they have only kissed that one time, they mostly spend their alone time talking about her visions, the Tournament, and what he and his brother plan to do in the future.
Within a few minutes the meteor shower was over, as always they do not last as long as she wished. But she could tell from the energy around her everyone seemed happy with what they all saw. From what she could see, no one left early which was a good thing.
"Okay everyone, since curfew isn't for a bit I trust all of you can make it back to your houses safely. I will see you all tomorrow for classes. Goodnight."
Earning a few replies from everyone, she turned to put the tower back in place. Feeling large hands on her stomach, she felt warm breath that smelled like peppermint, blowing softly on her neck before the voice spoke.
"I am quite enjoying those pants you have on, they fit you very nicely."
"Here I was thinking I just wanted comfort, I'll have to remember to wear these around you more often." Stepping out of his hold, she did not want to take any chances of a visiting student seeing them and it getting back to the ministry.
"What can I do to help, usual?" Taking his wand out, he murmured the spell to switch the soft mattress back to the hard stone of the castle, and removing the pillows.
"Thank you Fred." Smiling up at him, thinking on instance, she grabbed his arm quickly and appriated them to her apartment.
"Woah, what the bloody hell was that?" Moving to sit on her bed, he hoped the room would stop spinning quickly.
"That was your first Appriation. The feeling will pass, quickly. Drink some of the water on my nightstand, it will help you." Grabbing the glass he turned the whole thing up and downed it in a few gulps.
Moving to her washroom, she took her duster off and hung it on the hook next to the door. Grabbing her toothbrush she began to brush her teeth.
"Well that was an interesting experience." Leaning on the door of her washroom, he watched her brush.
"So I got asked to the Ball."
Spitting her mouth out, she rinsed quickly.
"I didn't think any girl would ask a guy. Who asked you?" Wiping her mouth off, she moved out of to sit on her bed.
"Angelina." Moving towards her, he leaned down placing both his hand on each of her thighs. He knew she was already getting upset.
"Love, I'm not going. I told her no." Leaning closer to her, she leaned back.
"But you need to go, keep up appearances. George is going, so you need to go. This is your first and only dance, you need to go. "
Yes she was a little jealous, but if he got asked then he should go.
"I will be there, I will be a chaperone."
"So I will get to see you in a dress?" His eyes lit up like a little kid tasting his first chocolate frog.
"Yes, silly boy. But as I have told you before, we have to remain with our student and teacher professionalism while there. I also expect you to take Miss Johnson to the dance. This is not a request."
Giving him a stern look she hoped he would understand.
"Fine, only because I can tell it would brother you if I did not go. So I will go with Angelina. I will not be happy about having to fight off her advances all night. But you owe me one." Winking at her, he pecked her nose.
"Besides, mum has already sent dress robes for my brothers and me. Although I think she is playing a joke on Ron with his robes. They look dreadful." Laughing at the horrid memory of the family heirlooms that were sent to him.
"I heard him and Harry talking about them during class one morning. The poor guy, he might as well lock himself in the dungeon for the rest of his school years." Laughing to him, she sat up to move her big blankets so she could snuggle under them.
The cold winter was starting to set in for the evening; a few snowflakes were starting to waft from the night sky. The cold air in her room was starting to make its way across her room, taking over like an invisible cloak. Waving her wand her fireplace sparked to life.
"Your wandless magic astounds me. I have only ever know one other wizard to have that ability; Dumbledore." Looking in her eyes with amazement, after he sat next to her in her bed. Grabbing her comforters to help keep them both warm.
"It's something I learned from my Mum. One of the few good things I got from her." Tucking her legs cross legged, she summoned some hot peppermint tea for the both of them.
"You haven't talked any about your family with me. You know every fiber on the knitted Weasley sweaters for every single one of us. Is it a sour subject? If so, take your time, Love."
"Both of my parents are magical born. My Mom is American, my Da is Irish. I have a brother, he isn't a Wizard, and my parents adopted him before they had me. He serves in the American Military. I haven't seen him in almost a year." Sitting her mug down, she waved her hand again for some light. But it wasn't candles that lit; it was tiny balls of light that hovered a few feet from her arched ceiling.
"Fascinating. You may have to teach me how to do that."
"My mom and I get along only for the sake of appearances. Behind closed doors, it's another thing. I never knew what her issue with me was, and I never truly want to know."
After sitting his own mug down, he moved so he was leaning on the pillows. Lightly grabbing her shoulders she leaned her back to his chest. His arms wrapped around her waist.
"Have you thought anymore about what you and George are going to do after school?"
"We actually want to open a joke shop. Our Wheeze's have been selling very well, but we shall see how it progresses in the years to come."
"I think that would be a great idea. There are quite a few muggle joke shops, maybe one day I'll take both of you to them." Turning her head slightly, she came face to face with him. She didn't know their faces were so close.
"Ill definitely have to remember that offer." Lowering his voice to almost a whisper, he glanced down at her lips.
"Can't wait." Looking down at his, she slightly licked her lips. Not a second later, his lips were on her own. Soft, plump lips molded to her own. All too soon, they parted. Staring into each other's eyes, not saying anything. Like a magnet, they reattached again, this time with fire of passion.
As if they could not get close enough to one another, soft hands skimmed her lower back under her shirt. Sending soft jolts of electrical currents threw her skin, leaning back to lay down she pulled him on top of her. Hearing him moan, she ran her hands through his long hair. Pulling away, air was a dire necessity for the both of them.
"Wow. Did you feel that?" He inquired, brows furrowed as her eyes turned a bright violet color.
"Your eyes, they have changed color."
"What? Oh, no!" Instant pain, in the base of her skull. Causing her to grab the back of her head, splitting pain shooting threw her brain, her body lifting up off the bed connecting with his own. His arms grabbing her waist to lay her down softly. But failing to do so as she withered in pain, emitting screams of agony.
"Oynix, what can I do?!" feeling helpless, he could only hold her.
"Dumbledore!" moving her hand quickly a mist like shot from her fingers forming a transparent tiger.
"Dumbledore!" screaming his name at her Protronus, it vanished as quickly as he spoke.
"What's wrong with her Mr. Weasley?" He had appriated into the corner of her room in less than a blink of an eye rushing to her, taking note that both were in her bed, in pajamas with her cradled in his arms.
"I don't know. She grabbed her head, after her eyes turned a different color."
Frantic and fear etched across the Elder man's face, as he ran his own hands over the base of her skull. Her body had stopped moving, the pain had ceased as soon as he touched her skin. Her chest heaved to slow her heart; it felt as if it was trying to explode from its confines in her body.
"What color did they turn to?" Moving his own hand he had conjured a small glass jar with bright blue substance goo like that he used to rub on the back of her neck. Causing her to whimper.
"Violet, sir. Is she going to be okay?" Not wanting to let her go, he barley lifted her up so Dumbledore could apply more Blue Goo.
"Yes, Mr Weasley, I believe she will be okay. Her visions, I'm afraid, are becoming too painful for her mind to obtain them. This will help her. She will wake soon, if not in the morning. Inform her to apply this daily to the base of her neck."
"What can I do to help her out?"
Looking at the young man, Dumbledore could see in his eyes, he had nothing but pure love for the young witch. Only wanting to protect her as his own from any harm. Knowing if the Ministry caught with of a Professor and a Student have a relationship that was more than student teacher, she would be sent to Azkaban.
"Keep her safe, and show her the love she deserves. I can see it in your eyes, Mr. Weasley that you do indeed, love her."
"I- I thinking that I do, Professor."
"Then be careful. Mind watchful eyes at all times, and large ears. The Ministry will not take likely to this. Azkaban is not a place for her." Winking at the young man, he vanished.
"I promise I won't let anything happen to you, as long as I'm breathing." Gently kissing her lips, he slowly moved the two of them so they were both under the heavy covers with her tucked safely in his arms.