Two weeks later
Tom was on his break looking through Flourish and Blotts when he saw her again. This time she was wearing an intact pair of jeans and the same jean jacket she had worn the last time. Her hat was a beret today and when she turned slightly he saw she was wearing a black t-shirt instead of a red one. She was frowning as she looked at her list of books and glanced at the shelves.
"Can I help you?" he asked as he walked up beside her. He felt his cock go hard again just by standing close enough to smell her light musk.
She glanced to see him and smiled again. "Fancy seein' you here, Tommy Boy," she greeted him.
He winced inwardly from the nickname that he detested, but kept silent. He liked this girl and wanted to know why she had transferred. And why they were allowing her to transfer.
"I haven't seen you around," he commented, struggling to make small talk. It was never a strong point.
"Yeah, this is the first time I've been back," she answered.
"Was you father pleased with the necklace?" he asked.
She looked at him, confused. "What?" she asked, then she seemed to remember. "Oh, right. Yeah, he was ecstatic," she covered.
Tom could smell a lie away, and she was definitely lying. The necklace hadn't been for her father. But, he wouldn't pressure her in public.
"Would you like to take me up on that offer and accompany me to lunch?" he suddenly asked.
She turned fully to him this time and he realized how much shorter she was than him. And shorter. A lot shorter.
"Help me find my books and I'll pay," she offered with a coy grin.
"That's all right, I was going to help you anyway," he declined. As she showed him the list, he asked, "What's left that you haven't found?"
"All of them," she said with a soft laughed.
Twenty minutes later she had her books and they were leaving the store. He helped her carry them.
"Where would you like to eat?" he asked, looking for ideas.
"You're asking the person who's been here twice in her life?" she asked. "How about you pick this time?"
He took her to a small restaurant in Knocturn Alley and the rest of the afternoon was spent in remote silence. Neither on seemed to see a reason to start a conversation. Tom didn't mind, he just wanted to watch her. She was left handed and leaned more to her right than her left. She also kept an eye on the door as if she was ready for a fight.
While they waited for their cheeks, he finally asked a question. "Chris, is that short for something?"
He seemed to startle her. "Excuse me?" she asked.
"Your name is it short for something or is it just that?" he clarified.
"Oh," she laughed. "It's short for Christopher," she explained. And for the first time, a pretty pink color bloomed in her cheeks.
"Christopher?" he repeated, implying his question of 'why?'
"Daddy really wanted a boy," was all she said.
When they left, she walked with him back to Borgin and Burkes.
"Thanks for lunch," she said with a small smile. And she stood on tip-toe and kissed his cheek. He almost came in his pants. He had been fighting his erection since they had sat down to lunch, and that demure touch of lips to his skin set him on fire. And he snapped.
He shoved her back against the wall and she let out a surprised puff of air. He leaned into her, letting her feel how hard he was.
"You shouldn't have done that," he whispered against her plump lips before kissing her. She'll have bruises, he thought vaguely. I don't care, he decided. It thrilled him that she would have his marks on her. He actually felt his cock twitch as his instincts screamed, 'Mine.'
*
Chris was no doubt shocked as the man pushed her into the wall and roughly kissed her. Even more so when his tongue slipped between her lips. She'd never had tongue on the first date. And when Tom's erection slammed into her thigh in a rough imitation of sex, she smiled.
'Looks like he's not such a good boy after all,' she thought. She pulled her arms free from his hold and wrapped them around his neck. He tore his lips free from hers and looked down at her. He seemed surprised at her positive reaction.
Before she could gain her speaking abilities back, he was kissing her again. This time it was softer, restrained. She pulled back this time and kissed his jaw before whispering in his ear, "Never hold back, Tom." And she shoved him away.
Startled, he fell back on his ass and he looked at her, bewildered. She gave him a soft smile, but there were angry glints in her eyes. "It makes you look like a pussy," she finished. Before he could process what she had said, she disappeared with a loud crack.
*
Chris had apparated to her hotel room across town with her books in tow. She packed them into a school bag before collapsing onto the couch. Putting a hand to her lips, she flinched. They were swollen and bruised, and she could still feel his kisses. She realized that her breasts were swollen and heavy and her underwear was wet. Tom definitely had an effect on her, she mused. That's interesting, she fumed. Interesting.
*
Tom was still furious as he closed up shop. How dare the bitch call him that, treat him that way.
He had forgotten who he was around the girl. She had fogged his mind with sex, and he hated her for it. He would have her, he's decided that. And then he'd throw her out on her ass.
He sat in his room above the shop and he could still smell her, taste her. And it kept him hard as a rock all day.
As he lay in bed, he couldn't sleep because visions of her writhing underneath him. Unable to stand it, he wrapped his hand around his cock and took a quick, unsatisfying release. Then, he turned onto his side and fell asleep, where she still haunted him.