Chapter 9
Claudia didn't sleep the whole night.
She didn't sleep half the night because she had Pansy pestering her the whole time about what she should wear tomorrow and what she should talk about and asking her over and over again to retell the story. Not that she minded she needed to retell it just so she could go over it in her head and make sure she wasn't reading too much into nothing.
She didn't think she was though. She was pretty sure that what Neville had written in that note had been an invitation to a date. She was almost certain of it infact. Through all her watching she knew Neville to be wonderfully straight forward. He was a guy who didn't mince his words and he meant what he said. He didn't lie and he didn't mislead people he was honest and so she knew this was no ruse.
He genuinely wanted to meet her again and her body tensed and tingled in anticipation of it. That was why she couldn't sleep for the other half of the night. The sheer excitement within her was overwhelming.
Neville was having difficulty sleeping himself. Not because people were pestering him more because he was just far too nervous. He wouldn't know untill he entered that room whether she was going to be joining him or not. She may just of left the note for him to find.
Neville had been planning what he would do with her if she ever agreed a on a date with him for weeks. There was not problem with his plan it was just wether she would be even remotely interested in him. He decided there was no need in over thinking it just yet and so he slept.
When Claudia awoke that next morning she felt tired until she remembered her date with Neville and she grinned from ear to ear. She got showered and dressed quickly into the outfit Pansy had picked out for her.
She'd decided apon a pair of light blue denim, form fitting skinny jeans and a oversized drape top which was a burgundy brown colour and flowed gently when she moved. Pansy had also decided on the shoes, a pair of black loafers. It looked relaxed and not too formal but it looked like she'd made an effort and Claudia had to admit that her bum look fantastic in the jeans and the way the top draped down showed the shape and size of her breasts but left everything else to the imagination.
She talked with Pansy who was also getting ready for her own date, as it was christmas eve, until the clock showed ten to twelve and she made her way to the sixth floor.
She saw the reading room door open and made her way quietly inside. When she passed through the dark tunnel and her eyes adjusted to the light she made her way to the second window. Neville was sat there leaning against the wall as he had been yesterday and her breath caught in her throat.
He was wearing a simple pair of straight leg jeans which clung nicely to the tops of his legs. On his torso he wore a soft yellow shirt which fitted his broad chest and shoulders magnificently. In front of him on the window cushion was a large blanket with a wicker basket and candles on top of it.
"I thought we could have an indoor picnic," He told her when he finally noticed her "Is that ok?" He asked obviously insecure about his idea.
"I love it." She said simply, and gave him a beautiful smile that pulled at his heart strings. He smiled back and opened the hamper as she took her seat opposite him.
He took out the food and her eyes widened as he pulled out all of her favourite foods. He noticed her expression and smiled again.
"I noticed what you ate the most of at the great hall." He said by way of explanation. She looked up sharply at him when he said that. Had he been watching her in much the same way as she had him? He must of done something similar to notice the types of food she liked. "Shall we eat?" He asked when she just continued to stare at him. She snapped out of it and put some food on her plate.
Their conversation was stilted at first. They asked eachother simple questions such as what their favourite books were and where they were born. It wasn't long however till the conversation flowed and they talked about everything under the sun. From what their christmas traditions at home were to what they missed most about their family when they were at school.
They talked none stop the entire time they sat on the window ledge and the never ran out of things to say. He made her laugh constantly with his funny anicdotes and his silly jokes and she made him burst into rauckous laughter with her sarcastic comments and cutting remarks.
Far too soon for either of their liking it began to get dark and in a rare lull in the conversation Claudia looked towards the window.
"Goodness it's so dark. What time is it?" She asked. Pansy would be worried if she came in too late and she didn't want to get caught out after curfue.
"It's 10. We should be getting a move on if we don't want to be caught by Filch." She nodded, incredibly disappointed their night had to end.
They stood and started to pack up the hamper in silence. When they were done they simply stood and looked at eachother. She looked up in to his kind, handsome face and he looked down to her beautiful eyes and he realised he never wanted to not see those eyes.
"I had a very nice time with you today." She said, her voice coming out breathy and soft. The sound of it sent a shiver down his spine and he subconciously stepped towards her.
Her eyes widened at the movement but she didn't object to it. Her body welcomed him to it with all of its power. His hand came up to her waste and he laid it there feeling the curve of her hips. He looked in to her eyes and leant forward all the more closer too her before answering when he was mere inches away from her face.
"I did as well." Was all he said.
His sweet breath drifted over her face and she closed her eyes unvoluterily.
He watched in fascitantion as her eyelids drooped and then closed all together and then he couldn't contain himself any more he took that one small step forward and his lips were apon hers.
The romantic and sexual tension that had been building between the two of them exploded then and there and they knew there was to be no other sensation to match the one they were feeling in this instance. Finally touching the one they had been longing for, for weeks was the most powerful feeling either had felt.
Their lips moved together in a gentle dance that they both knew the steps to so well. They matched eachothers movements in a sycronicity which can only be experienced by truly compatible lovers.
As the kiss continued their movements became faster and more impassioned. Claudia's hands came up to his hair and as she move her body was pulled closer to his by his strong, unweilding arms.
Still the passion grew further untill Neville had to have more and deepened the kiss. Claudia moaned at the contact and moved her tongue with his lewdly and in a way that had Neville's blood run faster.
Their need for eachother was mounting and again Neville needed more. He took a few steps back until her back was flush with the wall behind her and he was flush with the front of her.
He had never felt this burning desire for anyone before. He'd felt lust before but this was so much more intense. He felt as though he would give anything to have her with him in the most intimate way a woman can be with a man. The more primative, primal side of him was starting to show and the gentleness of his usual persona was a real struggle to keep up. He was dying to just plunge himself within her.
Claudia was on cloud nine. All the things he was doing to her body were the stuff of myth and legend. She felt as though she would burst with the pure joy of it and as though she could melt from the pure passion and romance of it as well.
This kiss was stuff of legends.
That was until he all too abruptly pulled away. She wimpered at the lack of contact then opened her eyes to see him standing a couple of feet away staring at her. He was a sight to behold. His previously tucked in shirt was now untucked and crumpled where she had obviously subconciously grabbed at it. His hair was sticking up all over the place and his lips we swollen and puffy.
She would of laughed at the sight if it hadn't been for his eyes. He looked like a dear caught in the headlights. So scared and shocked. Had she done something wrong? Was she that bad a kisser? He had seemed to enjoy it at the time.
She was about to ask him what was wrong when as quickly as lightning he grabbed the hamper and blanket and turned his back on her, all but running towards the door. Leaving her standing with her back against the wall, her clothes crumpled, her hair knotted and tears in her eyes.