Alright, this is basically an update on hugo/olivia, arianna/albus, and rose/scorpius a few weeks later.
Also, this gets a bit sexual, if you have a problem with sexual content, PM me and i'll send you a lovely synopsis free of sexual behavior. I needed to move the story along, so that's why there's a time.
Also, to 'love your fic': I liked your idea for Olivia's story, but it was just too much to fit into this story for me.
Disclaimer: I don't own it. Unfortunately.
As the days turned into weeks, Arianna couldn't help marveling at the fact that she and Albus were still meeting on a daily basis. What was stranger was that it wasn't all snogging, and not once did he make her feel uncomfortable or pushed for anything. He was perfectly courteous, and sometimes Arianna even wished he was a little less of a gentleman.
Currently, it was a Friday night, and she and Albus were sitting quietly at the Black Lake, his fingers pulling gently through her hair.
"You're beautiful," he murmured. He was a little worried, in these few weeks, he had become rather attached to her. He found himself actually looking forward to the time he had with her, hesitant to push her even the least bit. It scared him. He had never actually expected to have any real emotion toward her.
"Thanks," she whispered, leaning against his chest. She smiled slightly, shivering as his hands trailed over her neck and collar bone. She pulled out of his grasp turning around to face him.
"Tell me something about yourself," he requested. He requested this almost every time they saw each other, and her answers got more personal every time.
"I care too much about what people think about me," she said. "And I'm scared of how much I like you," she admitted, hypnotized into telling him these things.
"Why are you scared of it?" Albus asked, pushing her hair behind her ear. He hadn't forgotten his actual goal, of course, but it wasn't always at the forefront of his mind.
"I just am," Arianna sighed. "I mean, you're never going to be able to meet my parents, and vice versa."
"Well, that's not necessarily true. I'm going to want to see you over Christmas break, after all," he pointed out. "We'll have to tell them sometime."
"I'll think about it," Arianna finally said, smiling as he lifted her chin, kissing her gently. She sighed happily, her fingers knotting into his hair. She leaned back into the grass, pulling him with her. His body was flush against hers, though very little of his weight rested on her. The cold air didn't bother either of them, not as he traced the inside of her thigh lightly, rubbing soft circles. She traced the contours of his chest through his shirt, eventually breaking she kiss for air.
"Ari," he whispered, kissing her neck. Both of them were breathing in heavy gasps, but he rolled to the side after a few more seconds of looking at her. He sat up. Arianna bit her lip, running a hand through her hair as she sat up as well, blushing slightly.
"Sorry," Albus muttered. "I got a bit too excited," he chuckled quietly.
"Yeah, I could feel that," she admitted, smirking slightly. "You don't need to apologize though," she assured him. "I wasn't exactly pushing you away," she blushed. "Let me be completely honest with you, I want you in a way that kind of worries me."
"That's called lust, I'd hazard a guess," Albus smiled, swallowing visibly as she inched closer to him again.
"But, I'm not exactly ready for that," she continued. "I'm nervous, and I'm not completely positive that giving into that's a good idea." She smirked wickedly. "That being said," she added, "I'm not a complete prude." She kissed him again, this time her hands working to undo his belt.
"Ari?" he inquired, silenced by another kiss. He gasped audibly as her hands undid the button and then zipper. "Merlin," he groaned, pressing her lips closer to his as her hand slipped towards his rather obvious arousal.
She blushed, feeling rather nervous. She had never done this before, nor anything close to it, but he obviously liked it, so she continued; closing her hand around him.
"Ari," he groaned again, he stopped her movement on his lower region, knowing it was never going to feel like enough of her.
"Did I do something wrong?" she asked, blushing.
"No," Albus assured her.
"Then don't stop me," she suggested. "I'm trying to do something for you," she pointed out. "Call it experimenting, if you'd like," she smirked, refusing to move away. Albus couldn't take it anymore, he was a teenage boy, after all. A teenage boy who hadn't had any sort of sexual relief in a very long time. He released his hold on her wrist. It felt nothing short of marvelous, and he couldn't find the will to stop her again. He honestly didn't want to.
"Don't stop," he muttered as he closed his eyes, breathing heavily. She kissed him hard, stroking him until he had made a mess of himself and her petite hand. "T-that felt amazing," he breathed, whispering a quick cleaning spell.
"Good," she smiled. "That's what I had been aiming for, after all."
"Did you ever do that with Micheal?" he asked, regretting the question as soon as irritation flashed over her face.
"So what if I did?" Arianna asked rhetorically, even if things had never gotten anywhere near that point with Micheal. Albus' eyes flashed, feeling angry for unknown reasons. Actually, they were completely known. He was blindingly jealous at the thought of her touching anyone else in that way.
"Did you?" he demanded.
"Why on earth does it matter, Albus? I'm here with you right now, am I not? But you just don't trust me at all, do you?" she snapped, standing up. "I can't believe you," she added, clearly stung.
"Ari," he implored, standing up and following her. "Come on, I was just asking," he said with a shrug. "I'm sorry for asking if it upset you."
"I can't believe you," she said again, her voice high with indignation.
"Why are you so defensive?" Albus asked, refusing to just drop it.
"Forget it," Arianna muttered, stalking off towards the castle. She was beyond furious. How dare he bring up Micheal? Or suggest that she had ever done that before! Al ran up behind her, not wanting to irritate her further, but he had never been very good at that.
"It's not a big deal, honestly, Ari," he tried to placate her.
"It's not a big deal?" she screeched, whirling to face him. "You're unbelievable, absolutely unbelievable." she said decisively, feeling incredibly stupid.
"I won't be mad at you," Albus promised. "I was just wondering."
"Fine, Albus," she snapped, "No, I've never done anything like that in my life," she told him. She looked down. "You're the first person I've ever been close to like this, and it was a very big deal to me, and not only did you have to bring up Micheal, you basically said it didn't mean anything to you."
"Ari, I never said that!" he exclaimed.
"'It's not a big deal, honestly, Ari,'" she quoted bitterly.
"Arianna Malfoy, look at me," he whispered, kissing her gently, holding onto her waist as she tried to pull away. "Arianna."
"What?" she asked angrily, looking up at him, glaring all the while.
"I'm sorry," he said sincerely. "You're right. I acted like a complete arse, and I'm so so sorry that I upset you." She bit her lip.
"I shouldn't have treated it so callously," he continued. "It meant something to me, and I'm sorry it sounded like it didn't. I care a lot about you, Ari. I-I just get jealous when I think about other guys that you've dated." Arianna sighed, hugging him.
"Sorry for overreacting," she mumbled. "I'm just nervous around you sometimes," she admitted, laughing slightly.
"Why?" Albus asked, eyebrows knitting together.
"Because I have no idea what I'm doing," she laughed in embarrassment. "I feel...clumsy."
"You're anything but clumsy," Albus grinned. "Trust me, you're perfect, and I like the fact that you've never done these things before. You're wonderful," he said with a smile. "I like that about you. I pretty much like everything about you," he admitted. Damn it. Where had that come from? Damn it, damn it, damn it. It hadn't been true, of course. In no way did he like everything about her. Her temper was a huge turn off, of course. And her easily damaged feelings were completely annoying. She had countless faults, and very few redeeming qualities to make up for them. He continued this train of thought in his head as she kissed him, saying something he didn't hear as she walked back up to the castle.
Albus watched as she left, eyes trailing her body. Well, three things were for sure. He wanted her. He would have her. And she gave a rather good hand job.
He had to stop getting his emotions mixed up. Wanting her was one thing. Wanting her to be his was something else entirely. Something that just wouldn't do.
"Next time," he called after her, causing her to turn briefly, "it's your turn," he added with a smirk as she blushed a bright red.
Hugo was sitting at the top of the Astronomy with probably the best looking girl at Hogwarts, and absolutely nothing was going on. He hated it.
It wasn't right, and, in all respects, he should be in his common room and having fun. Instead he was sitting complacently And, though he was hesitant to admit it, not completely miserable.
After all, he was holding her hand, which was something new. Things had gotten strange between the two of them. She had even kissed him once, then pretended like it had never happened a moment later. He was beyond confused. But he knew something for sure. He was falling for a girl that didn't believe in love. He was silently watching her, thinking that maybe he could convince her otherwise.
"What?" she finally asked when she realized he was staring at her. She quickly ran her hands through her silky black hair, flushing slightly.
"I'm trying to figure you out," Hugo grinned. "You've confused me," he admitted.
"What are you trying to figure out?" she asked, tilting her head to the side slightly, eyes flashing over his face for a moment. She was trying to figure out what was going on with him. She wasn't naive, she knew something was up.
"Who hurt you," Hugo said bluntly, then flushed when he realized how rudely that had come out.
"What makes you think someone hurt me?" Olivia asked sharply, looking away from him. She clenched her fists, looking away.
"I can just tell," Hugo said stubbornly. He moved closer to her, sitting directly in front of her now. He took her hand. "Olivia, I might not be book smart like you, nor very clever at all," he shrugged. "Rose got the brains in he family," he added. "But I'm not an idiot, I've got a bit of common sense, and I know that people don't stop believing in love just because."
"I just don't see people fall in love and stay in love. It's called infatuation, and that's all there is," she said. And she was there. She was feeling things for Hugo that she had never felt before. Something that worried her immensely. He had never pushed her, not in the least.
"I thought I was in love once," Olivia said suddenly, her eyes on the stars. "But that's not what changed my mind. He was charming, good looking, and very persuasive," she murmured.
"What happened?" Hugo asked carefully. "Did he hurt you?"
"Yes," she said, as if it really wasn't important. "He practically forced me into sex. It wasn't rape, I let him, but only after I told him to get off several times." That sounded like rape to Hugo, but he wasn't going to say anything. He felt horridly guilty. "And then he left in the middle of the night and never looked at me again."
"I'm so sorry," Hugo murmured, taking her hand, squeezing it lightly. She deserved so much better than that. "You said that wasn't what changed your mind, though."
"Sure," Olivia shrugged, "He's an ass, that doesn't mean anything, right?"
"Right," Hugo agreed eagerly, nodding vigorously.
"It was watching my dad and mum for all these years that ruined it. Things look perfect on the outside," she murmured. "They're the perfect pureblood couple, right? Well, what people don't realize is that most the time these marriages were arranged. My mum was almost given to Ari's dad, but that's beside the point. My mum cared about my dad a lot, loved him even. But he, he was a young guy, barely older than I am. He didn't want to be tied down, and they fought like crazy. They still do, but he's been cheating on her for years. This woman that loves him more than she wants to admit to even me."
Hugo was silent, watching her face as tears filled her eyes. "He's awful to her, and she just sits there like a good wife. H-he brings these women into their house, has sex with them in their room. I've even got a few half-siblings, I think. Cliched as it is, I've come to realize to a man it's about sex, not love."
Hugo winced visibly. He was a good guy, honestly. He was shy, sweet, and it seemed that girls like that about him.
"I don't know, though. Not anymore," Olivia finally admitted. "How can I believe that when there are people as genuinely good as you?"
"Olivia," Hugo began, averting his eyes. "I've got to tell you something," he stuttered out. He ha to tell her. He cared about her, and he wasn't going to have sex with her anytime soon, and if he did, that wasn't something that merited a two hundred galleons. He felt like an idiot for ever making a bet like that.
"What is it, Hu?" she asked, eyebrows knitting together. He looked very distressed, his face the patented Weasley red. He couldn't hurt her, not her. Not when he cared about her more than he should. She was beautiful, and she was hurting. He had made some sort of difference in her outlook, and he was honored. He couldn't taint that. If she found out on her own, that could cement the idea that love didn't exist. He had been raised by Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, he knew better than this, and no amount of sex was truly worth damaging this beautiful girl.
"Believe me when I say this, Olivia. I care about you more than I care to admit. It's like what my father described feeling out my mum. We haven't known each other long, but I care about you as a person, and you're a beautiful girl. And I've done something stupid."
"Just spit it out," Olivia replied, her face broke into a grin at the compliments, her skin turning a bit darker.
Hugo thought for a few minutes. He wouldn't bring Al into this, he wasn't even supposed to tell Olivia, but Hugo would give up the money. Al could continue whatever was going on with Ari, maybe Al would realize what an ass he was being on his own. "I made a bet to see if I could get you to have sex with me," Hugo said finally.
"Hugo," Olivia began, clearly upset. "I-well. God, I'm an idiot," she murmured to herself, voice cracking as tears blurred her vision. She stood up abruptly, shoving Hugo's hand away from her. He got up as well, catching her upper arm.
"Olivia, I'm the idiot," Hugo murmured. "I didn't think I'd feel this way about you, Olivia. I never expected this."
"Never expected to have feelings for a girl like me?" Olivia asked sarcastically. "Never expected me to be hurt."
"I told you to keep from hurting you! You deserved to know!" Hugo said adamantly. "At least I told you," he murmured.
"After I fell for you," she pointed out bitterly, standing up. "Looks like I was right," she said with a hollow laugh.
"Olivia Zabini, look at me," Hugo said with more authority than she had ever heard him use. She looked at the ground stubbornly. "Olivia."
"What?" she asked, looking up.
"You fell for me?" Hugo asked, a slight smile on his face at the thought.
"Yes, but I picked myself back up," she snapped. "I knew it was stupid," she said, arms crossed. "I knew I shouldn't have done it."
"You don't fall on purpose," Hugo pointed out, feeling like he had won something better than two hundred galleons. Albus was going to laugh at him when he found out, but Hugo didn't care. He tilted Olivia's chin up, kissing her lightly, but firmly. She froze for a moment, and then instinct kicked in.
And she smacked him across the face. "Don't touch me," she said coolly, pushing away from him and disappearing down the ladder, gone before he could even react.
"Shit," Hugo muttered, rubbing his forehead. He had screwed things up royally, but at least he figured that out sooner rather than later.
"Weasley," Scorpius snapped, sick of this game they were playing.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" Rose asked, sounding more tired than angry as she looked up from her essay, silently begging him to leave her alone. She didn't want to deal with him. Not after what had happened.
"You're being stupid," Scorpius accused, sitting up from being spread across the couch in their common room. "And I'm sick of it," he muttered, sounding like a sullen child, denied his own way.
Rose stood up, her hands on her hips. "You better be kidding me, bastard," she snarled. "You're the one that slept with me and then left in the middle of the night."
"You're the one that's been acting like it never happened!" Scorpius yelled, standing up as well. Rose was angry now, her face flushed, arms crossed, and walked several steps, shoving his chest roughly.
"You wonder why?" she demanded. "You're Scorpius Malfoy, and we're supposed to hate each other! I didn't even want it. You practically forced me into it," she hissed. Scorpius looked at her with the utmost loathing.
"I didn't do anything of the sort," Scorpius snapped, eyes flashing at her. "I would never do that, and you damn well know that," he practically yelled. "Don't blame me for what we both wanted!"
Rose stared at him for several long, silent seconds. "Fine, you're right," she whispered. "But we shouldn't have wanted it."
"Why not?" Scorpius demanded, stepping closer until there was hardly room for a hair between them. He slowly drug his hand up her hip and side lightly.
"B-because it's going to end badly," Rose gasped, her composure failing her once again. "You'll never really date me."
"Why do you say that?" Scorpius asked. "I didn't expect to have sex with you and then walk away. I left that night because I was confused. I was afraid you'd be angry with me," he admitted, still stroking her side lightly, his hand was now cupping her breast through her shirt.
"S-so you want to date me?" Rose asked, clearly confused, and her chest was heaving under his touch. It felt so marvelous.
"I'd like that," Scorpius nodded, pulling her flush against him again. She moaned, her lips finding the sensitive spot on his neck, suckling on it lightly, making him groan. Scorpius grabbed her face, directing her lips to his, ferociously attacking her lips in a bruising kiss.
He pulled her bottom lip between his, biting down lightly. Before he knew what was happening, she was pushing him back into his room.
"This is probably stupid," Scorpius groaned as she pushed his shirt off, nails gently raking over his chest.
"Probably," Rose agreed, gasping as his hand slipped under the hem of her skirt. She fumbled with the button of his pants for several seconds.
"Will you go to Hogsmeade with me next weekend?" Scorpius chuckled, helping her get his pants off, her skirt hitting the floor quickly as well as her bra.
"Depends," Rose muttered, arching her hips toward him as their remaining clothing hit the floor, "on whether or not this feels as good as last time." Scorpius grinned, driving into her warmth, reveling in her cry of pleasure.
Their moans, groans, and occasional screams were the only sound in the room. "So...good," Scorpius grunted. She yelled his name with abandon, arching up to meet his movements as waves of pleasure washed over her body.
"Rose," Scorpius groaned as he spilled himself into her.
"I'll go with you," Rose agreed as she trembled with the force of her relief, whimpering slightly as he pulled out of her. Scorpius smirked, kissing her lightly once more as he wrapped his arm around her waist, knowing he wasn't going anywhere until the morning.
Alright, so it got a little sexual this chapter. It ain't going to stop there, so you've been warned! I enjoyed this, and I hope you did too.
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