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Arianna did as instructed, grabbing her books and throwing them into her bag. She slung it over her shoulder. She took a minute to look in the mirror, making sure she looked presentable. She really wished that she and Albus didn't have to be a secret. She wanted him to hold her hand in public, say nice things about her when others were around.
Maybe they would come out eventually. Albus had said something about seeing each other over Christmas break, so that would mean having to tell their parents. Her palms began to sweat at the very thought of telling her father about them. He would be absolutely furious, she was sure. Arianna thought that Albus just might be worth it though. Besides, her father would get to know him and be perfectly accepting of it. That might have just been very wishful thinking, but Arianna preferred that to grim reality.
With a slight sigh, she headed towards the third floor, wondering what exactly the Room of Requirement was. "Hi, beautiful," Albus smirked as she rounded a corner, grabbing her into a hug when he was sure no one was around.
"Lay off it," Arianna giggled, pushing him away playfully. "So, tell me about this Room?" she requested, smiling at him.
"It's hard to explain," Albus waved off he request. "I'll show you," he said instead, taking her hand gently. "It's really, really neat," he said on the way until they reached the expanse of tapestry. He released her hand, pacing in front of it three times, thinking that he needed a place to be alone with Ari. He heard a quiet gasp as a door appeared in front of them, and he turned to smirk at Arianna before pulling her into the room.
Arianna looked around the room, eyes falling on a mahogany bed, and she blushed a deep scarlet. "I-Albus," she began, stuttering. The rest of the room was normal, tables, chairs, a couch, but the bed was definitely the biggest item in the room.
Albus blushed as well. "Honestly, I didn't ask for that," he said. "Maybe the Room made assumptions," he joked, chuckling a little. "Trust me, I won't push you to do anything you don't want," Albus assured her.
"I know, I trust you," Arianna said, walking over and sitting down in the middle of the bed. She gave him an innocent smile and beckoned him over. Albus nodded and followed her, sitting down beside her. "We might as well take advantage of it being here," she giggled.
"How so?" Albus asked, but his question was cut off by Arianna crushing her lips to his in a blaze of passion. Her small hands knotted into his hair as she laid down, pulling Albus on top of her. Albus groaned quietly, his body flush with hers, but being careful to keep his weight off of her. Albus' hands traveled to the buttons of her shirt, slowly beginning to undo them. Arianna didn't protest, instead shrugging out of it when he had finished. She shivered as his hands roamed over her entire body, a mewling sound escaping as he kissed slowly over her chest. Before she knew what was happening, her bra had been unsnapped and was lying on the floor. She considered protesting, but it was lost in her throat as his lips danced over the overly sensitive skin.
Albus pulled back, staring at her. His pants were getting uncomfortably tight, and it didn't help when Arianna wrapped her legs around him, pulling him back to her. "Merlin," he groaned, hiking her skirt up slightly. He ground his hips against hers, and they both moaned.
"Is that alright?" Albus asked, his voice rough. Arianna nodded, punctuating it by tightening her legs around him, pressing their hips closer. "I think," Albus began, struggling to keep his voice from breaking, "that I said that this time is your turn," he reminded her, hips still working against hers. Merlin, he just wanted to rip their clothes to shreds and take her.
"I like this," Arianna protested. She fumbled with the button of his jeans for several seconds before getting it undone. She pushed his pants down his legs, wanting to feel more of him. With his pants now gone, she could feel almost every detail of his rigid length. She could only imagine what it would feel like inside of her.
"You'll like this too," Albus whispered, taking her legs from around him. His eyes on hers, he pulled her knickers down to her knees. He didn't take off her skirt, though it really wasn't doing much to cover anything at this point. He could tell Arianna was feeling a little uncomfortable at this point.
"Stop, Al," she finally said as he began trailing his hands over her again. She yanked her knickers up, her face bright red. She couldn't believe she had let it go this far. He rolled his hips against hers again, trying to get her calm again. "Stop now!" she snapped, shoving him off of her as she hopped off the bed, retrieving her clothing.
She would have been all to happy to give her virginity up to him at that moment, and the thought scared her. Albus was lying on his back on the bed. "I'm sorry, Ari," he groaned. "I-I lost control," he admitted. "I thought you wanted-" he stopped abruptly, not knowing what to say. He sat up, looking around for his clothes.
"That's the problem!" Arianna practically wailed. "I shouldn't want any of this," she muttered. "I'm sixteen, for Merlin's sake. I shouldn't be this intimate with anyone, let alone give up my virginity to someone that-" she stopped as well, not finishing that thought.
"To someone that...what?" Albus demanded, pulling on his shirt, feeling a little angry. "To someone that's not a pureblood?" he spat, and Arianna flinched as if he'd hit her.
"No, to someone that has made it exceedingly obvious that his favorite thing about me is my bloody body!" she shouted at him.
"Don't start that with me," Albus snapped. "I lo-You mean a lot to me," he caught himself before he said something completely untrue, "And just because I find you physically attractive doesn't mean that I don't like the other things too. You're so obsessed with that. Not everyone's out to hurt you."
"You're right," Arianna admitted quietly. "But it doesn't change the fact that I let things go way too far just then. My mind's should be in control, not my hormone riddled body," she muttered. "I'll talk to you later, Albus," she said, leaving the room.
Hey, guys. I know this is short and basically a fluff chapter driven on sexy encounters, but I'll have something better next chapter. I need opinions, do you want a time skip to when things get juicy, drama filled, and maybe full of blood?
Or do I keep building all of this sexual tension?
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