BLAISE AND GINNY
"Are you alright, Love?" Blaise asked as he looked at the frowning witch sitting next to him on their bed. He frowned as well, feeling uneasy with Ginny upset. He placed his book on the nightstand beside him without bothering to mark the page then turned his whole body to face his...his close friend.
"I'm okay," Ginny said truthfully. "I'm just thinking about Hermione and Draco."
Blaise smirked and reached out to hold the red haired witch's hand. He raised her hand to his lips and grazed her knuckles with a ghost of a kiss. "Don't worry about them. Granger-"
"Hermione," Ginny corrected.
Blaise smiled apologetically. "Hermione and Draco are still hung up on the past. They'll get over it. I even talked to Draco like you asked."
Ginny's eyes lit up and she smiled brightly, causing Blaise to look at her in adoration. "Really? What did you say to him?"
"Long story short- I told him to use his charm on her."
Ginny gaped at Blaise, torn between amusement and horror. "You told Draco to seduce Hermione?!"
"Yes," Blaise said simply. "What did you say to Hermione?"
The witch blushed and pursed her lips together. She had told her best friend to make Draco fall in love with her. She never thought of Hermione and Draco going at it. Luna had brought up the topic over the summer and it was uncomfortable to everyone. Ginny merely mentioned the topic of shagging as a way to tease Hermione in the past.
"Weaslette, what did you tell your best friend?" Blaise asked with an intrigued tone.
"Um..."
"'Um' is not a coherent response."
Ginny's face turned as red at her hair. "I told her to fall in love with Draco and to get him to reciprocate her feelings," she squeaked out.
A thunderous laugh left Blaise. He looked truly amused. His eyes were closed and his head was throne back as laughter racked through his body. "Love? You encouraged love for a relationship that was built on hate? Ginny, that's a bit hasty," Blaise said.
"I wasn't thinking! I just want them to be together already. They're so perfect if they'd just realize it." Ginny huffed and covered her face with her hands. She threw herself back so her head hit the soft pillow that waited to cushion her fall.
Blaise laughed again with mirth, then gently grabbed Ginny's wrists. He pulled her hands away from her face then leaned to tower slightly over her. He couldn't help but to smile at the sight of her all flushed and embarrassed. Blaise never expected to be to gentle with the Weaslette, but something about her made him want to care for her. At first, Blaise blamed it on the parenting class, and told himself that it was just because Ginny was carrying his faux child.
But then they talked for hours on end about things he had only vaguely talked about with Draco. They had laughed and cried in front of each other during their late night talks. On Wednesday, they had talked in their current room, which used to only be Blaise's. It was late, and they were both tired, but neither could will themselves to sleep. But then the candles went out and they were left in the darkness. Ginny had laid down next to Blaise and began to tell the story of the time she first flew on a broom at the Burrow. Her voice was soft and quiet, and slowly, towards the end of the story, she fell asleep, curled up next to him. Blaise had tried to carry her to her room, but when he slid his arm under her sleeping form to pick her up, she clung to him like glue. Her arm was on his chest and her leg draped over his. So he stayed there, and fell asleep a few minutes later.
It was that night, just two nights ago, when Blaise knew- he wanted Ginny. He wanted her in a way that was indescribable. He wanted her to be in his arms every night when he slept and every morning when he woke. And he knew that Ginny wasn't ready to go further than sleeping with each other. Just sleeping. No snogging or shagging. Just sleep and he was content with that.
"You look at me like that a lot," Ginny suddenly murmured, snapping Blaise out of his thoughts.
"Like what?" Blaise asked.
"Like you want to snog me senseless," Ginny whispered.
Blaise's lips parted in surprise.
"It's okay, you know," Ginny said softly. "You can kiss me."
Blaise leaned down, watching Ginny's expression as their lips got closer. But instead of kissing her on the lips, Blaise kissed her nose, then gave her a playful grin. "Ginny Weasley," he said, "when I kiss you for the first time, kissing will be the only innocent thing we'll do."
HARRY AND PANSY
"Potter, this is getting old," Pansy huffed as she barged into Harry's room. She held up the shirt Harry had worn the other day. "You keep leaving your clothes around the place, and it's filthy! Is it that hard to put your dirty clothes in the hamper?" Pansy said as she looked up, only to see Harry's bare back.
He was shirtless, wearing only sweatpants. The muscles in his back were on full display for Pansy to secretly admire. And when Harry turned around to face her, Pansy was met with a toned broad chest. Harry did not have hard abs like she knew Blaise and Draco had. He had an outline of them that formed a 'v' towards his pelvis. And his skin was neither tan like Blaise nor pale like Draco, but fair. He wasn't anything like the two guys Pansy had spent her life with.
He was...better. Harry had yet to do anything horrible towards her. And he wasn't a complete prat.
"Oh, sorry," Harry said, oblivious to the fact that Pansy was checking him out. He walked over to Pansy and grabbed the shirt. He tossed it into the growing pile of dirty clothes in the corner of his room.
Pansy scrunched up her nose in discuss. "Potter, you must be joking. Just because you spend your summer in a pigsty, doesn't mean your room has to be one."
"The house elves will take care of it," Potter said. "They tend to do that."
"Well look at the rest of your room. You have things scattered everywhere!" Pansy exclaimed. A piece of parchment lying halfway under Harry's bed caught her eye. Pansy walked over to it and picked it up. "Isn't this the essay you had to turn in this morning?"
Harry shrugged sheepishly, causing Pansy to roll her eyes. "If we're living together for the year, this needs to change," Pansy said seriously. "Clean your room."
"Turning into a Mom already I see," Harry commented jokingly.
"Potter..."
Harry sighed and looked around his disorganized room. "Parkinson..."
Pansy sat on Harry's unmade bed and shook her head. "I'm not leaving this room until you clean this mess."
Harry decided to obey the witch. He had nothing better to do anyways. As he began to put dirty clothes in the hamper and throw away useless parchments and trash. He began to hum a tune as he tidied up his room. Little by little, the mess became nonexistent.
All dirty clothes were in their respective place. All parchments were in order and placed on his chest of drawers. The room became less cluttered and resembled the cleanness of Pansy's room. All there was left was to make his bed.
Harry turned towards the bed, ready to tell Pansy to get off it, but then he saw the young witch fast asleep. Harry's face softened as he looked at her. Pansy's dark hair fanned out from underneath her. She looked so peaceful and so much kinder in her sleep. Over the years, she had become less pug-faced but still stayed annoying. Yet Harry had witnessed moments that few were able to see.
Like on the day the female students had become 'pregnant', Pansy had broken down in her room and cried that night. Harry had heard her cries when he went to use the loo. He felt bad for her. He couldn't imagine what it'd be like to go through pregnancy. Molly Weasley had tried to lecture him and Ron about it once, and going through labor sounded a lot like hell.
So he had snuck into the kitchens and got ice cream for her. When Harry had knocked on her door that night, she refused to let him in. But after he mentioned he was carrying ice cream, she reluctantly opened the door to reveal her disheveled self.
"Truce?" Harry had offered.
And Pansy agreed. That night, they ate ice cream and had a friendly debate over the existence of nargles.
"Parkinson," Harry said, looking at the sleeping witch in front of him, "you and I are in for a long year."
Harry scooped Pansy into his arms with ease and frowned from how light she was. He carried her to her room, struggling for a bit to open the bedroom door. But after the door was open, everything after was easy once more. Harry placed Pansy in the middle of her bed. He took off her shoes and socks, and tossed them in the corner of the room with full knowledge of how upset she'd be once she saw them out of place. He took her robe off and loosened her tie, but left the rest of her clothes alone.
Then he left, but not before glancing back at her.
"Me and Parkinson," Harry muttered. He shook his head and quietly laughed to himself. "Who would have thought?"
RON AND LAVENDER
"How about Elizabeth?" Ron suggested with a pleading look. "That's a good name for a girl."
Lavender huffed and crossed her arms. "And Cherry isn't?"
Ron inwardly groaned and tried to rack his brain for a response to calm down Lavender. But his silence only angered the blonde further, causing Lavender to stomp her foot like a child.
"Love, I just mean-" Ron let out an exasperated sigh. "Think about it, Lavender. If she has red hair and her name is Cherry, she'll be teased for it!"
Lavender pursed her lips and turned her head to the side, refusing to look at Ron. Inwardly, she admitted that Ron had a point. But her pride refused to let her admit that Cherry was not a well suited name. Ron stared at his girlfriend, frustrated to no end. He had a short temper and Lavender was slowly breaking his self control. He didn't want to snap in front of her. Never in front of her.
Because when Ron got angry, he did and said stupid things. He had once snapped at Hermione and called her a mudblood. Of course, she had slapped him in the face for it, which only got him even more upset. Then he had told her to get her wand out of her ass, and...well, Hermione's gift with magic was used violently on him. After that incident, Ron learned to control his temper more.
"Her name will be Cherry."
"How about-"
"No, Ron! I want her name to be Cherry!"
A strangled, frustrated sound came from Ron as he ran his hand through his hair. His ears became red and his blue eyes narrowed slightly. He clamped his mouth shut and crossed his arms.
"What's so bad about Cherry? So what if our daughter gets teased a bit? She'll get over it!"
"Well maybe if we don't name her Cherry, she won't have to worry about being teased! And you know what? We are not going to name our son Ron Jr.!" Ron yelled.
Lavender gasped, surprised that Ron had yelled at her for once. Her blue eyes widened as she gaped at her boyfriend.
"I need to go," Ron growled through gritted teeth. He got up from the loveseat and stormed off towards the door. But Lavender followed hot on his heels with a furious look on her face.
"Oh no you don't! Don't you dare walk away!" Lavender shouted. She grabbed his arm and pulled as hard as she could.
Ron was yanked back, caught off guard. He tripped over his own feet and knocked over Lavender in the process. Time seemed to slow down as he and Lavender fell onto the floor. Their hearts raced and pounded against the cages that kept them secluded. Ron hovered above Lavender, his chest heaving with each breath he took. He stared down at her with an intimidating look. His eyes darkened and his pupils grew larger. All that kept them apart was Ron's arms, which were on each side of Lavender's head. They supported his body, keeping him in a planking position above her. Lavender looked up at him with slightly pink cheeks and parted lips. Her golden hair looked like a halo as a curly lock of gold formed a circle on top of her head.
Ron felt his hands curl into tight fists. He didn't know what to do. One part of him wanted to strangle Lavender for being to difficult, while another part wanted to kiss her. So he chose the latter.
Ron leaned down and captured Lavender's lips with his. The kiss was passionate and rough. Lavender moaned into the kiss and wound her hands in Ron's hair. She pulled him closer and hooked her legs around his waist. Then, she flipped them over so that she was on top, straddling Ron. A triumphant smile played on her lips as she silently applauded herself for being able to be on top. But Ron merely flipped them over again so that he was back on top, except this time, his hands cushioned the fall for Lavender's head. He gently bit her bottom lip and tugged, causing Lavender to rake her nails down his back. She pulled him even closer, and felt his hard member press against her core.
"Fuck, Lavender," Ron rasped out, breaking their heated kiss.
"How about a compromise," Lavender suggested as she moved slightly against Ron, causing him to moan quietly. "I pick the name for a girl, and you get to pick for a boy."
"Deal," Ron said roughly, before getting up with Lavender in his arms. She squealed and wrapped her legs tighter around his waist. Ron grinned then kissed her deeply. He carried her to their bed room and kicked open the door, before throwing Lavender onto the bed. The witch laughed as Ron practically pounced on her. He kissed her lips then trailed kisses to her jaw, down her neck, then back up. Lavender was left feeling nothing but pleasure as Ron grinded his member into her core. "I love you," he whispered against her lips.
Lavender looked up at Ron with dark eyes. She kissed him softly and slowly, unlike their previous rushed movements. "I love you too," she whispered back.
THEO AND LUNA
Theo sighed and looked around the common room, which was filled with couples. He sat with a small group of Slytherin, bored out of his mind. Luna was with her friends in the other dorm, and Draco and Blaise were busy with their partners. That left Nott with Zacharias Noel, Stephen Orlenski, and Malcolm Valentine. The other three Slytherins were talking about their partners, and about how their partners were acting like prudes for not shagging them.
"How about you, Nott? Have you shagged Loony yet?" Stephen sneered.
Zacharias smirked and Malcolm snickered. Both were interested in Theo's answer. But instead of responding, Theo checked the time and sighed for what seemed like the hundredth time that night. He missed Luna. She always entertained him with her stories of creatures that no one else seemed to believe.
"Oi! Nott. I was talking to you," Stephen snapped.
"And I was choosing not to answer," Theo snapped back.
Stephen scowled, but then his lips twisted into a cruel smile. "Oh, I get it- you have shagged her, haven't you? Well come one then, Nott. Tell us- is she any goo-"
Theo growled a feral growl. "Don't you fucking dare finish that sentence. And her name is Luna. Luna. Or are you so daft that you can't even comprehend a simple name?" Nott snarled. "What Luna and I do or don't do is none of your business, so I suggest you learn your place, Orlenski."
Stephen stood up from his seat, as did Theo. The two Slytherins glared at each other and each took a threatening step towards the other. Theo was an inch or two shorter than Stephen, but he knew he was stronger. He was prepared for a fight if it came to it.
"You're pathetic- a disgrace to Slytherin for sympathizing with that blood-traitor," Stephen spat.
"I'm the pathetic one? It's idiots like you that give Slytherin a bad name," Theo shot back. "And don't bring blood into this. Especially when we all know you had a thing for a muggleborn. What was her name again? Abigail-"
Stephen was the one who threw the first punch. His fist collided with Theo's jaw. Nott felt the pain before he could comprehend what happened. But before Stephen could throw another punch, Theo swung a right hook that hit Stephen's nose with a sickening crack. Blood splattered everywhere and there were a few shrieks from onlookers. Theo swung again, hitting Stephen in the jaw. Then Stephen kicked Theo's side, sending the blonde to the ground.
The fight between them continued. Nott was seemingly losing at first. Stephen had managed to pin him on the ground and punched him repeatedly. Nott's lip was split open and his right eye was swelling up. Blood from Stephen's nose dripped onto Nott's face.
"You seem eager to fight for Loony. Maybe I should try to have a go at her before her stomach starts swelling up," Stephen sneered.
Just as Stephen was about to deliver another blow, Nott moved his head to the side, causing Stephen to punch the ground instead. Theo shoved Stephen off of him then got up and kicked him in the stomach.
"Stay away from Luna!" Nott roared. "Or so help me Merlin when I'm through with you, death will seem like a gift." He kicked Stephen again in the stomach. And again. And again. And again.
"Theo!"
Nott froze in mid kick. He turned around to see Luna Lovegood. She had a horrified look on her face. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was open. Slowly, almost timidly, she approached him. Theo stepped away from Stephen who was prone on the floor.
"Luna," Nott began softly, unsure of what to say.
"Let's go," Luna said. She held his hand, ignoring the blood on it. "Let's just go."
Luna cleaned off Theo's face with a wet towel. Her cornflower eyes were soft and kind as they skimmed over his bruised skin. Theo winced as Luna cleaned the cut on his lip.
"Sorry," she murmured.
"It's not your fault," Theo said.
They were left in silence as Luna finished up cleaning Theo's face. The witch secretly observed her partner. Theo was one of the few guys she knew who didn't have girls fawning over him. Draco had admirers, Blaise had just about as many as Draco, if not more. Harry had his fan girls and Ron had his (though Lavender had scared most of them away.) But then there was Theo, who was just as good looking as the others. It mystified Luna why Theo was not sought after. Perhaps it was because he kept out of the spotlight often. Perhaps it was because he wasn't very Slytherin at times.
It made no sense, because Theo was attractive in so many aspects. His jaw was set hard and strong, and his cheekbones could be the envy of others. His eyes, though blue like hers, were a peculiar shade. They were a deep sapphire blue- the purest of blues she had ever seen. He had a friendly resting face, that made it easier for others to be around him.
"Why were you fighting?" Luna asked softly.
Theo tensed for a moment, then looked down at the witch. Her hair framed her heart shaped face perfectly as she gazed up at him. "He said some stuff he shouldn't have said. And I might have made a comment of the past," Theo said vaguely. "None of it is worth talking about."
"Well it was worth fighting over," Luna pointed out.
Theo exhaled loudly, then gave Luna a small smile. "He said something about you, Luna."
Luna's breath caught in her throat. Surely he was joking, she thought. Nott had fought against his own housemate to defend her? Luna bit her bottom lip and slightly shook her head. No. She was Loony Lovegood, and she didn't mind it, at least not anymore. She was proud to be different. To be the color red in a sea of grey was an honor in her eyes. She saw what others couldn't. She knew what others refused to believe. But never in her life did she think she was worth a fight.
"We don't know much about each other, Luna," Theo said quietly. "But what I do know, is that you and I will be having a child for a year. What I also know, is that I always thought that the mother of my child would be my wife."
"So I'm your wife now?" Luna mused, her airy voice returning. "Well that was not much of a romantic proposal."
Theo laughed a genuine laugh, and he smiled down at her. "Luna Lovegood," Theo began. He gently grabbed her waist and held her against him. He leaned down so close that their foreheads touched. "Will you be my wife for the year?"
A/N So what did you guys think? Just a bit of what goes on with the life of the other couples.
Thank you all for the support! I was smiling like an idiot when I was reading the reviews. I can't believe how many reviews/followers/favorites this story is getting! It's gotten more than my first fanfic already.
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~KittyKat