I was ecstatic.

We had won the match. It was the perfect thing to elevate my mood after the last few harrowing months. I was currently leant against the wall in the Slytherin common room, nursing my second glass of fire whiskey. The place was packed with students from all houses, everybody joining in the celebration with the raising of glasses and the grinding of bodies on the makeshift dance floor in the middle of the room.

My teammates were busy having fun, something I was grateful for as it gave me a chance to breathe, relish in the moment and focus my swirling thoughts. My peace didn't last long as I saw a rather drunk Scorpius approaching, a sceptical Albus trudging not much far behind.

"Lissa! Hello." He slurred his words in greeting.

"Hi, Scorpius. Having fun?" I asked sarcastically, eyeing Albus as I did so.

"So much."

The blonde's attention was suddenly focused elsewhere as he spotted his red-headed girlfriend from across the room and promptly bounded over to her – leaving Albus and I alone.

"You look lonesome." He spoke slowly, looking at me carefully.

"You look like an idiot."

He rolled his eyes and gave me a pointed look, he looked deep in thought for a few seconds before speaking.

"Do you want company?"

His question was a peculiar one, of which I couldn't get my head around. He was being uncommonly civil and I suspected that it was just the left over euphoria of winning the match. But the thought of Albus' company wasn't actually all that repulsive, though I blamed those feelings on my alcohol intake.

"Sure, why not." I answered, surprising myself with the reply.

Albus didn't say anything as he came and lent on the wall next to me, though he looked me up and down as he did, apparently he was mesmerized by my attire.

After we returned from the pitch, I'd had a shower, ridding myself of the sheen of sweat that had settled across my body from the exercise I'd done and changed into some appropriate party clothing. The outfit consisted of a tight black skirt that barely reached mid thigh – the purpose being to show of my long legs – and a green cotton shirt that had a plunging v-neck.

Lets face it, I'd dressed like a slut in the hopes that I'd get a snog tonight.

But the chances of that happening were becoming slimmer by the second as the more alcohol I drank and the less I socialized was not the way to flirt with someone in order to distract you from the horrible thoughts that clouded your mind.

Albus had raked his eyes down my legs and back up, stopping at my cleavage. He, like I, didn't seem to care much for our mutual hatred when intoxicated. After he'd eyed my boobs, he dragged his eyes up to mine, just as I'd stopped staring at his lean muscles that were nice and visible under his tight grey t-shirt, which he'd paired with black jeans and his battered converse.

He leaned closer and all rational thought I could've had dissipated as he whispered into the air between us.

"Why do I hate you?"

His tone and the way he flicked his gaze from my eyes, to my lips and back again indicated that it was a question he asked himself a lot, one that he could not answer and it greatly frustrated him.

"I don't know, why do you?"

He was now only breath away and I could feel my heart pounding erratically in my chest as I tried so desperately to ignore the urge to close the gap. That worry was soon gone from my mind as he pressed his lips to mine, grabbing me gently by the waist. I didn't hesitate to kiss back and pulled myself flush against him, needing to be as close as possible.

Suddenly, he pulled back and my stomach sunk, the sting of rejection cutting into me sharply. Though I was surprised to find that he wasn't walking away, but rather looking at me intently before he leaned in again.

"You wanna get out of here?"

I nodded slowly, blaming my answer on the alcohol swirling around in my brain and messing up the ability to think rationally. Not quite ready to accept that I wanted to hook up with my enemy, pinning it on my outfit choice and the fact that I'd been looking for a quick snog and was apparently extremely desperate.

He took my hand and dragged me threw the hoards of people. We neared the entrance and again, my heart rate picked up, my pulse throbbing beneath my skin.

We stepped out into the chilled corridor and the cold sent a pleasurable shiver down my spine, but I barely had time to process the temperature change before Albus smashed his lips to mine. I returned the action immediately, gasping as my back hit the cold stone behind. Albus used this as a chance to snake his tongue into my mouth, eliciting a soft moan from my lips.

Our tongues danced in a battle for control, mirroring how we acted around each other, both of us were hungry for the power, but neither of us were willing to lose. I clasped my hands around his neck, running my fingers through his soft ebony locks, tugging ever so slightly, earning a groan from him that made me feel all kinds of dirty, pleasurable things.

One of his hands moved from my waist to my thigh and his fingers ever so slightly slid under my skirt. His touch was intoxicating. I could feel the skin where he touched buzz with excitement; his skilled fingers teased me. All of a sudden, he pulled on my legs lifting them, and I took the hint – wrapping my legs around his waist as he detached himself from my lips. For a moment I thought he was going to stop completely, but then he latched onto my neck.

I gasped lightly as he began to suckle on the skin below my jaw, immediately finding my sweet spot. Moaning only spurred him on as he nipped softly, soothing the abused area with a swirl of his tongue, which only turned me on more.

I pulled harder on the stands of hair clutched in my hands, making him grunt quietly into my neck. Deciding that it wasn't enough of a reaction, I rolled my hips, the feel of him where I wanted him the most was so good, frustratingly so, but I was so happy when he groaned, really groaned; the sound vibrated against my skin and I shuddered.

So I did it again.

"Fuck, Mel."

The sound of my nickname on lips paired with the friction of my movements was beautifully erotic.

I kept my hips steady, slow, and continuous.

Albus looked at me then, his pupils staring into my own and then the searing warmth that had slowly become familiar to me whenever our gazes locked appeared, only further increasing the passion and heat between us. His breaths were ragged as he tried to regain control of his lungs. I too was panting like a dog in a hot car.

Then he loosened his grip and I slid to the floor, my legs a little jelly like.

He stared at me once more, eyes flashing as realisation hit him and then turned, striding down the corridor, taking the warmth of both his eyes and his body with him.

I shook myself slightly, not quite believing what had just happened.

Had I really just snogged Albus Potter?

Ugh, the universe really did hate me.

AN:

Hey guys, I'm back! Wow, it really has been a while since I updated this story. I apologise for the long delay but life just got in the way and then I became extremely unmotivated to write anything. But I hope that this chapter makes up for my absence! Constructive criticism is definitely welcomed for this chapter. Stay safe and sane! Remember to R&R!

Until next time, Happy reading!

Sincerely,

Purpleslytherin xx