Fey's Pov
"Do we need to go to History of Magic?" Pansy asked, dragging her feet and her bag down the corridor.
"How many times have you skipped this class already?"
"Only a few times. Not many."
I stopped and gave her a bored look, "Pansy, we have the same schedule. You've missed at least thirteen classes. You cannot miss anymore."
She grumbled under her breath, and we continued to walk to History of Magic. I wasn't excited about it either. Professor Binn's was awful and glaring at us, always in a sour mood.
His lectures were long, and his assignments could have been more exciting. It was a terrible combination, and with my date later, I had no effort left to focus on anything.
I settled in my seat, and Pansy laid her head down, closing her eyes, apparently determined to nap.
Sighing, I readied my quill and ink as Professor Binns began.
"There have been many great failures throughout history. The Werewolf Code of Conduct was among the worst. The code of conduct consisted of..." his voice droned on in a monotone way, "... it was a list of specified rules that every werewolf was to follow on each full moon to protect muggles and the magic society."
My notes trailed off into small doodles of snakes and werewolves on the edge of the page. Only once in a while did I tune back in and write something down that Professor Binns told the class. Most of what he lectured us on now was in the chapter he had us read last week, so it wasn't new information.
"Unsurprisingly, the Code of Conduct failed because no Werewolf would show up to sign the agreement wizards wrote. Can anyone tell me why?"
I snorted. It is so obvious why.
I raised my hand.
"Yes, Ms. Sterling?"
"The werewolves weren't willing to out themselves as being werewolves due to the high stigma against them."
"Correct," his ghostly eyes glanced at the clock, "We are finished for the day. I hope you all enjoy your weekend. I will see you back here next week. Be prepared for a test on the Werewolf Code of Conduct when we return."
The class groaned collectively and scurried from the room before he could assign homework or another asinine task for the weekend.
Nerves ravaged my insides as Pansy hurried us through the throng of students on their way to dinner. We dodged and weaved through the crowd, never apologizing when we bumped into others, only hurried faster.
I raised my wand at the blank wall of the common room entrance, and it took even longer for the stone snake to let us in than usual. My foot was tapping impatiently; I felt as if I was running late, and it only doubled when we found Lorenzo waiting patiently inside the common room, reading a book for Herbology.
He looked up as we passed and smiled, "Take your time! Don't rush perfection!"
Pansy giggled and dragged me to my dorm before I could tell him I would hurry. I unlocked the door with shaky hands, and Pansy grimaced.
"This is your dorm?" she looked around and turned to me, frowning, "It's so dark and depressing. Where are the touches of you? Your personality?"
Looking around the small lounge area, I could see what she meant. A small lamp lit the space, and my roommates had placed their touches around, but I hadn't. Their doors were decorated with posters of their favorite famous witches, wizards, and decorations, while mine was plain. There were no warming, homey items, or pictures hung up. Only a tiny bookshelf in the far corner, a green sofa against the wall, and a small chair. Both of which I'm sure had never been used before.
"I guess I just never saw the point. We're just going to move into a different dorm next year, and it'll be more to pack away at the end of the year."
"Still, this is your home for nine months. You need to make it feel like home, like it's yours," she waved away the conversation and tugged me into my room. Again, she frowned, "We will come back to this later, Fey."
I could tell from the determined look in her eyes that she wouldn't let it go, and I resigned myself to my fate. Interior decorating was in my future.
"Where are the clothes I helped you pick out last weekend?"
Nodding to the wardrobe, I slipped off my school robes and let my hair down from its braid as Pansy began rummaging through the contents of my clothes, searching for the dress she had in mind. I knew the one she was looking for, but secretly, I hoped she wouldn't find it.
My prayers went unanswered as she squealed, turning to thrust it into my chest.
"Get dressed!"
Heading for the bathroom, I closed the door and stripped down my knickers—a fairly decent pair of red lace but not too fancy. I wasn't planning to do anything too risky tonight, not after my panic attack with Draco.
The dress was tight-fitting and revealing. It was a long-sleeved black dress made out of a sweater material. It was beautiful, but my breasts nearly spilled from the low scooped neckline, and the hem fell only five inches below my arse.
Turning to examine myself, I nearly started to cry. If I focused on only my breasts to my face, even with my many little freckles, I looked amazing, but the dress clung to my stomach. I could see the soft roundedness of it, and turning to the side, I could see the distended bump of my tummy sticking out.
"Pancy, I don't think I can wear this," I shouted through the door.
"Why not? Does it not fit? Is it too big?"
She pulled the door open in a panic and relaxed when she saw me, "Fey, you look wonderful!"
"What do you? Are you blind, Pansy? Look at this?" I told her, waving to my middle, "This dress doesn't fit."
"Fey, the dress fits just as it's supposed to," she walked up next to me, "Look at yourself. I haven't even done your makeup, and you already look beautiful!"
"But look at my stomach!" I protested.
"What about it?" she asked confused.
Now I was frustrated, "If I go out in this dress. It's all he'll be able to see."
Pansy laughed lightly, "No. Trust me, he will focus on so much more than that, but what's the big deal even if he does notice?"
I didn't know what to say. I only stared sadly at my reflection, trying to get my thoughts in order.
"Fey, you have a body to die for."
My head snapped to her, and I frowned, "No, I don't. I'm not stupid. I can see what everyone expects me to look like."
She rolled her eyes, "Forget that rubbish! It's all trash they try to fill our heads with, so we buy their products and clothes. Just look at yourself!" She forced me to face the mirror, "Your tits are perfect," she grabbed them, "Big, and they give you amazing cleavage."
I blushed.
"I wish I had tits like yours. What's your size anyways?"
"40E..."
"Christ," Her hands moved from me to herself as she untucked her shirt. Pulling it up, she revealed her stomach. A small pouch she had been hiding under her skirt, "This is normal. They just don't want you to think it is."
Pansy moved back over to me in the mirror, "Fey, you are perfect just the way you are. Not my type," she winked, "but still hot as hell, and if you ever want to experiment, I know a few Ravenclaws that would kill for a chance between your thighs."
Without another word, she pulled me from the bathroom and sat me at my desk. She pulled out her makeup bag and went to work doing my face. Her touch was light, and her products lighter.
"I just want to highlight what you have, not hide it," she told me.
When she was done, she stepped back and smiled, "He won't know what hit him. Let's go!"
She didn't allow me to look myself over before forcing me into a set of black boots and rushing a brush through my hair. I could barely snatch my wand before she dragged me out the door.
Lorenzo was still waiting where we had last seen him, only now Theo and Mattheo had joined him, reading their books or pretending to. Mattheo had a book in his hands, but his eyes stared into the fire, lost in thought.
Pansy stepped before me, hiding me from their gaze before she cleared her throat and alerted them of our presence.
They looked up and tried to peek around her body, but she only grinned.
"We all know how beautiful our wonderful Fey is," she announced dramatically.
"Pancy..." I groaned, smacking her arm.
"Of course we do," Mattheo agreed.
"Indeed," Theo answered while Lorenzo nodded, smiling.
"Well, tonight, I have done my best to give you an even more beautiful Fey."
She stepped to the side, and I immediately wanted to hide. I felt exposed as they took me in. Their eyes traveled my body from head to toe, yet they said nothing.
I looked to Pansy for reassurance, and she gave me a thumbs up, "They're speechless. It's a good thing."
Lorenzo hopped to his feet and took me in his arms, "Oh, darling. You are stunning."
They nodded at Theo and Mattheo, shifting in their seats and placing their books in their laps.
Mattheo coughed, "You are perfect."
"You are always gorgeous, Tesoro mio, but tonight you are especially so," Theo told me softly, "I wish I could steal you away, but alas, it is not my turn. That will come soon," he promised.
Lorenzo tightened his hold on me, "We must be going," he leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Before Mattheo gets any bright ideas and tries to take you from me."
My eyes darted to Mattheo, who was gripping his book so tightly that I feared he might tear it in half. I nodded, and Lorenzo hurried us off, thanking Pansy and curling a hand around my waist. He steered me out of the common room and through the corridor out the back entrance and the narrow hall.
"We're headed outside. I don't know when we'll be back, so I don't want anyone to see us leaving," he told me as we snuck out the large wooden door leading to the outside.
The chilly breeze made me shiver, but I nodded and continued to follow. We walked some ways from the castle and crossed the bridge headed toward Hogesmead but turned to the left and stopped a few hundred yards from the Whomping Willow. A blanket was laid on the high hill overlooking the large old tree, and a small basket was set up.
"I figured we would just have a picnic and watch the Willow as the sunset," he explained, sitting down and holding his hand.
He helped me sit and situated close to me to block the wind. Inside his basket were all of our favorites. We enjoyed shepherd's pie, my favorite dinner food, and all his favorite sides: corn, buttered rolls, and, for dessert, Chocolate Frogs.
The sky painted itself pink and orange as the moon became more evident over the sinking sun's rays. Irritating with its changing leaves, the Willow threw them in a huff and stuck down several birds trying to roost in its branches. We giggled, and he held me tight to his side, never once losing contact with me.
"Tell me about your family?" I asked him as I toyed with his free hand.
"My family is complicated," he sighed, "I have an older brother, Sebastian. We don't speak too often."
"What about your mother and father?"
"I write my mother often. We are very close," he smiled, "I love her very much. My father... wasn't around much. He took the wrong side in the war, and he's been away since. I don't expect I'll ever see him again."
That threw me for a loop, "Your father is a..."
He only nodded and gave me a small smile, "My mother made it very clear that he was on the Dark Lord's side."
"But she wasn't?"
"God, no. That woman couldn't hurt a fly. I don't even think she's ever hated anyone in her life," he grinned, "You'll see when you meet her one day. She's going to love you."
Meet his mother?
"You want me to meet her?"
"Yes, I do. You're important to me, and so is my mum. I hope you'll be very close," he told me honestly.
"I think I would like that very much."
"Tell me about your mum and dad."
"Well, it's always just been the three of us."
"No siblings for you?"
I shook my head, "None for me. My mum and dad were always so busy working that they never really even had time for me," I admitted, "I spent a lot of time with my gran growing up. I miss her..."
"Is she... I mean, has she...?"
I shook my head, "No, she's still alive and kicking. Ninety-three years old and still young at heart."
"Wow, that's quite impressive."
Laughing, I squeezed his hand, "I'll tell her you said so. I'm sure that'll give her a good laugh."
Looking into the darkening sky, I threaded my fingers through his and leaned against his shoulder. His strength seemed to flow into me, and I relaxed, "This is lovely."
"It is..." he whispered, but his eyes weren't on the sunset or the brightening stars. They were focused on me.
Lorenzo leaned in, and I let him capture my lips in a gentle kiss. His hand ran up my thigh and stopped at the hem of my skirt, holding me there as I cupped his face.
A strong wind blew, and we shivered, our kiss breaking and transforming into dual smiles.
"Come on, I should get us both inside before we catch a cold."
We packed the picnic together and held hands as we walked across the silent grounds. The halls were empty inside the castle, and the clocks read past curfew.
I was shocked that we had spent four hours outside eating and talking. It was wonderful. Lorenzo let us into the common room, and we joined our waiting group by the fire. They must have snuck back down after lights out to make sure they were waiting to greet us when we arrived back.
Theo wrapped me in his arms and kissed my neck tenderly. Draco and Blaise kissed my knuckles, and Mattheo pulled me from them all and dipped me back before ravaging my lips with an aggressive kiss.
When he set me on my feet, I was breathless and light-headed. The others were laughing.
Theo plopped onto the couch and put a cigarette between his lips, "Alright, darling, you promised us you'd show us your secret," he flicked his lighter to life and took a long drag.
"I nearly forgot," Lorenzo said excitedly, sitting beside Theo.
They left me standing before the fire and watched me, waiting patiently—three with knowing grins.
I took a step back and closed my eyes. Taking a deep breath, I reached inside of myself and felt my other half stir awake at the intrusion. The tingling sensation took over, quicker this time than the last. It covered my body, and I felt my skin moving and my bones rearranging under my muscles.
Their voices stopped and then became little gasps. I opened my eyes. I was level with their feet now, but wanting to see their eyes, I raised my head until I could glance at their faces. I flicked out my tongue and observed them.
"Fucking hell," Theo muttered, smoke escaping from his lips as he spoke.
"I was not going to guess a snake for your form, love," Lorenzo muttered, "I was betting on a soft animal, like a cat or something."
I slithered over and, using their legs. I crawled onto their laps so I could stretch myself out.
"Your scales are something else," Mattheo told me, running a finger down my spine, "Truly something. They shine like stars."