Chapter 15

Senna's POV

Viola's request came as a surprise. Viola wanted to be tutored in defense against the dark arts.

No way. That could take all year. She didn't mind the occasional encounter with Viola. Trying to make each other's lives miserable in class was kind of entertaining. And she was also nice to look at, that made it almost bearable. But seeing her almost every day would certainly get old very quick. She could only handle a teaspoon of her bitchiness per day.

Senna protested. "But your occlumency is already decent, I swear I only heard half of your thoughts."

"Half? That isn't good enough. I don't want you to hear anything."

Senna groaned. Tutoring her in all these things could take ages. "And your nonverbal shield charm is almost perfect!"

"But not perfect yet."

"And I can't exactly teach you how to move like me…" Viola has brought up the duel with professor Moody, how Senna had moved swiftly and expertly out of the way of his attacks. "You'd move the same way if you spent years as a street-rat fighting to survive. It's not something that can be taught."

"You're smart, you'll find a way."

"I'm a terrible teacher. I can't do it."

"Really?" Viola snapped. She was irritated with her now. "You tutored those hopeless Hufflepuffs in conjuring! And if you can get those idiots to actually do it right, anything is possible. So don't give me any more stupid excuses."

Senna shook her head in disbelief. "How do you know about that? Seriously, are you stalking me?"

She rolled her eyes. "I have better things to do than keep tabs on you."

"Apparently, you don't." Senna waved her away, walking towards the bathroom exit. She was just going to threaten one of the seventh year Brownwells into putting her name in.

"I thought you needed my help." Viola chased after her.

"I do. But if I had to see you every day, I'd go mad before the tournament even started." Senna shivered at the idea. "No thanks."

"If it makes you feel any better, I hate you too."

Senna let the bathroom door close on Viola's face, hoping it would make her drop her towel.

Viola stopped the door with one had before it collided with her face, her other hand still secure around the towel.

Senna sighed in disappointment.

Viola's face flushed with anger. "You are a real bitch. Do you know that?"

Senna's spirits lifted. "Yes."

"It that why they can't seem to stand being in the same room with you?"

Viola wasn't specific, but she knew she was talking about the other Brownwell students. They avoided her like she was a rabid animal. Of course Viola noticed, she seemed to be informed of everything that involved Senna.

"Oh please. I'm a saint compared to you. Maybe that's why you're always alone in every class. Don't you have any friends?" Senna said with venom.

Viola's eyes flashed dangerously. "Loads. Unlike you."

"I do have friends."

Viola laughed mockingly. "You mean bubble-faced Hannah and those pathetic boys who can't even wipe their own arse without someone's help?"

A surge of anger boiled in Senna's stomach. She wanted to slap that mocking grin off her face. Senna pulled out her wand. "Don't you dare say another word about them." Senna warned.

"Seriously? You're defending them?" She shook her head in disapproval. "Frankly, I think you can do better. Nothing good will come out of hanging out with those—"

"I said, not another word." She stepped closer, pushing her wand into her neck.

Viola's mocking smile grew wider, her eyes dancing with amusement. She was daring her to do something. Senna couldn't understand where this audacity was coming from. She was wandless and nearly naked. It made her so angry. She should be more concerned about the outcome of this brawl. Violas occlumency was up for the most part, and didn't reveal her thoughts.

Senna looked down again at those smooth, freckled shoulders. When her gaze traveled to her neck, she noticed the rapid beating under her skin. Senna smirked.

"Are you afraid?" Senna asked.

Viola tried hard to look confident, but Senna saw her throat move as she swallowed. "You're a pushover, you won't hex someone unarmed."

Senna's lips twitched in irritation. "Maybe not, but I'll make an exception for you."

She trailed her wand down her neck, to where her pulse was fluttering wildly under her skin. The freckles on her skin were so very endearing. She wanted to touch them with her finger tips. "You are nervous. What's the point of learning occlumency if you can't control your fear?" Senna mocked her.

Viola slapped her wand away. "I'm not afraid of you!"

"Not yet." Senna said. "But I'm sure you'll come around."

"You're wrong." Viola's voice was final.

Her bright green eyes were unwavering. The intensity of her stare made Senna's stomach flip in a strange way. Senna didn't like this. There was no doubt in Senna's mind that she was right. Viola would never be afraid of her. She wasn't a coward. So how would Senna get rid of her then? She knew this agreement was not something she could back out of easily. Viola would make sure Senna followed through until the end. This would be a commitment.

"Now, stop wasting my time." Viola released her towel, letting it fall to the floor.

Senna gaped in shock. She was not expecting her to do that. Her eyes automatically went to take her in. She was captivated by her breasts, which were full and perfect. She was curvy, and looked very soft. Her pink nipples looked mouthwatering.

But Senna didn't not have enough time to admire the beauty before her. She could not stop Viola even if she wanted to. Her limbs were frozen solid. Viola shoved both hands against Senna's chest, pushing her onto the ground.

She hit the ground hard—still in shock. But she shook her head clear. She tried to push herself back up, but Viola was on top of her now. She thought of a dozen different ways to throw her off and gain the upper hand. She'd thrown off bigger, stronger opponents if her days as a street rat… But those opponents weren't naked and very attractive. Every plan she came up with dissolved when she looked up to meet those smug green eyes, shining with amusement. Viola's legs wrapped around her hips in a very erotic way. Her skin was hot like fire, still warmed from the shower. Senna dare not look down. She tried to concentrate on Viola's eyes, trying to act unbothered by the sudden turn of events. But it was difficult. The heat between her legs was letting itself known. She hated the fact that she was aroused by this. Very aroused.

Viola leaned into her ear, and spoke in a degrading manner, "What's wrong? Nervous?"

There was no doubt she was getting revenge for last night.

Senna wanted to fight back… but Violas full breasts were now against her chest. Soft and smooth. And she smelled so good, like flowers and bit of Christmas spice. Her mind was getting blurry.

Viola leaned in closer, pushing her lips against her ears. Her wet hair tickled Senna's neck. Senna shivered, a bolt of arousal coursing through her. "Dammit," Senna hissed. "Get off—"

But Senna's words were cut off when Viola's teeth nibbled the sensitive skin on her neck. A gasp of pleasure left her lips unwillingly. Damn her, Senna thought.

Violas hand slowly and torturously made its way down her collar bone. Her nails pushed down into her skin just barely to the point of pain. Senna gasped again. The fire was unbearable now. If only she could gain the upper hand… she would make Viola pay for this.

Her hands continued lower, going inside her blazer jacket.

Oh god… Senna thought.

And then Violas hand withdrew. A small piece of paper inter her hand. The paper with Senna's name on it.

Viola stood up. Unashamed of her naked body. And she shouldn't be, it was a glorious body. Her skin was perfect, white, with a splash of endearing freckles—and Senna could not do anything but admire it.

Viola held up the name in her hand, her smile was smug and infuriating.

"I believe we have a deal."

And she walked away, leaving Senna on the floor. She felt angry and betrayed. And very, very horny.

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