Livvy hurried towards the Hospital Wing immediately after class ended. As she passed by the Gryffindor common room, she suddenly spun and entered while mumbling the password hastily. She ran up the stairs to the boys' dormitory and sighed with relief when she saw that the seventh year boys' room was empty. She peeked under James's bed and quickly pulled out his Invisibility Cloak.

She knew that was one of the reasons people thought they were sleeping together — because she tended to spend a lot of time in the boys' dormitory, specifically in James's room. Of course, he couldn't enter her room. partly because Hogwarts' security measures didn't allow it (though she did manage to sneak James through the window once before). but also because if she had let him in, the other girls in the room wouldn't let them make their plans in peace.

Yes — contrary to what everyone thought, what they were actually doing together, most of the time, was making plans. Not always legitimate plans, of course — they had all sorts of projects they worked on together that involved rule-breaking. They were planning adventures around the castle, or developing inventions they created together so those adventures would be successful. Thanks to these preparations and inventions, they managed to visit Hogsmeade way before their third year of Hogwarts, and became familiar with most of the Forbidden Forest, as well as the creatures in it.

They managed to keep their plans relatively secretive by sitting on James's bed and casting a Silencing Spell on the canopy, so that the other very curious boys that shared a room with James wouldn't disturb them. of course, they thought James and Livvy were doing something completely different under that canopy — but that wasn't a problem in Livvy's eyes. let them think what they want to think. Sometimes Owen would come in looking for them, but usually he didn't catch them in the act because there was a very strong agreement among the boys not to snitch about girls sneaking into the dorms, and after some time it was apparent that even Owen had some respect for that agreement.

Using the Invisibility Cloak was one of the best hacks for not getting caught. James had received his Invisibility Cloak from his uncle as a gift for his twelve birthday. When they were younger, they could both fit under it together. Now, as James grew taller, it became more complicated. But Livvy could fit under it by herself without any problems. She quickly covered herself with the cloak and carefully walked out of the room, sneaking out the doors whenever other people opened them so as not to expose herself.

She walked cautiously and quietly to the Hospital Wing. When getting there, she looked around to ensure the corridor was empty in order to open the door. But just as she was about to place her hand on the door handle, she heard a familiar voice calling out for her.

"Olivia," Owen called. "Olivia Roberts!" He usually seemed to make an effort to keep his voice neutral, even when his words were hostile. But now there was a hint of emotion in his voice — Livvy couldn't put her finger on what that emotion was.

In no time, Owen had appeared on the corridor leading to the Hospital Wing. Livvy gasped and then immediately put her hand over her mouth, trying to be as quiet as possible. "Olivia," Owen called again. He looked around attentively but, of course, did not see her. He cursed. "Olivia! Come out, I know you're here!"

She remained frozen in place, pressed against the wall. She didn't understand how he could know. Sure, maybe someone told him that James went to the Hospital Wing, so it was reasonable to assume she would be around to be with him — but why did he care so much to go after her? She didn't understand why he was so obsessed with them — I mean, sure, they were troublemakers, but the lengths he was willing to go to catch them…

Owen called her name a few more times, then cursed again, louder, and pounded his fist against the wall, relatively close to where Livvy stood. She held her breath, trying not to make any sound. Eventually, he sighed, rubbed his face as if to get a hold on himself, and left.

She shivered slightly, the tension leaving her body as she watched him go. She didn't understand why he acted like that — she'd never seen him in such a state of emotional turmoil; he was always so composed. She remembered that time when Anya — a fifth-year student and member of their Quidditch team who liked to psychologically diagnose people — said Owen has an "anal personality type", a statement at which James laughed for five minutes straight.

After the sound of Owen's steps had faded in the distance, Livvy turned back to the door handle, and after a quick glance to ensure the area was clear, she quickly opened the door and sneaked inside.

"Who's there?" James groaned immediately. His shadow writhing behind the curtain covering the bed farthest from the door. His voice was full of distress. "Madame Sinelli? Are you here? Please, I need help…"

Olivia was just about to go to him, but his words raised the possibility that the nurse was indeed somewhere in the room, and encountering her could get Livvy in trouble, perhaps even leading to the confiscation of the Invisibility Cloak, which she knew was the last thing James would've wanted. She began to look around carefully, making sure there wasn;t any other silhouette behind one of the curtained beds. She then went cautiously to check if Madame Sinelli was standing behind the medicine cabinet. After realising there was no one else in the room, she finally turned her gaze to James's bed, who continued to groan and writhe. She had already begun to hesitantly remove the cloak when the door to the room opened again. She quickly wore the cloak back on and pressed herself against the wall, right in front of James's bed.

To her surprise, it was not Madame Sinelli who entered the room but none other than Rosalind. She closed the door quietly behind her and then softly whispered several spells to lock the door. She then straightened, made sure her red hair was all in place, and then walked confidently to James's bed, who continued to call out, "Who is it? Who's here?"

Rosalind smiled, as if enjoying the despair in his voice. For a moment, she surveyed the room again, her eyes fixed on the large medicine cabinet with a questioning look — just half a metre from where Livvy stood, covered by the Invisibility Cloak. Livvy felt the sweat gliding on her temples.

But then Rosalind turned her gaze back towards James's voice. She walked up to it and sharply pulled aside the curtain around James's bed. Now Livvy could finally see him, but still didn't understand — at least at first sight, there was nothing wrong with him. He was sighing and writhing as if in pain, but it was unclear why.

"What are you doing here?" James asked. It was exactly the same question that troubled Livvy, but something in James's voice hinted to her that he was not as surprised by Rosalind's presence as she was.

"I heard you were sick, so I came for a little visit," Rosalind smiled, approaching the bed.

"Rosalind, get out of here," James groaned. "At any moment, Madame Sinelli might come in, or — someone even worse —"

"Someone even worse?" Rosalind laughed, approaching James and placing her hand on his face gently, causing Livvy to flinch in surprise and confusion. "And who would that be?"

James inhaled, looking at her with wide eyes. Livvy didn't know how to interpret this situation — she had never seen James like that, and it troubled her, because she thought she could always read James like an open book. But now, it was as if his regular strength and confidence were all gone. He looked vulnerable, desperate.

"You know what I mean," he said quietly, then his body tensed as Rosalind's hand moved from his face to his chest, which rose and fell heavily with each breath.

At that moment, after that small gesture, Olivia felt in every part of her body that she was not supposed to be there. She clearly knew now that she was about to see something she was not supposed to see, to discover something she simply didn't want to know. Her whole body was telling her to run, but it was clear that there was no way out — she could try to move away, but it was very likely they would hear her steps, and even if not, she doubted she could unravel the abundance of spells Rosalindhad cast to lock the door without getting caught.

"I don't want her to know yet," James said finally, his voice weak and small. "I don't want her to get hurt, or —"

"Why are you so worried about what she's feeling? And to the point that you're letting it dictate your own actions…" Rosalind shook her head, the usual sweetness disappearing from her voice, which suddenly sounded vulnerable. "Just because she's in love with you and can't admit it —"

"That's not what it's about, I've already told you," James interrupted her, sitting up slightly on the bed. "It's just — it's complicated. She won't like it —"

"She doesn't have to like it," Rosalind said in a gentle, feminine voice, taking James's hand in hers and placing it on her right breast, letting him feel her through her button-up shirt. "only you need to like it. don't you like it, james?"

James's gaze became somewhat hazy, focused on Rosalind's body, but then he shook his head as if to get a hold on himself and looked back at her face. "It was you who did this to me, wasn't it?" he asked accusingly. "It was you who made me…" he wasn't able to finish his sentence.

Rosalind giggled. "Maybe," she confessed. "Is that so bad if I did? I'm tired of you ignoring me this past month, I need your attention." her voice had this spoiled, intimate tone that was painful for Olivia to hear.

James's voice had just stiffen in response. "What did you do, Rosalind? Tell me now, what the hell did you do?"

Rosalind kept caressing James's chest, and Livvy saw how with every stroke, James's breath had gotten heavier. Rosalind helped James to lie back on the bed, and now - in that position - the bulge in his trousers had gotten visible to Livvy's eyes. Olivia felt the blood rush to her face, and she gasped slightly when Rosalind skillfully unbuttoned and loosen James's trousers with one hand, starting to stroke his erection with a closed palm, while leaning over to kiss his lips.

James almost didn't move, but the tension in his muscles was visible, and he sighted ever so slightly, obviously aroused. and yet he hadn't given up yet, even though it looked as if he was about to lose control. between kisses, he asked again, this time softly, "What have you done, rosie?"

she just smiled, a soft, intimate smile. "don't worry, baby," she whispered while still pleasuring him with her hand. "I'll admit, It was me who made you sick with lust. but I also have the antidote."

At once, It seemed as if all of the power that was left in James to resist her was gone, and instead there was this hungry look on his face. "Come over here," he mumbled, and Rosalind obeyed instantly, as if she had just waited for his command. She then proceeded to take off her underwear, staying with her skirt on, and got up on the bed, placing each one of her legs on the other side of James's body and then bent her body back, sitting on his face.

Olivia swallowed. She looked again at the door. She didn't know what to do. She clearly shouldn't have seen that, but she didn't know how to get out without getting caught, which by that point seemed like the even more embarrassing and weird option. so she sat quietly on the floor, using the fact that James and Rosalind were too busy with each other to hear such a subtle noise, and tried to look elsewhere, anywhere. But over time, her eyes kept glimpsing back at them.

Rosalind had been riding James's face, and he clutched her thighs tightly. His face was mostly covered by her skirt, only his chin was visible under it, only the ongoing motion in the muscles of his jaw hinting on what he was doing. Rosalind gasped rhythmically, and then, while slightly leaning back on James, unbuttoned her shirt, exposing the light silky skin of her breasts and her pale-pink coloured nipples. James, on his end, took off his glasses clumsily and put them on the bedside table next to them. it was obvious from their movements that it wasn't the first time they had done that.

Rosalind kept sighing and gasping in a very feminine, soft manner, spoiled and pleased. James, on the other hand, started to grant in a low yet uncontrolled voice against her skin while he'd pleasured her. He then lifted her skirt in order to increase his access, and also - much to Olivia's sorrow - exposing Rosalind even more. Now Livvy saw with a painful clarity how James's fingers dug into the soft skin of Rosalind's inner thighs, How his tongue was active and precise on Rosalind's clit, right under the fiery triangle of hair on her crotch.

As Rosalind's sighs started to sound more and more high-pitched and loud, it was clear that she was going to come, but instead of letting go, james just tighten his grasp on her, even when she started to curl her pelvic in and out, even when her legs started to shake, and he'd only let go of her when her sighs started to reveal the most obvious signs of relief and satisfaction.

Rosalind breathed heavily for a few more seconds, then came off of his face, her movements smooth and flexible. she then cuddled against his chest. "mmm," she murmured, satisfied. "I've missed you, baby."

James granted and pulled her face, kissing her deeply - an act that seemed very intimate to Livvy, knowing where his lips were just a second ago. "you didn't give me the antidote yet," he told her while toying with one of her nipples, and his voice had a tone that Olivia had never heard before, husky and full of lust.

Rosalind giggled. "Merlin, you're so impatient," she scolded him, but with a wicked smile in her voice.

"mm," James granted. "It's all your fault, you're driving me insane." he took off her skirt from her hip in one hand, pushing it down, and she was fast to take off his shirt as well.

Livvy had seen James half-naked before, more than once. She saw him take his shirt off before going into the boys' locker room after Quidditch practice, and a number of times when they went swimming together on multiple occasions. and yet it was somehow different now, maybe because she knew what's coming. She looked at his bare chest, which was tan from the family vacation he went on that summer, and covered in a thin layer of dark hair that ended right above his abs. And then, before Rosalind could finish undressing him, James had officially lost his patience.

He got up to stand on his knees above the bed, and pulled Rosalind to him, urging her to get down on all fours, placing his body behind her. He then hastily pulled down his trousers, exposing his cock once again, now with all its glory, hard and heavy.

Livvy closed her eyes. It was so embarrassing, so inappropriate - a clear violation of their privacy and also very painful for her for reasons she herself couldn't really understand. and yet her gaze kept lingering on the two of them, mesmerised. Her gaze stayed there even when james had penetrated Rosalind with a swift movement of his hips and started fucking her, even when she made these other kind of noises, throaty and loud, and her breasts shook and swayed in front of Olivia's eyes with every thrust, and even though it was so wrong, Olivia's body automatically reacted to what she saw, and she became aware to how wet she was. She felt an enormous wave of shame, and a need to become even more invisible than the cloak had allowed her to be.

James kept fucking Rosalind with strong, deep thrusts, embodying control and dominance in every movement. He then proceeded to pull her back by her hair, and Livvy saw Rosalind's face as her eyes rolled back from the amount of pleasure James gave her, and then smiling a small, satisfied smile.

After that, it was all over. And still, it took hours before Olivia could leave the Hospital Wing. Rosalind and James cuddled together on the bed, and then pulled the curtain around them, continuing to talk and giggle for a long time after that. Only when she heard their deep breaths for some time, Livvy dared to assume they were asleep and got up to the door. As she muttered all the break-in spells she knew, she kept glancing at them, making sure they didn't wake up after every whisper. Eventually, she managed to get out.

Only in the corridor, after feeling the weight of the tension releasing from her body, she truly understood what she had seen. And only after that, she felt anger, fatigue, and most of all — a sense of betrayal. She dragged her feet back to the common room, no longer caring who heard her, and just before she mumbled the password to get in, she removed the Invisibility Cloak.

She just entered the common room and was headed towards the girls' dormitory, when she heard the familiar voice again. "Olivia."

It was Owen, of course, sitting on the sofa by the fireplace and looking right at her as if he had been waiting for her. She suppressed the urge to curse. Did he have an off-switch? It seemed like he was never off-duty. Having to explain herself to him was the last thing she needed at that moment.

He stood up and approached her, scanning her from head to toe. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice not as cold as usual.

Livvy swallowed and instinctively tucked the cloak further under her armpit, even though she knew that when not worn, the cloak looked just like an ordinary piece of clothing. "Um… yeah," she tried to come up with an excuse. "I just—"

"You were out after curfew hour," he finished her sentence. "I'm used to that by now. But is everything okay with you?"

She didn't understand where his sudden concern for her was coming from. Regularly he would just use this as an opportunity to punish her. "I'm fine," she said weakly. "I'm just tired—I wasn't feeling well, so I went to the Hospital Wing, and…"

"You went to the Hospital Wing?" He raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you hear that Madam Sinelli went to visit her sister? They said so in the morning announcements, that if there's any urgent cases, students can go to Professor Linbern's office."

"Um," Livvy blushed. No, she hadn't heard the morning announcements—she'd been too busy sneaking off with James. "I didn't know…"

Owen suddenly sighed, as if tired from this conversation. "Look, Olivia, everything is fine," he said quietly. "Go to bed, alright? If I find out you did something you weren't supposed to do tomorrow morning—"

"I didn't do anything," she was quick to clarify. "I just felt sick and I didn't know—"

"Okay, okay," he rubbed his temples. "It's tomorrow's problem."

She swallowed, feeling that she got off easy, although she still asked herself why he was looking for her so urgently before just to let her go so easily now. But she was quick to ignore the thought. All that mattered is that she wasn't in trouble. and hurried up the stairs to the girls' dormitory.

"Oh, and, Olivia?" he added. She hesitated before looking back at him over her shoulder.

He looked her straight in the eyes. "If you ever need anything," he said with a clear voice. "Anything at all. I'd be happy to help. You know where to find me."

And With those words, he turned and went up to the boys' dormitory, leaving Olivia staring after him, confused.

Afterwards, at the end of this very long day, Livvy was finally in her bed, and yet she couldn't sleep. While laying there, she tried to process everything she had seen today. But along with the painful feelings of confusion and betrayal, there was another feeling - arousal. And she was too tired to try and deny it. She slipped her hand down her skirt, and started to pleasure herself. But when she came, it wasn't enough. She kept doing it again and again, bringing herself to the edge of total exhaustion, before her body finally gave in and she fell asleep.