we are a low word count, any level of experience rp set in harry's 3rd year at hogwarts. students and adults alike are welcome! given we are set fairly early in the series, everything that happens from this point on will be up to us! perhaps sirius black will be cleared and peter arrested, or perhaps something darker lurks in the shadows...
Post by Rose Ameile Hunter on Jul 1, 2018 20:52:54 GMT
Word spread of the two of them like wildfire. Her housemates were a twitter, "a Slytherin? Really Hunter?? Are you sure? When did you meet?" She would give them sly smiles and acted as if this had been a relationship under wraps for a while now, she could even feel the Slytherins eyes on her, especially one Draco Malfoy; who seemed more disgusted with her than normal. But she let nothing phase her, they would sit at the end of Ravenclaw table, completely engrossed in themselves. Either studying or chatting amongst themselves or just simply sharing a meal. It was too teenagers that seemed in love nothing more nothing less. But it seemed the colour of their robes caused complete chaos among their houses. She was just so good at ignoring others, she just simply wasn't affected by it at all. Actually, it almost amused her at how interested the whole school seemed in them.
She was laughing good-naturedly at something he had said, her eyes misting in amusement.
"...And that's how she got the tattoo." Willow said, finishing an amusing anecdote from his mother's past with a chuckle himself. The time since he had come out hand in hand with Rose had flown by. Things were in their controversial stage, which actually gave Willow an extra buzz of excitement. Still several of his housemates had been quite cool about it, some had ignored it, many others had given him a rough time.
Willow still felt just slightly out of place at the Ravenclaw table but he was starting to settle in nicely. His confidence with Rose had increased as well, though in private she often teased him to a blushing, stammering mess.
"I see we are still attracting a lot of attention." Willow said, whispering it into Rose's ear. It had been his habit recently to whisper something in her ear, sometimes innocent, sometimes not so much, to gauge her reaction. Currently, he was referring to the stares they were attracting from all kinds of students. He loved seeing her reactions, and getting up close was a huge benefit.
"How do you feel about that?" Willow said, backing away again and returning to both his normal speaking voice and his plate.
Post by Rose Ameile Hunter on Jul 2, 2018 18:16:09 GMT
Rose snorted again.
"Well, that's one way to get one."
Regardless of the rest of the school's reaction, which, again, had been mixed, everything had been going fairly well, nonetheless. She had only chosen the far end of the Ravenclaw table as it seemed the most neutral at the time... and it was in the middle of the great hall. Where she could keep an eye on things and if anyone dared come at them, she'd be able to react appropriately. A shiver ran down her spine when he whispered in her ear. He had taken to doing that lately; sometimes just to ask a completely normal thing, to tell her something; and sometimes it wasn't completely innocent. Regardless of what it was it still caused her to blush like mad. He seemed to love it anyway.
She could feel her housemates watching her, most of them with longing because hell, they did make the cutest couple. Some even told her that if Cho and Cedric every got their act together, they'd give them a run for their money. Rose sort of relished in this fact and was amused that is what her housemates focused on, completely ignoring the house stigmas. It was a step in the right direction.
"It seems to chill out quite a bit. I think most of it's from your side and Gryffindor these days," she shrugged, "it kinda makes sense since those two are the most hardheaded. Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw could seem to care less. Though there are rumours there are bets from my house on how long it'll be before you propose to me."
She watched him from the corner of her eye to see his reaction to that. It was a half joke. But that's pretty much what they were getting at.
Willow felt himself grow pale. Married? This was too soon. He hadn't even thought about that. Was she joking? Was she being serious? They were a bit too young for that. Besides, in his experience, though he couldn't imagine life without Rose now, adult relationships were transitory. Unless you had a relationship with certain agreements, like his mother and father, or were an exceptionally dull person, they didn't tend to last.
For him, the idea of being chained to Rose, a metaphor before, had now become a terrifying possibility. He valued his freedom, but what if Rose did not?
"That seems a bit premature, doesn't it? We are both quite young." Willow said, playing stoic as he sipped at his orange juice. He frowned in his cup. That seemed too defensive a reaction. Better brush it off playfully.
Willow gave her a small kiss on the neck before again whispering in her ear:
"Besides which one of us would get to wear the dress?"
Post by Rose Ameile Hunter on Jul 4, 2018 4:11:13 GMT
"Eh, It would probably be me who proposes anyway. You know me," she gave a wink and a giggle, completely brushing off his defensive reaction. It was an understandable reaction. But he was right.
"Ravenclaws are always presumptuous though. Makes them annoying."
Did she label herself that way? Maybe, in some cases. Either way, she was joking. At his kiss she leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder, as she eyeballed the room again. Once more, her eyes caught with her housemates in Ravenclaw and she had to sigh at them ogling her.
"I'll rock-paper-scissor you for it," she said, holding out a hand and raising her eyebrows.
Her eyes fell to her housemates again and they immediately looked away and she sighed, okay, it was funny before and yes, yes, she and Willow were a very attractive couple. Actually, if she had to be honest and she was not posting, they were the most attractive but, did they have to watch them for their own personal entertainment? Ugh!
Okay, maybe it bothered her a little bit, only because she knew it was going to be hell if she went to the tower tonight. Abandoning her meal she turned, wrapping her arms around Willow's waist and burying her face into his neck, just a little comfort, that was all. She inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly counting to ten in her mind to calm herself. Her mind soon found itself focusing on his scent, there was something about it that calmed her and also ignited a fire in her veins. She stamped down the second feeling, neither of them were ready for that physical of a relationship, no matter how hot the tails of fire his touch left on her skin was. Nope.
She couldn't quite stamp down how "lit up" she was though, so she decided to take a sharp nip at the side of this neck to test how true that 'he wouldn't mind being bitten' confession was. She pressed her lips against where she nipped him, smiling.
"Of course. It's one of the things I love about you." Willow said. He was relieved. She was still acting like herself.
"Rock, paper, scissor huh? Could be fun, but I only like to play games I know I can win." Willow teased. He would, of course, relent in a bit, but it might be fun to watch her pout for it. Or even better how she could use her charms to force him to relent.
Willow relished the embrace. He felt quite hot and bothered himself. It was hell to be in this woman's company and not go further. Indeed his mind strayed so often to sexy thoughts of her he felt like she was an addiction. Which she was. Her presence was more than that of a normal girlfriend. It was a drug. Often he thought that the whole normal, cute, doing homework together and studying, couple image they had was a pretense. A show to hide their darker sides. Him, the Slytherin prince who plotted and schemed and was far less innocent then his 13 year old face betrayed. And Rose, the seductress who was following him headlong down a path of damnation.
Then he felt the bite and it got harder and harder to resist. He wanted to get physical right here and now and damn the prying eyes.
"That was good. But next time you bite me, it shouldn't be here. I won't be able to stop myself from snogging you like mad if you do that to me publicly." Willow said, his voice talking the needy, lowtone it took whenever they had a date in the room of requirements.
Post by Rose Ameile Hunter on Jul 4, 2018 17:22:36 GMT
'It's one of the things I love about you.'
He hadn't even batted an eye when he said that and she wondered what that meant as far as this relationship went, it just seemed rather... just normal for him to say it, she smiled at him and kissed his check in thanks.
"How do you know you wouldn't win that? You'd always have a one in three chance!"
She could tell that her initial reaction was to pout at this point, but under the effect of her still "lit up" state she couldn't stop the next words out of her mouth.
"But what if I wanted you to wear it, just so I could remove it later; with force?"
Her eyes were gleaming dangerously again, part of her wouldn't care if he just snogged her with force right now. But it might go down a very, very, dark path that probably wasn't good in public; but his connotation and tone made her shiver anyways. She had been caught off guard that last time their teasing went in this direction, but this time she was ready.
"I-I'd love that. Though something tells me neither of us will be suitable for wearing white by that point." He said. God he ached for her. And the idea of her ripping a dress off of him. Oof. That thought nearly knocked him off balance.
"Question is: If I'm the bride in this scenario, all dressed up in white. What would you be wearing exactly?" Willow again whispered to her. The crowd must truly be gawking now but he didn't care. The more people watched the better even. They were the envy of this school.
Post by Rose Ameile Hunter on Jul 4, 2018 21:56:01 GMT
She couldn't stop the hungry grin that formed on her lipzs, eyes still gleaming. She paused in thought for a moment, looking at him from a side glance.
"I don't know, nothing, I guess."
She said it so nonchalantly, but the connotation was anything but. She turned from him them, seemingly going back to her meal like they were just having a normal conversation, anticipating his reaction. Like she said, she was ready for this line of back and forth. She amused herself in the tension, this was more fun than just the normal teasing she normally engages in. This was dark, and exciting, and... well, you know.
She smiled that twisted, hungry smile and said that suggestive line and he lost all composure and capacity for rational thought. He needed her, now. There was no other way to think about it.
He kissed her. A needful, ravenous, almost obsessive kiss. He put his heart and soul into it, and it felt amazing. Almost as if all his secrets and thoughts and desires had been passed through it, nothing left unshared.
"We can't stay here. Wait ten minutes and meet me in our place." Willow said standing up, and gave her one last peck on the cheek and a slap on the bum and he began to leave.
Post by Rose Ameile Hunter on Jul 5, 2018 5:07:08 GMT
He did not disappoint with his reaction. Suddenly his lips were upon hers and she forgot where she was for those short moments. Forgot who she was. Forgot...well, everything except the taste of his kiss. If she had to be true to herself, she, herself, was becoming addicted to his taste, regardless of, charm or whatever she was. He was as much of a seductress as she was and well, maybe tha was just fine. They'll balance each other out.
Maybe.
Someday.
She watched him leave, a stupid smile on her face as she felt the eyes of the whole school on her. Her face flushed and she pretended to take interest in a book like nothing was out of the ordinary and she finished her meal. Regardless of the butterflies in her stomach.
She would entertain him for the moment, but the moment he crossed.... whatever border she had set for herself, she would shut it down. She could handle heady snogging, touching and dark words, but let us just see what he had in store. for them. Ten minutes she waited and then left, to the seventh floor, where unsurprisingly a door had appeared. She smirked, pushing open the door and a last look behind her, she slipped in.
