Drabble- Fem! Slytherin kissing Fem! Hufflepuff
(A/N): This is from the Hufflepuff's P.O.V.
I smile at my reflection in the mirror of the Girl's bathroom. Despite what everyone says, I think I am beautiful. I run a hand through my hair.
"Well. Well. Well. What do we have here? " A velvety voice says. I'd recognize that voice anywhere. My heart skips a beat as I turn around. She is not wearing the Slytherin robe, nor her cardigan. She is not wearing her tie and the top two buttons of her shirt are open. She notices me checking her out and smirks. I gulp slightly and turn back to face my reflection in the mirror. I bend to pick my robe up. I think about how she's always fascinated me. Her habbits, her mannerism, her darkness. Everything about her made her so much more attractive. And she looked like a sex goddess. I realize that I have been bent down a little too long and I get back up.
When I straighten up, her reflection is just behind mine. I visibly gulp. She rests her head on my shoulder, her hands on the water basin, trapping me, without an escape. My heart rate picks up as she starts nipping at my ear. My breathing becomes shallow.
"You can look like a sex goddess too, if you want to. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise," she says. I get confused for a moment. How- oh right. Skilled occlumens. Damn you, Slytherins. She chuckles.
"You know it's rude of you to be intruding my private thoughts," I say. She gives that smirk that I love and hate so much. The smirk makes you feel like she knows something that you don't. I hate the feeling but the smirk looks so good on her face.
"Oh, does it now? That was not my intention with the smirk. It is merely an expression of how I feel," she says.
"Stop. Reading. My. Thoughts," I say. She chuckles and turns me around so that I am facing her and not her reflection. Her lips then move to my neck. By now, I am sure she can hear how fast my heart is beating. Can you blame me? I've always wanted this.
"You should have told me sooner," She says.
"For the last time, don't read m-" I am cut off by her lips colliding with mine. She tastes exactly how I had imagined her to. Chocolate and mint. She passionately kisses me for what seems like an eternity and then pulls away.
"More," I manage to croak out. She smirks and her lips attack mine with equal, if not more, passion. One of my hands is in her hair and the other on her waist. She lifts me up and sits me on the basin. One of her hands rest on my thigh and the other loosely tugs at my tie, all without breaking the kiss. She manages to remove the tie. She then pulls away for air. Before I can even catch my breath, her lips re-attach to mine, her other hand now in my hair. Both her hands make their way to my shirt button and she fiddles with it for a while. She then unbuttons the top three buttons of my shirt. I'm pretty sure I am wet by now. She chuckles into the kiss and pull away.
She then kisses my jaw, down to my neck. She nips at my skin. I moan. I'm pretty sure she left a mark. "Please," I moan. She smirks against my neck and pulls away. I close my eyes in anticipation, my heart beating rapidly and my breathing quick.
I open my eyes and she's gone. Oh, that little piece of shit. I button my shirt back up and put on my tie. I put on my robe and wrap my scarf around my neck, covering the hickey she gave me. I run a hand through my hair, grab my rucksack and rush to the Great Hall. I take a seat between Hannah and Susan.
"Look at you," Hannah says. "Your face is red and I can practically hear your heart beating. And why are you out of breath?"
"I... I ran... all the way to here," I answer.
"Sure," Susan says, sarcastically. "Is that why your hair are all over the place?" I quickly pat my hair.
"Shut up, both of you," I say. I look over at the Slytherin table. She is already looking at me with a little smirk.
'Merlin's beard. You do this to everyone, don't you?' I think, knowing she's reading my thoughts. Her smirk just widens. She winks at me and looks away.
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