MAYBE HE NOTICED the way Vernon stared at him, as he left the Great Hall, obviously up to no good. Maybe he had and he simply chose to ignore it. Ignoring was easier than confronting, because while one Wesley Choi was made up of fists and bared teeth, that didn’t mean he could betray his cousin to his face. The Hufflepuff would be hurt, no matter how he tried to spin things in a way that left him guilt-free. It was better to pretend he wasn’t there, sitting a few people down from his target, like his eyes weren’t boring into the back of his head, questioning disappointment evident across tired features.
He heaved a sigh of relief upon reaching the staircase, watching it shift, twisting this way and that, as he collected his thoughts. It wasn’t like the Gryffindor to be nervous, but whatever confidence he felt had melted away, leaving behind only burning guilt. When was the last time he had actually felt remorse for his actions? To the point, where maybe he wanted to take it back? Such a pussy, he thought bitterly, gripping the railing tightly, wishing everything which ailed him away. All he had done was give her a note, that didn’t necessarily mean anything, right? Vernon didn’t have anything to worry about. Eyes closed, as he continued down a path of delusional thoughts, not believing himself one bit.
For a moment, he questioned going back to the dining room, to tell Mia to forget what had happened. He had Suzy, he didn’t need her too, no matter how she made his insides churn. Just as he decided to walk back there, the note’s recipient showed up. This was the last thing he had expected, figuring dinner would be more important to a Hufflepuff than potential dick. It all went to show just how extraordinary Mia Kim truly was, a woman walking to the beat of her own drum. Whatever hints of morality Wesley was feeling, battling within himself, dissipated upon sight of her. A woman like that was worth tearing apart your only worthwhile relationship for.
A smile graced his expression, something which wore nothing of the turmoil he was concerned with a few moments prior. He had always been a good liar like that. Gaze flickered up and down, wondering what exactly lay hidden under those robes. Approaching carefully, he allowed his hand to wrap around her wrist, voice lowering to hardly above a deep hum. “What am I trying to show you? Well, it involves me ripping off your clothes and having my way with you, until you’re quivering underneath me. Is that what you’re wanting to hear?”
Glancing back and forth between them, he made sure they were alone, before allowing himself to grasp her hand in his, gentle compared to the fire blazing in his eyes and stomach. “Come with me to the Tower. No one will be there, since everyone’s eating still. Unless you’re into being watched, I mean.”
Vernon Chwe and Mia Kim did not come much to the surprise of others, but only herself. They had always been close, she had always been as affectionate to him as she is to all of her other friends -- what she did not count on was falling for him, and he did her. He was sweet, kind as can be, and had lacked the decided dramatics that most of the boys her age had in abundance, in short; why not? Of course, that question is answered not quite a year later, when she found out that nice and sweet did not satiate her need to satiate her natural disposition. So they parted, as good friends as the started-- which just as little fanfare and complications as their initial courtship was.
So now, with Vernon decidedly not her keeper- Mia eyed Wesley Choi with a certain kind of vested interest. She had always thought him attractive, with his boyish features and sufficiently impressive height, but never quite in her radar. It was safe to say that she was not aware that he had harboured any sort of desire towards her to warrant such bold actions, but she could not say that she hated it-- all the same.
“Wesley--” She gasped, unable to help herself. Such outwardly lusty words was not what she expected from the Gryffindor, but he had hit the spot -- some might say that those kinds of words might just be her ultimate undoing. Amelia had small shivers wash over her limbs like a wave, leaving goosebumps at their wake; she managed to unconsciously lean forward to better hear his low rumbling words.
With his hand in her’s, Mia could do nothing but nod -- still a little breathless -- at his request, still mildly surprised at the turn of events. But she snapped out of it as her eyes focused on his, her usual easy smirk blooming slowly across rose coloured lips. She leaned forward with well-practiced grace to graze softly on his earlobe, whilst pressing her chest to his ever so slightly; a taste for what's to come. “If we hurry you might do me twice.”
