Roman Warren

There's a beast eating every bit of beauty and we all feed it. Half-blood | Gryffindor | Seventh Year

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Roman X Abbie

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Abbie sat down to breakfast without an appetite. She had expected to see Roman and his friends, but found it to be just her. It was early still, but since leaving him that morning she’d been unable to get back to sleep. She’s since showered and dressed, but it was futile trying to take her mind off what had happened between them. She’d considered that it was unlikely he’d want to speak to her, especially given how cruel she’d been. She couldn’t think of any reason for her to have reacted as she did, except that he’d surprised her. For as long as she could remember, she’d thought him and his jokes insufferable, so to think that she could be attracted to him was to her incomprehensible. Yet, she could not deny the obvious truths: she had been attracted to him, she was even, and she’d reacted in fear of this. His nonchalance might have offended her if she were not so confused herself. 

She sat in front of a bowl of muesli but had not touched it in all the time she’d been there. When people began to stare, she took a spoonful and brought it to her mouth, but as soon as they’d turned back she set it down again. Slowly, more people joined, but if Roman was among them Abbie did not know, for she kept her head down. She found comfort in the noise, but was interrupted when another came to sit beside her. She greeted him warmly. He was a Beater for the Gryffindor Team and had always held a torch for Abbie. It was the first time that morning that she raised her head and could be seen to smile. She chatted merrily to him and laughed at his jokes; there was even the glimmer of a flirtatious smile on her lips and colour to her cheeks. Suddenly, she forgot all about the night before, and she didn’t look up as the tables began to fill.  

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Roman managed to drag himself out of bed at around eleven am, immediately angry with himself that he had just missed breakfast. As always when he was hungover, his emotions were heightened and irrational, and even his dorm-mates knew that he was best left alone after a night of partying. He decided to shower, which made him feel a little better, though he couldn’t shake the image of Abbie leaving his room earlier that morning. Dressing and running his hands through his damp hair in order to dry it, he decided that she was best forgotten about, at least for then- thinking about how rude she’d been only made him angry, and then he felt angrier about the whole situation for feeling anything about her at all.

Hoping down the stairs of Gryffindor table in a clumsy fashion, Roman was thankful that it was the weekend, and that there was no need to come up with an excuse about why he would be missing classes. He didn’t think he could handle Potions or double Divination that day at all. Eventually reaching the Entrance Hall, Roman poked his head into the Great Hall, hoping that perhaps the elves had delayed with breakfast that moment. It was to no avail, since the tables were cleared, though a few students remained, finishing their plates. Scanning Gryffindor table for his friends, he couldn’t help but cast his grey gaze over Abbie, chatting away to a member of the Quidditch team and looking annoyingly fine about the whole morning. Frowning, he turned away from the Great Hall and headed to the kitchens to try and scavenge some food from the elves. He had always been kind to house-elves, never quite understanding why people thought it was ok to treat them as though they were slaves, but then he supposed he hadn’t been brought up with one to pick up after him.

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As she moved he stirred in his sleep, which had thankfully (due to all the alcohol) been deep and undisturbed. He would have usually slept awfully with her in bed next to him, the presence of another not welcome in his four poster. Fortunately it had been a comfortable and peaceful night, and though his body was dreading waking up and facing the effects, he slept through her tactical manoeuvres to untie herself from his vice-like grip. 

He murmured something inaudible as her warm frame disappeared from beside him, and he slowly prized an eye open. He was shocked, though could not physically find any energy to show it, that Abbie had removed herself from his bed. Muffled memories searched for how she had got there in the first place and he groaned, “Oh Merlin.” A quick scan of the room told the Warren male all he needed to know, discarded Firewhiskey bottles and other empty beds meant that his room mates must have found other accommodation; and he expected they were removing themselves from the scene of the crime in much the same fashion as Fletcher was, just in the girls dormitories. “Shh,” he hissed, head hammering as he turned to face her finally, and watched with some amusement as she collected her belongings and articles of clothing, strewn around his bed.

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She vaguely remembered them kissing, but even that were hazy at best. However, she could be certain that they had not slept together, for she awoke still in her dress. Abbie had slept with only two men and both of whom she had been in relationships with. Yet, this was of minor comfort in the wake, and was only emphasised by Roman’s stirring and his subsequent admission of surprise. “I er…” she began, but she did not know what to say and found herself trailing off. “I’ll see you at breakfast then, I guess,” she said, her head downcast and with a non-committal shrug. She did not know what she had been expecting from him, but it was not this, and she felt disconcerted by his apparent nonchalance. 

She looked for her jacket last, which she found underneath his bed. She put it on and lifted her hair back from the collar. Her stomach lurched as she made for the door, but she loitered a while, and turned back to look at him. She opened her mouth as if about to say something—to reassure him—but then seemed to think better of it. 

After a prolonged silence, she sighed and said, hard-faced: “This, it doesn’t change things between us. We’re not friends.” Yet, for reasons she was unsure of, she cared for him. 

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His head hurt like a bitch, yet me managed to roll onto his back and prop himself up by his elbows, watching the pretty blonde navigate her belongings in his room. Noticing too, that the dorm was empty, Roman was thankful- if only for the fact he would not have been able to take the banter from his dorm mates that morning, not without a strong cup of coffee first. He didn't bother to say goodbye as she headed to the doorway, not out of rudeness but out of a genuine loss for words. Despite being a well liked pupil of Gryffindors house, and having had his fair share of relationships, he was not used to one night stands at all. Even in his naivety, and lack of experience, he always expected that they would be nice to each other the morning after.

Had he not been fuzzy headed and hungover, he may have been able to hide the flash of hurt across his handsome features as she turned to speak to him. For a moment in the previous evening, he had felt happy. He didn't suppose that kissing and bonding with Abbie Fletcher was right or wrong, it just was what it was. Now he felt a fool for thinking they might have actually got on. "Just get out and do your walk of shame," he eventually managed to string together, after at least three minutes of staring blankly at her. That was what she saw it as after all, shameful, and Roman hadn't realised she found him so repulsive. With a dismissive glance, he threw his covers back over his head and returned to sleep, deciding that once he sobered up he would forget all about the blonde.

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While he opened the corked bottle he watched her amusedly, guessing that she was scrutinising his room for clues that would tell her a bit more about him. Truthfully the only piece of paper on the wall that Roman had contributed to the decorations was a small picture of himself with his parents. It was a muggle photograph, taken in Cyprus where his father was currently based with the muggle forces, and it was un-moving. They smiled happily out of the photograph, a moment caught where the three of the Warren clan looked healthy and happy; it was his favourite picture.

His eyes left the picture as he lifted the bottle of his lips and took a refreshing gulp- the Firewhiskey tasting much better than the bottle they’d shared in the common room which he was now able to judge had been completely flat.

Instead he now watched her, unashamedly taking her whole appearance in before he let her take the bottle from his hands and chuckled as she drank it. A small smirk graced his lips as it was returned to him, and he got more than he bargained for as Abbie sat on his lap. He had enjoyed the feel of her warm body next to his on the common room sofa and he enjoyed it now, it was comforting to have someone so close and he knew that if she had tried to shake him off in that moment then he wouldn’t have left without a fight. By the looks of it, she meant what she had said, and he nodded at her instructions, pretty sure she could have told him to do anything and he would have done it. Completely entranced by her and closing his eyes for a second as he lips grazed his, he followed the rules. He pulled back, took another greedy swig of the drink and then chuckled lightly. “I’m terrified of heights.” He pointed to the window behind her and admitted, “I insisted to have the bed furthest from the window because I can’t look out without feeling like I’m going to fall out of the tower.” In hope that his biggest fear was a good enough secret, he used his free hand to dance over the back of her exposed neck and pull her to him for a kiss.

It was sweet, and undemanding, and Roman relaxed again contentedly before he pulled away. “Your turn,” he grinned, pushing the bottle into her hands and propping himself back against the frame of his bed with a pillow. abbie-fletcherhp

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Abbie awoke with a start and instinctively felt for her watch, which she had lost during the night. She found it beside his pillow and gave a sigh of relief at the time. It was just past six in the morning. If she left then, she could have been back in her dormitory before her friends awoke and noticed she’d been gone. With that thought she turned to notice that Roman’s dorm mates were noticeably absent, though this did not comfort her. She presumed that they had stayed at the party until they’d fallen asleep and expected to find them sprawled across the Common Room floor. She had not spared a thought to what had happened the night before—she could not remember and dared not to ask, but finding herself in Roman’s bed, with his hand upon her thigh, made her stomach churn. She suddenly felt that much more nauseated than she had the night before. She considered for some time how she would broach the subject of what happened when she saw him at breakfast, but thought that perhaps it was better not to mention it at all, even better to pretend that it had never happened. After all, Roman was scarcely her friend; wouldn’t this be his gun reaction also? She decided to risk moving his hand, but as she took it within hers and went to move it away, she caught sight of his sleeping face. She did not know how long she had been staring, but when she realised she dropped his hand with haste. She suddenly did not seem bothered about waking him, and she clambered out of bed as quickly as possible. What was she—? She shook her head to dismiss it and scrambled to find her shoes. There could be nothing between her and Roman. He despised her! She thought he was vain and found his low-rent jokes insufferable. Then why, she asked herself, did she find herself pausing by his bedside, willing herself to leave, yet quite unable to? She knew that the moment he’d stir she’d have made a mistake.  

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As she moved he stirred in his sleep, which had thankfully (due to all the alcohol) been deep and undisturbed. He would have usually slept awfully with her in bed next to him, the presence of another not welcome in his four poster. Fortunately it had been a comfortable and peaceful night, and though his body was dreading waking up and facing the effects, he slept through her tactical manoeuvres to untie herself from his vice-like grip. He murmured something inaudible as her warm frame disappeared from beside him, and he slowly prized an eye open. He was shocked, though could not physically find any energy to show it, that Abbie had removed herself from his bed. Muffled memories searched for how she had got there in the first place and he groaned, "Oh Merlin." A quick scan of the room told the Warren male all he needed to know, discarded Firewhiskey bottles and other empty beds meant that his room mates must have found other accommodation; and he expected they were removing themselves from the scene of the crime in much the same fashion as Fletcher was, just in the girls dormitories. "Shh," he hissed, head hammering as he turned to face her finally, and watched with some amusement as she collected her belongings and articles of clothing, strewn around his bed.

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Abbie did not linger within the doorway long before she’d closed the door and sat down next to him. She looked to him with an expression of disapproval and wagged a finger at him, before replying: “You’ve got all the tricks, haven’t you?” She turned away whilst he opened the bottle and observed his room: it told a great deal more about him that what she knew, and she felt that much closer to him for it. She found herself smiling at the posters on the wall and hoped that he hadn’t caught her. She turned back to him and edged closer. “I don’t ever want to shake you off,” she said, quietly. She did not look at him then, but at her lap, and she battled with the desire to kiss him again. Her long, blonde hair was swept to one side, and it exposed the smooth skin of her neck and accentuated the deep cut of her dress. When at last she did raise her gaze to meet his, she looked dubious, and some part of her longed to be seduced.

She bit down hard upon her lip as she stood up, took the bottle from his hand and seated herself so that she was upon his lap, legs bracing his sides; arms around his neck. She drank generously before replacing the bottle back within his grip. “Tell me a secret,” she purred. She’d instinctively begun to trace a lone finger down the length of his torso. Their faces were so close that when she bowed her head she could not help but to graze his bottom lip. “For every secret, you get a kiss.”

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While he opened the corked bottle he watched her amusedly, guessing that she was scrutinising his room for clues that would tell her a bit more about him. Truthfully the only piece of paper on the wall that Roman had contributed to the decorations was a small picture of himself with his parents. It was a muggle photograph, taken in Cyprus where his father was currently based with the muggle forces, and it was un-moving. They smiled happily out of the photograph, a moment caught where the three of the Warren clan looked healthy and happy; it was his favourite picture. His eyes left the picture as he lifted the bottle of his lips and took a refreshing gulp- the Firewhiskey tasting much better than the bottle they'd shared in the common room which he was now able to judge had been completely flat.

Instead he now watched her, unashamedly taking her whole appearance in before he let her take the bottle from his hands and chuckled as she drank it. A small smirk graced his lips as it was returned to him, and he got more than he bargained for as Abbie sat on his lap. He had enjoyed the feel of her warm body next to his on the common room sofa and he enjoyed it now, it was comforting to have someone so close and he knew that if she had tried to shake him off in that moment then he wouldn't have left without a fight. By the looks of it, she meant what she had said, and he nodded at her instructions, pretty sure she could have told him to do anything and he would have done it. Completely entranced by her and closing his eyes for a second as he lips grazed his, he followed the rules. He pulled back, took another greedy swig of the drink and then chuckled lightly. "I'm terrified of heights." He pointed to the window behind her and admitted, "I insisted to have the bed furthest from the window because I can't look out without feeling like I'm going to fall out of the tower." In hope that his biggest fear was a good enough secret, he used his free hand to dance over the back of her exposed neck and pull her to him for a kiss.

It was sweet, and undemanding, and Roman relaxed again contentedly before he pulled away. "Your turn," he grinned, pushing the bottle into her hands and propping himself back against the frame of his bed with a pillow. abbie-fletcherhp

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Roman heard the mechanical sound of Callie’s leg brace well before he saw it, and he couldn’t help but let a cheeky smile erupt onto his handsome face as he saw her limping down the infamous green bank of the Hogwarts grounds. Happy to see that she was in good spirits, the...

Roman's concerned face cracked into a mildly amused smirk as he watched his friend tense up after he had offered to fetch her a stool when they were in the classroom. Frankly he would've preferred to sit rather than stand in the swelteringly hot greenhouses too, and so had half-thought he could swing himself a seat too. Roman's nature was that of a Good Samaritan, he couldn't help it and didn't mean anything at all by his offer to help. Still her expression bugged him, and he shrugged his shoulders lightly, adding simply, "Suit yourself." He still intended to get a seat for himself though.

Hopping down from the wall, Roman stood next to the Slytherin, his eyes taking in the marks on her face but his lips not uttering a word. Deep down he knew that something was wrong with the girl. Having always been very sensitive to the emotions of others, Roman couldn't help but admit that he had always struggled to read Callie- a fact she would no doubt have been thrilled to know. Her guards were always up stronger than anyone else in the castle, and Roman had been trying to work out why for some time now. He wanted to help her, if he could; even though it was none of his business. The male watched as other students began to pad down the hill from the castle lazily, in no rush to grace Madame Sprout with their presence. With a small smile she greeted Roman and Callie and ushered them in. Dropping his bag into a desk near the back of the room, Roman poked his head interestedly into a large pot on the table and wrinkled his nose at the smell of it. "Urgh I think something's dead in there," he commented, backing away and taking a deep breath of air before closing his eyes.

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She had never been indifferent to Roman, but she certainly hadn’t considered this, and for that reason it excited her. She had spent much of her life planning ahead, and though it made for an organised life, it also meant for an ordinary one. Roman presented her with an opportunity to do something out of her comfort. She got up to help him in clearing the glass to one side, and then took the hand he’d held out to her. Was she really doing this—and with Roman? They couldn’t stand one another, or so she’d thought. She bit her lip but could not keep from smiling. “I am tired,” she said, with a shrug of her shoulders. There could be no mistaking the suggestion in her voice. She kept her gaze trailed on him, even as she led him up the staircase.

Abbie stopped just before his dormitory with her hand paused upon the handle. She looked to Roman for reassurance, and felt that much more self-conscious for it, but it didn’t stop her. She shook her head and laughed then. “I just can’t seem to shake you off, can I?” 

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He raised a hand to run it through his hair, following her up through the winding staircase of the tower to his dormitory. A small smirk spread across his lips as she mentioned being tired, Roman himself had to admit that after their make-out session on the couch in front of the fire he could happily nod off to sleep himself. Instead, he placed one hand on the small of her back, and reached past her to open the door of the dorm. In that moment he no longer looked like the cocky teenager that taunted Abbie in the corridors or tried to embarrass her.

He stepped alongside her and into the fairly messy room which he shared with three of his friends. Thankful they weren't to witness his clumsy movements as he pushed a load of clothes from his bed, he sat himself down on it. "If you want to shake me off all you have to do is say," he chuckled, watching in her in the doorway. He rolled onto his belly and looked under his bed, hands finding an unopened bottle of firewhiskey. "Or you can come over here," he suggested, patting the bed, shooting her a cheeky grin and waving the bottle at her, "and help me with this." abbie-fletcherhp

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As she draped herself over him Roman instinctively placed his hand on her leg and took a long swig from the bottle. If there was a time to get out and shake this bizarre experience off as drunken antics then now would be the time to stand up and tell her that she wasn’t in her...

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Roman Warren was not in the habit of getting drunk and making out with people in public places, but with Abbie's lips moving gently against his he couldn't help but forget that they were in their common room. The fact that they were surrounded by their friends and fellow Gryffindors didn't even enter Roman's mind; all he knew was the feel of the girl's waist on his hands and the smell of her hair and the movement of her lips on his.

He wasn't sure how long they'd been in their own little bubble for, but all Roman knew was that he wasn't ready to get out of it. Her whisper brought a smile to his lips and he nodded slowly before replying, "It was definitely ok." Her second question was barely out of her mouth before Ronan nodded again and moved off the couch, foot kicking the empty bottle of firewhiskey on the carpet. He sighed before picking up the glass bottle and placing it out of harms way so nobody else stood on it, thoughtful that way, and extended his hand to Abbie.

If he could have had his way he would have made he stay exactly where she was, and laid next to her and kissed her in front of the fire all night, but the rabble of some of the other Gryffindors told him it was less than ideal. "We can go to my dorm if you want to," he suggested with a small tone of caution, not wanting to force her into anything. "My room mates won't be in for hours," he assured her, pointing to the males sat around a table watching yet another game of Exploding Snap.