Audette didn't stand a chance at sleeping after the cataclysmic night in Hogsmeade.
A symphony of golf clapping was owed to Severus Snape for interrupting possibly one of the most romantic moments of her life.
Draco Malfoy was her boyfriend, and all she desired was to lay in his arms.
She found herself cycling between tugging her comforters up to her chin only to toss them off with her face on fire. The rest of the female inhabitants of her quarters were not helping, ranting in agitated enthusiasm and conversationally elbowing her for information.
Pansy sat on her trunk in a very complimentary black nightgown, crossing her thin legs and eyeing down Audette with her half-moon chocolate eyes, "You have two of the most reputable Slytherin boys dying over you, and you were spotted holding hands with Draco Malfoy in Hogsmeade. What's next Audette? Clearly we've underestimated you."
Daphne Greengrass nodded her head slowly, "I just can't believe you got him on a date."
Audette wasn't paying attention. Instead her mind was elsewhere, replaying new information like a hamster on a wheel. I've waited five years for this moment...Had he really? Because that changed everything.
"I need a minute," Audette tossed her bedding and paced back and forth down the aisle which divided all of their beds. In her trailing white nightgown and feathery slippers she drove her hands up into her messy blond hair.
She wasn't ready to announce in that instant the news of her confirmed relationship with Draco, as it would only serve to open an entire can of squirming worms that would keep her there for an hour answering all of their needy inquiries.
Instead, she had a bigger problem; she was still very high and seriously considering galloping off to his bed for naughty reasons that would not reflect well on her. She fanned her flushed cheeks at just the idea of holding her new boyfriend without the chaste separation of clothing.
"We should remain and rest until no longer inebriated, then reassess this life-altering decision," T-T wrapped his arms around her neck sleepily, causing the sensation of sewing needles to prick at her skin where his claws dug.
The magical bear was right; going over there would mean winning and losing her bet all in one night, and it would mean the same for her dignity.
It would mean ultimately defiling any lingering graces of the very personal connection she'd shared with Theodore, but it wasn't as if he hadn't already done so on his end.
Unfortunately the only person who's opinion she was truly interested in had passed out in his bed.
Guy was arguably dead to the world, already snoring in a mannerism that was sure to see his mouth clogged with his stray socks any minute. It was as if a chainsaw had been left rumbling in the far corner where his sloppy bed was located, clothing flung all about, his rump bent up at an odd angle for sleeping in his pink boxers.
"What has you so on edge? Are you falling in love with Malfoy already?" Pansy asked in a slithery tone, her hooded gaze ticking back and forth on Audette as she marched around like a blind soldier on the tarmac.
Yes.
Audette stopped before Pansy, chewing on her glittery pink nails, "Have you ever noticed Malfoy had starry eyes for me in the past? Is that true?"
Pansy stood soundlessly and turned her back to Audette, who just went on with her rounds with the expectation she'd been disregarded.
A sudden slap on wood brought her attention back around, noticing that Pansy had thrown some sort of tiny leather satchel onto her own trunk top.
Pansy crossed her arms, the corner of her mouth curling skywards as it always did when she was not only right about something, but about to enjoy the magnitude of revealing it somehow, "Honestly Bellarose, do you need binoculars to see something five feet away? It's been right in front of your face for years."
The gargle and splutter of Guy hanging out of bed like a lanky elastic sent everyone into complaint mode under their breaths, until Millicent took charge and finally smothered him with a pillow.
The leather around the satchel's borders was worn, the package inside obviously a stiff set of sheets indicated by the manner in which it's binding slid back and forth in Audette's hands. She unbuckled the strap to find hundreds of printed photographs.
Of course; Pansy had a large camera which she often carried around with her to capture people's indecent or vulnerable moments, claiming it as "candid artwork."
Other times however, the camera was tossed around the Slytherin circle during events, producing a trail of evidence that they were in fact human just like the rest of the school; possessing friendships, romances and partaking in social activities.
Audette combed through the first two dozen which were mainly awkward snapshots of the Polaroid's victims from around Hogwarts.
"Skip to the cottage weekend in June 1995 - you recall at Zabini's private island, when Nott brought you for Malfoy's birthday," Pansy dryly cooed, appearing far too pleased with her album.
Finding the section wasn't difficult as it was the summer between their fourth and fifth school year. Pansy moved onto Audette's right side, Millicent squishing up against her left only to wheeze noxious breath into the bubble.
The weekend's photos of the log cabin commenced appropriately with Goyle passed out by seven in the evening and hanging drunkenly over a railing, the sun setting in the distance. More pictures of Goyle's hideous drooling face up close...Audette tried to ignore images of people being barged in on while trying to urinate, of Montague streaming through the main floor with nothing but an oven mitt over his privates.
She didn't remember the weekend being that boorish, but then again she'd been drinking for the first ever occasion.
"Here, here, slow down," Pansy stilled Audette's eager flipping of the glossy cut outs.
They'd arrived at a mildly decent section in the package; moving group photos. People sitting around in arm chairs, laughing and playing games.
She watched herself stand from a love seat where she'd been wedged next to Theo happily, sporting a surprisingly short pink dress and a wine bottle. Her skin was sunburned and her bright hair tangled.
"Ugh," Audette tried to flip the page, embarrassed by how ratty her younger self was presenting after swimming all day, but Pansy flattened her hand on the stack, turning her face into Audette's.
Her brown eyes hardened, "You're. Not. Looking. Stop worrying about your hideous mug and check the surroundings."
With a deep inhale she evaluated the photograph once more; Crabbe eating chips in one chair, Theodore chatting with Adrian and clinking beers, Audette standing and giggling with the wine, and staring right at her a few seats down with his chin in his palm, was Draco.
Visions of the weekend crept into her prefrontal cortex at a languid and uncooperative pace. Draco was not sunburnt because he'd refused to swim, hiding instead below the shade of willow trees at the edge of the lake. He was in an expensive obsidian sweater much too large for his thin frame, hiding below the hood with glassy orbs as if he'd rather be elsewhere.
His eyes remained magnetized to her as she moved around in the center of the room.
She tossed pages aside with renewed understanding. Each and every animated photo, no matter who he was speaking to or what he was doing, he was always watching her, appearing to especially skulk in situations where she was paying Theo attention.
How could she not have noticed his public gawking?
Audette's hand trembled when she found a particularly heartthrob image.
In a wobbly disaster her younger self blundered into the moving frame that was clearly meant to capture multiple boys partaking in a drinking game with levitated cups. Audette stopped with a gaudy grin, stumbling on the spot and straightening her petite summer dress in front of the distracted boys, her chin raising up to the sea of bobbing alcoholic bombs.
Her eyes were shiny and watery, her innocence resplendently extraneous.
Upon spotting her, young Draco reactively walked up and hugged her sloppily, as if making the mistake of hesitating even a second would result in backing out. Beer spilled onto the hardwood flooring from a bottle in his fingers, barely missing Audette's backside.
It was so perfectly pedestrian. Audette had laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck just to waltz him in a drunken circle like the tiny kangaroo of energetic chaos she'd been during that party.
When they rotated around in the photographic video she quickly noticed that his eyes were shut, his arms were squeezing her waist a little too tightly, and his face was buried deep in her hair; every inch of his body language was full of longing and desire. In the background, Blaise could be seen shooting Adrian a telling look of concern.
Then fourteen year old Audette had pranced away carelessly, oblivious to the depressive crash splashing across fifteen year old Malfoy's face in her abrupt exodus.
"Can I keep this one?" Audette asked quietly, watching their younger selves spin in a messy pirouette over and over.
"You recognize now that you're a complete idiot. It's probably too late to procure anything meaningful out of him, but you'd might as well win your bet," Pansy snagged back the cluster of photos, then rudely flicked the requested one into the air so that Audette had to scramble around to pick it up from under Guy's dirty bed where it finally landed.
Shivers ran across every inch of her skin, undulating from her ankles up to the back of her neck as she turned the photo over once more.
His pale blue eyes filled her vision, always watching - now that she looked back on the years that had transpired. She on the other hand had viewed him as a friend - a handsome friend at that - but not one that held romantic possibilities.
As a teen Draco had been comical and distracted, frequently seeking the next opportunity to cause chaos and bully the weak. Like many others, Audette thought of him as the class clown of Slytherin, but now a deep and complex man was emerging.
Audette couldn't handle the racing of her cranial madness any longer. She billowed out of their private quarters down the winding staircase, watching her slippers as they pattered against every stony tread.
To hell with the dare, to hell with any of it. He was rightfully hers now, and the past was forgotten.
She held up the long train of her pearly gown with both hands, inhaling sharply at the promise of seeing him. Her hair hung in gorgeous, loose waves at the sides of her arms, her eyes feral in the candlelight of the stairwell.
Making it all the way to the eighth level male balcony she was rambunctiously struck with terror at the sudden arrival upon his doorstep.
She paced like a madman, back and forth on the mezzanine that overlooked the common room below.
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Audette could hardly control her breathing; it was ragged and unreal. She sucked in oxygen past her teeth, imagining if she went inside that the most uncouth of acts might occur.
What did it matter?
Would it be so unimaginable?
Pressing open the heavy doorway she was greeted by five, half-dressed Slytherin men all crowded together. The light in each of their eyes was ambrosial as she opened and shut the access, leaning up against it to bury her arms behind herself anxiously.
She phased out, running her eyes down her boyfriend's stony abs for the first time.
A sharp whistle sliced through the air like a knife, drawing her eyes upwards from where she'd just been creeping. Draco was waving his hand, sporting tented eyebrows and catering to the amused judgment permeating around the room, "Audette? Earth to Audette - we're trying to change in here, you savage."
Ignoring all of the other nearly naked boys, she pelted across the room directly into his arms, relishing in the fact that he was shirtless and smelled amazing. Her arms wrapped around his neck and her body pressed hard against his.
"Might I sleep with you tonight? I can't help myself," she requested with an achingly lusty voice, burying her nose under his chin.
"What did we say about Edwardian dresses?" Draco stood there making a total jest of it all, patting her lower back mockingly and gesturing to his friends where she could not see. Low snickers ebbed around the quarters, insinuating that he was probably making fun of her eagerness. He pulled away from the embrace to whisper against her ear, "You know which bunk is mine. Go on, sweetheart."
She ran to the side of his luxurious bed and unzipped her night gown, then pulled the heavy garment off her body, "I haven't broken my word." It fell in a heap of dapper materials around her ankles.
In the brisk air of the male accommodations she turned her face to stare over her shoulder at Draco in nothing other then her matching green bra and panties, letting her dress slip away to the hardwood. All of the boys solidified on the spot, watching her undress with dopey eyes and raised eyebrows.
"Okay, fuck off the lot of you," Draco started to shove them with very little success at deterring the ogling. Low howling began to erupt with ape-like guffaws that suggested only one thing.
Audette crawled half-naked into Draco's incredibly comfy bed, just hardly catching a discordant conversation he was partaking in with Blaise through his open curtains.
"...very lucky, with or without those archaic dresses she's extremely fine, and she fancies you, obviously..." Something, something, then "...planning to sleep with her?" Blaise smirked handsomely, his chocolate eyes pinching with amusement.
"Yeah Malfoy, when you dig her out don't forget to kiss and tell," Goyle added from where he'd hung back on his elbow in his bed.
Audette actively forced her ears to spring off her skull like the searching antennas of an old box television, peering between the inch of view she had between Draco's green curtains, but it wasn't much help sadly.
"...like those dresses in an odd way...not just fine, she's super cute...can't obviously right now though, she's real blitzed," Draco scoffed under his breath, his toned arm struck out against Blaise's bedpost as he conversed. Audette found herself mesmerized by the muscles rippling under his skin as he pushed into the pole.
Blaise tossed his green tie to his feet, "Nott's a seriously pretentious prick, I'm sick of his...Don't let him hold you back, he's already done that for years." His ochre eyes leveled on his friend, seriously, earnestly.
Silence, for a few seconds, as Draco evaluated the situation.
"She's...my girlfriend now, as of tonight. I'll be the judge of when the..." Draco's voice pivoted low, and Audette sat forward eagerly. His shoulders bounced as they spoke, he swung his long hair to the side, and the way that he held himself captivated her entirely in that moment.
"About time," Blaise's creamy voice approvingly noted, dropping his pants as if there wasn't a snoopy girl spying a few meters down, "Does this mean all bets are off? It's over either way."
They both turned to peer at her critically over Draco's arm. She held her head high as if she hadn't heard a word, her eyes skittering away to the side while falling back stiffly into the bedding.
Draco growled something under his breath before dropping his arm.
"...worry about that, I'll have my cake and eat it too. Catch you in the morning," he reached out his hand and Blaise grabbed it. They shook hands ardently and parted.
Then he was at the bedpost casting sly looks at Audette as he finished undressing before her, "You realize you're a terrible eavesdropper."
He dropped his dress trousers to the ground and stood there smirking crookedly in only his black boxer shorts, darting his eyes back and forth to her while folding his clothing with care and ensuring it was added to his trunk before he came around and joined the bed.
Her lips parted as she scanned her eyes down his firm body. Draco was extremely fit; slender by every measurement, but his body was tight, toned, and his pale skin flawless. For a second she felt insecure, wondering if she truly was "fine" enough to meet his standards.
He let her down right away when he crawled into the comforter and worked the pillow out from below her elbow, positioning it between them like before and shooting her a dry expression. He sighed as they faced each other, their eyes sparkling romantically across the barricade of fluff.
He chuckled when she scowled, "You didn't really think I'd take you like this - you're not sober darling. Girlfriend or not, I won't be responsible for a regrettable mishap."
Audette could hardly control the temperature of her body as she laid onto her back antagonistically, then unhooked her bra under the covers, "I never said anything about you taking me."
Draco's face flattened when he saw her extravagant bra come up out of the covers and fall to the floor. He shut his curtains then abruptly, making himself comfortable on his back as well, although the energy between them was anything but comfortable.
Tick.
Tick.
The seconds were as loud as a volcanic eruption.
They both laid there with their eyes batting rapidly at the canopy, sucking in air unevenly with only a pillow separating their bare skin. Draco cast the illusion of the starry sky once more, his breathing beginning to rattle nervously. She watched his hand wobble as he laid his black wand to rest on the bedside, his eyes lit up like crystal pools as they searched the galaxy above.
"Audette-"
"What were you-"
They spoke at the same moment only to both instantly shut up awkwardly.
"Sorry, you-"
"No you go..." Draco ran a hand through his hair, puffing out a heavy breath. He leaned off the bed and fished around on the floor, then flung a massive black sweater at her, "Just put some fucking clothes on, I can't handle it. You're making me sweat."
He drove his head back into his pillow, rubbing his face with both hands.
Audette toyed with the expensive textile of his designer clothing instead of putting it on as requested.
"You put that on right now or I'm kicking you out," he shocked her with a dark threat. Begrudgingly she yanked the fabric over her head, slipping her arms through the sleeves, fixing her long blond hair and adoring his piney scent as it wafted up through the neck hole and into her nose.
The pillow dividing them suddenly deserved to die.
Audette dug her nails into the silk of the casing and flung it straight out of his curtains. Somewhere beyond, a disgruntled gasp indicated that it'd gone right through Crabbe's open bunk which still remained curtainless.
Draco gulped as she nuzzled up against him, "You're playing with fire. The last thing we should do is risk a drunkard propinquity. You're going to inconveniently have a panic attack in the morning, Audette, and I'm warning you now I won't entertain any such nonsense." He was indeed sweaty - his skin just hardly prickling with warm moisture that smelled of a coniferous forest.
"You're my boyfriend, Draco. There is no causation for dismay to be derived from harmless debauchery," she wrapped her arm around his thin waist and drove her leg between his, and he dropped his elbows to pull her up against him. She felt him swell against her knee, his breath rasping helplessly.
"Fuck," he snarled heatedly, caving instantly to whatever desires he was attempting to diminish and making to roll on top of her.
His tongue pushed into her mouth with each wet kiss, grinding his hard cock between her legs. Before ever laying a hand on his member, she was able to determine he was not lacking in size purely from the physical reciprocation against her panties. Some sort of beast had just been unlocked as his body pressed down onto hers, and Audette was living for it.
Limbs were everywhere in a flurry of erotic chaos with only their undergarments and the forsaken sweater to divide them.
He drove his arm below the sweater under her lower back and arched her towards him, staring at her below him in the shadows. Audette ran her hand up his frazzled platinum hair to tug at his skull longingly.
"Draco..." Audette began in a hush, but before she could utter another word he retracted his hand from the bare skin of her waist as if he'd just commited a crime.
"Sorry...sorry...I'm...I don't mean to be perverse, Audette, I truly care for you," he muttered, falling away guiltily onto his side. He swallowed to cool himself down and hung his head back with shut eyes. For a few seconds it was quiet between them, only the sounds of bantering boys shouting at one another in the room to interrupt the affair.
Audette tepidly reached for his hand and guided it back up below the sweater, dancing his fingers against her ribs. She stopped just below her breast, looking seriously into his eyes with the reflection of the stars mirroring between their gazes, "Draco, touch me. Everywhere."
His eyes fluttered and his breath blew her hair away from her face as he pressed against her once more, delicately inching his fingertips up over her exposed chest to pinch at her hard nipple. He squeezed her breast, his eyes shutting in blissful, visual imagination as he groped her chest and pressed their foreheads together, "They're absolutely perfect."
Audette's spine was busy hyperactively firing from the sensation of his hot skin on hers. She let him play with her breasts for a while, before he buried his face in her neck and roamed down either side of her body to grab both of her bare buttocks harshly, pulling relentlessly at her panties as if he'd prefer to tear them clean from her skeleton.
Reaching down she grabbed his right hand, then cast his long fingers across her abdomen, down her belly button and navel, and straight into her fragile panties between their legs.
Her breath caught upon impact, and so did his, their lips hardly touching and their eyes boiling into each other's.
The second his fingers touched her privates she struggled to breath. Draco started to move in expert motion while pushing hard kisses on her lips, "Oh fuck Audette, I won't be able to stop myself much longer."
"I like how you're doing that, don't stop at all," she hushed to him, raising her knee to widen her legs for him.
"Didn't take you for the type to clean shave," he remarked breathlessly, his fingers now working in professional arcs between her legs. She began to feel a familiar glorious twist with every shift of his touch.
"There is a lot of things you know not of me," Audette hung her head back helplessly as he sent her off the planet, kissing her face and neck while he did so. Low hooting around the room suggested that she was not being discrete by any means with regard to the noises she was letting loose.
Her hand ran up along his bare arm, gliding along his body to explore his chest with her fingers as they held one another in tantric glory.
"Good girl, let it happen. I can feel that sweet heartbeat on my fingers, are you close?" Draco asked desiriously.
It was happening; she was peaking, tightening, and it was Draco Malfoy who was getting her there. She started to moan darker and heavier, pulling his hair greedily, and Draco attempted to muffle the noise by pressing long kisses on her lips. He steadied the rhythm he was driving at and she was suddenly seeing fireworks as the throbbing took off on it's own.
She dragged her nails down his rippling abs and dove straight for his hard boner under the hem of his boxers, but Draco reacted in the most shocking way she could have imagined.
Like a viper his hand shot out of her panties, clamped painfully hard down onto hers and forced her arm up and over her head.
Audette suddenly felt ridiculous and embarrassed, panting below him. He slid her other hand up as well, pinning her in place under his strong grasp, and her senses were bombarded with the delicious scent of his minty deodorant. One of her hands started to tingle like a pincushion, and her nipples grew hard in the cold air flooding up the raised sweater.
Thoughts raced through her mind unimpeded; Was his cock small? Was it malformed? It certainly didn't feel small between her legs, throbbing and pulsing against her soaked panties with heavy innuendo.
They went back to kissing, and he answered her between sloppy embraces, "Not tonight. You're too drunk, darling. Allow me to engage you with independent pleasure instead."
Carefully, he released her right arm and returned his left hand to stimulating her. His right hand shot to the headboard of his bed to violently grip the top, his face contorting with horny drive as he ground against the action happening between them.
She started to pant against his lips when the pressure built to an extreme point, and Draco inhaled sharply at the same time that she groaned tellingly in a rhythmic cry.
He pulled away from her embrace to bite down onto her shoulder, his fingers pausing in place as she constricted through her orgasm. A hot, warm ooze bloomed against the front of his boxers as he sobbed sweet misery into her hair.
It must have sounded much more extreme an event than it was, as the moment she stopped convulsing and whimpering the whole room burst into obnoxious clapping, snickering, and derogatory commentating.
"Score one for Malfoy!" Crabbe called out.
"Do me next Malfoy, that sounded like it felt real good," Montague chuckled from his new enstature in the room. The cackling in the cramped quarters took off like explosives on a war field.
Draco smirked and then slid off in a sweaty daze, staring sideways at Audette, "They'll ultimately know we didn't sleep together, if that will ease your mind."
Audette didn't quite care what anyone thought of the mysterious orchestra of lustrous pleasure ebbing out from behind Draco's curtains. She laid there with his covers up to her collarbones, blissfully stunned in the wake of what he had just done to her body.
"I'm going to shower again princess, I'll be back," he sharply stated in confirmation that he'd indeed cum in his boxers, quickly kissing her cheek then disappearing out of the bed like a fleeting thought.
She pulled his thick blankets up to her chin, grinning from ear to ear. They would never be friends again - that much was certain - and she was perfectly alright with it.
Somewhere in the deep pocket of her discarded nightgown, the adorable moving picture of them hugging at fifteen was reeling over and over, revealing their amicable connection in perfect rotation.
Together, Draco and Audette presented a delightful combination of bantering, controversy and humour. It was easy; it had been magnetically easy from the very beginning; she, the proper aristocrat, and he, the wicked, refractory Noble. They had been friends immediately, then suddenly not because of Nott. Somehow over the years they had routinely failed to establish a romantic portal until that very annum.
Now that she thought of it, they'd always been more than friends, it had just been forbidden as he'd pointed out, and Audette had simply ignored the pre-existing chemical madness shared between them.
She smiled and snuggled into his lush pillows and fluffy mattress. He was a wonderful realization of cosmic exactitude, which left her drifting away into euphoric dreams in his expensive bed. The imagery of the galaxy above caught her eyes continuously as she shifted around, eager for him to return and hold her.
Afterall, why settle for a friend, when one can possess a lover instead?