The Owlery

Faye entered the Owlery, a little distressed after what Flint had tried to get her to confide in him. She saw Scorpius and felt a small wave of relief flow through her. She smiled, "Excuse me, you know this is for letters, right?"

Scorpius turns around and smiles as he hears Faye's voice. "Really?" he asks. "That's a shame, I suppose I should probably leave then," he says sighing and walking as if he was heading towards the door.

Faye rolled her eyes and grabbed him by the arm, pulling him back to her, "Who said anyone was going to find out about this?"

"I guess no one needs to know," he says grinning down at her. He then gently walks her backwards until her back hits the wall. "Now what do you have in mind?" he whispers into her.

"I think you know," Faye teased, staring up at him, "There's not many things one can do pressed against a wall, you know..." She bit her lip and her hands slipped up his chest to his neck, where she draped her arms.

Scorpius didn't hesitate any longer. He dropped his lips to hers in a heated kiss while one arm was braced on the wall another near his waist.

Faye pressed her lips to his, smiling. She bit slightly hard down on his lower lip, her nails tracing a design on the nape of his neck. She managed to breathe out between the kiss, resting her forehead on his, "You're being a lot gentler with this wall, than the one in the common room," She teased, "It's such a nice change."

"I figured I'd show you my many levels," he replies smiling. He then places light kisses up her jaw before coming to rest at her ear. "Unless, you want me to rougher," he whispers into her ear, then pulls her earlobe between his teeth.

"Oh, really?" Faye flashed a devious smile and arched her neck as his lips touched her skin. She loved how the possibility of someone walking into the owlery and seeing them only made this more fun. She let out a small yelp, and dug her nails into his neck, "You," She closed her eyes and shuddered, "You can go whatever level you like," She replied, barely above a whisper.

"Really," he says after pulling his teeth away from her ear and smirking. "If you're sure." He lifts her body so that she is eye level with him and kisses her. His body is flush against hers and he waits in anticipation for her legs to wrap around him and pull their bodies even closer.

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Faye grinned as he lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his waist, kissing him hard. She let her hands trail down his back, almost like the night before, except she let her hands linger at the hem of his jeans. She had fun teasing him this way. She slowly slipped her hands from his lower back to his front. Her lips stayed crushed on his the entire time, her hands teasing at the hem of his jeans in the front, at one point pretending to slip to the zipper, but pulling back up instantly. She giggled against his lips, relishing in the effect she had on him.


[It won't! They have promises to wait.]

Scorpius groaned against her lips as she teased him. He pulled his mouth away from hers, "Merlin, stop," he panted. "I can't do this. I want to, but if it's like this, I can't. I can only hold back for so long if you keep pulling stuff like that," he said. He placed a light kiss on her lips then gently let her down.

"It's hard not to," Faye muttered, "It's what I do," She kissed him back, again, hating that she had promised to wait. It was harder waiting when it was a secret, because they were unable to do cute public displays of affection. She sighed, "I wish it was easier..." She laughed and shook her head.

"I know, me too," he sighs then leans against the wall. "After the gala though, we really don't have long to wait. We can, we can talk though," he suggests. "Err, tell me more about yourself."

Faye looked up at Scorpius, puzzled, "Well, um, that - that depends?" She bit her lip and sighed, "What do you want to know?"

"I don't know, anything," he says sliding down the wall so that he is sitting. He hopes that talking will give him something else to focus on. "You're childhood, pet peeves, hobbies, your favorite fruit...anything," he says slightly at loss of small talk.

Faye looked down at him, not sure if she should follow his lead. She rested her head against the wall, "Well, I'm a mudblood. I'm hated by Regulus Black for it. I keep that hidden from everyone, because people in Slytherin are apparently judgmental," She shrugged, "My favorite fruit is a strawberry," She laughed and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, "I forgot what else you asked, sorry."

"Please, blood doesn't matter. Ignore what Regulus says. As for strawberries, those could easily become my favorite fruit because of how you eat it," he says grinning up at her. "Any hobbies?"

"I like getting Regulus angry though, because he only has the blood thing against me," Faye shrugged, "There aren't many hobbies, no. I like dancing and stuff, but you probably noticed that at the rave and I don't think I can do that anytime soon...."

"What do you mean you won't be able to do that soon? We've got the gala..."

"Well, I don't know, do you want me to dance like that at the gala?" She laughed.

"I sure as hell wouldn't mind," he answers grinning. "I guess it depends on how other people are dancing. I've never been to a "gala", so I don't know what the norm is."

"I've never been to one either, but I'm guessing it'll be a regular school dance with a funky name," Faye smirked, "Which means I don't think the dancing matters."