Chapter 11
I feel my face flush. “N- not like that!” He stutters, also blushing. “I just mean- like, there’s enough room!” he gestures wildly to the small twin bed, “-and its not like I’ll do anything you’re not comfortable with!”
He makes valid points, if only it weren’t so awkward.
I nod, “Yeah- I…” I look up to meet his burgundy eyes, “You’re right.”
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I leave the bathroom to see Adair meticulously stacking all my supplies for tomorrow’s classes. The room is dim, only lit by the light of my lamp and moonlight shining through the window beside the bed.
He looks over to me and I blush, I’m wearing a baggy t-shirt and shorts. He stands, twisting his Fleetwood Mac t-shirt with his hands. “I’m just gonna-” his face is lowered, dark hair covering his eyes. He steps up and rolls onto the bed.
He almost seems on edge as he pushes himself as close to the wall on the opposite side of the mattress as possible. I nod, and like a robot I scoot myself onto the bed. I flinch as I accidentally brush his skin with my leg.
“Hey-” Adair says, his voice small, understanding, “I’m sorry if I pushed you into this, I won’t be offended if you feel uncomfortable, I promise I won’t touch you.”
I smile, “You’re so wonderful.”
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My eyes fly open as something hits me in the chest. My eyes finally adjust to the room lit with moonlight. I realize it’s Adair’s arm.
So much for not touching me… I think ruefully.
I twist my neck around to look at him. He’s still fast asleep. His face is angelic, or it would be if his brow wasn’t contorted.
“No…” he whispers in his sleep, “I don’t want to go…”
I stroke his forehead, “shhhhh.” I breathe.
All tension leaves his face, “I’m sorry… I’m…” his breath slows as he falls silent.
I shimmy my body around so that I’m facing him, “Sleep well.” I murmur, burying my face in his neck.
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My eyelids flutter open. Adair’s limbs are wrapped around me. My face resting in the crook of where his shoulder meets his neck. One hand rests on his sternum.
I find his left arm wrapped around me, resting on my lower back, just above the waistline of my shorts.
Still groggy, I lift my upper body up a bit, only to find myself trapped in Adair’s embrace. Woken by my sudden movements, he sharply inhales, “Good morning beautiful.” He says. I look down to see him smiling up at me. “Good morning to you too.”
I lower myself back into his embrace. His arm laying across my lower back tightens around me, sending tingles up my spine.
“So I notice I seemed to have touched you,” he says.
“Mhm.”
“Do you want me to let go?”
I nestle my chin into his collarbone, “No thanks, I’m good right here.” He ruffles my hair, “You’re awfully friendly when you’re tired, huh?”
I poke him in the stomach, “Don’t test me.”
He laughs, “If you want a tickle fight, its on.”
I raise myself up into a sitting position and poke him again, “You wish.”
“Alright- thats it!” he grabs me from behind, I let out a cry of surprise. He pins me to the bed, returning my previous attack. I laugh, “Adair- Adair, stop!” He halts in his attack, the grip on my wrists and his weight pressing down on the rest of my body lessen. “What?”
I grin and hook my legs around his. “What- huh-” he says alarmed as I flip us over to rest on top of him. His eyes are wide. I lean in to where we’re so close we can feel each other’s breath. His face is tinted deep pink.
“I win.” I whisper. He manages a smile, “Oh please! I let you do that!”
But I see through his empty statement. The edges of my mouth curl.
“So I didn’t startle you at all?” I say while tracing his jaw with my finger. His eyes widen, “N-nope!” he bluffs. Pressing all of my weight on his torso, I brush the hair from his forehead and kiss him deeply, he relaxes.
But I’m not satisfied, I press down on his lips harder. His body tenses beneath me, his hands brushing my hips, then making their way to my shoulders as my tongue passes through his mouth.
He inhales sharply as I finally ease up. “Y/N…” he whispers, fingers brushing the curves of my neck. I shiver.
But I see the look on his face, a look of shock, and I turn my face away, blushing. It was probably too much. He probably feels violated, goddamnit.
“Hey,” he says, his voice is still breathy, but it’s more commanding now. I finally turn to face him. “Wha-”
I am cut off as he surges forward. He kisses me, both hands on my waist, pulling me into a sitting position in his lap. I pull my arms around his shoulders.
His lips are moving down. Now under my jaw, trailing down my neck. His gentle touches tickling the soft skin. He is at the base of my neck. Still going, he kisses my collarbone, lips parting slightly. I let out an unintelligible sound.
“Adair,” I moan, “We have to get to class.”
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“Sorry I’m late!” I tell Professor Trelawney, “Adair was taking too long at breakfast!”
She dips her head, “It’s alright dears, it must’ve been meant to be. Please take your seats.”
I sit down in my usual spot next to the window. Adair sits down in the chair behind Trelawney’s desk. “Today we will be working on palm readings!” She tells us, “Take out your books and flip to chapter twelve.”
Everyone does as she asks.
“As an example, do we have any volunteers?” she asks. No one raises their hand. She shakes her head, “Well, if no one wishes to volunteer, Adair, do you mind if I read your palm?”
He rises to his feet, “Not at all.” he says it confidently but I can tell he is nervous. His situation is extremely unique compared to everyone else.
Trelawney takes his hand in hers and stares at it. And stares. And stares. She takes forever, Adair starts looking around, making faces at everyone. Finally, Trelawney’s head shoots up. “Aha!”
Everyone jumps, startled from the sudden movement. She stares at Adair. “You…” she whispers, “your future is very uncertain, it could end in ruin or reward, but I see great passion, you shall rise from your past sorrows.”
Adair’s eyes are wide, “Uh, um… any way to tell for certain.”
She shakes her head. “My apologies dear, but there is never one future.”
Abruptly, she turns to the class, all of us dumbstruck, “Turn to your table partner and try it out!” she says.
The girl to my left’s name is Lavender Brown, she angles herself to me, excited to start with the lesson. I make eye contact with Adair. I can see the panic in his eyes.
Before I can lipsync anything to him, Professor Trelawney pulls him aside. Showing him to an empty table. I overhear some of her words. “I don’t mean to startle you, Mr. Davenport.” He smiles and responds that he understands.
I am right that Adair is her favorite, because she pulls out a bracelet-making kit and lets him play with the contents.
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Adair and I walk with Cho to the common rooms. We find Luna reading from a book with another girl sitting in her lap. She wears green shorts and high-tops, a hufflepuff uniform and her tie is askew.
Luna’s head snaps up as we enter, mostly due to Adair tripping over a coffee table next to the entrance. “I found her,” she tells Cho, pointing to the girl sitting on her lap. Cho pushes back her hair to reveal dark rounded glasses and a sheepish smile. “Alexis, what the hell?” She asks. Alexis shrugs, spilling her black glossy hair over her shoulders, “(something chaotic).”
Alexis peaks around Cho to look at Hatter and I, “Who are you two?”
I blush, “Uh, I’m (Y/N) and this is Adair.”
Alexis nods, “Are you guys staying here for Christmas?”
I glance at Adair, “Uh…” he looks at me, alarmed, “-Uh, I don’t know.” I finally say, “My parents haven’t asked me yet, so as of now, I would assume that I am staying.” Adair nods beside me, “I’m staying too.”
Alexis grins, “I’m staying too, what house are you in?” I tilt my head at that question, I know Adair attended Hogwarts before he was cursed but I never really thought about him having a house. “Hufflepuff,” he says. Aliexis gives him a fist bump, “So am I!”
We end up staying in the Ravenclaw common rooms during dinner. We ate on the roof of the tower, watching the stars. All of us were bundled up to protect from the cold December air. Eventually we end up huddling together, everyone freezing, but too stubborn to admit it.
I check my phone, it reads 11:30. I glance around, “I’m gonna head back to my dorm,” I say. Cho tells me she’ll see me tomorrow as I detangle myself from the blankets wrapped around our group. Adair is sleeping, which is amazing considering the temperature and the way the roof is leaching warmth from us. I give him a gentle forehead kiss.
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I look through my closet, frowning when I don’t find any clean casual clothes. I usually sleep in t-shirts, but they’re all being washed by the house elves currently. My wet hair drips down my neck as rummage through the drawers.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
I sigh as I slump with defeat. Then I perk up with an idea- and immediately blush. I tiptoe over to my dresser I told Adair to use for his clothes, leaving droplets of water from my hasty shower. Professor Trelawney had noticed last week that he wore the same two shirts over and over, and ended up buying him clothes.
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I stare at my reflection in the mirror. My (H/C) wet hair is still dripping. Adair’s Rolling Stones t-shirt droops down to my mid-thigh, covering my shorts fully.
“Hey, (Y/N)!” I hear Adair say. I jump, I hadn’t realized he had come back from the roof yet. “-Are you in the bathroom?”
“Yeah.” I manage to respond, my voice sounds weirdly strained. “Just a moment.” I try to wring out the rest of the water out of my hair, having noticed the wet spots all over Adair’s shirt. I let out a sigh and exit the bathroom.
I find Adair sitting on the bed rubbing warmth back into his arms. He looks up as I open the bathroom door
He makes a choking sound
“What are you wearing?”
~to be continued~