Hogwarts Harem

To Victoire's relief, Teddy wasn't riding the Hogwarts Express into Hogwarts. Teddy had come with the Potters to see off James and Albus, then he apparated to Hogsmeade afterwards, leaving Vic to enjoy the day-long train ride in the company of her friends before she'd be expected to meet with the other Prefects. 

"Victoire, mon amour!" Jade Cresswell shrieked dramatically in an awful, forced French accent.

 Vic choked a laugh, squeezing her best friend enthusiastically. "I've missed you despite your frequent offensive impressions of my people."

"Sacré bleu," Jade breathed ironically. "I've missed you too. When did you dye your hair?! I love it!"

"Thanks! Just this morning."

"Aren't you the impulsive one?" Jade teased.

"I know. Seems like a Gryffindor thing to do," Victoire said.

"Speaking of Gryffindors I'd like to do..." Jade said in a low voice as she eyed Kit Stone walking past their compartment. 

Kit Stone was one of the most popular boys in Hogwarts. He was the typical poster boy for Gryffindors - daring, confident, and stacked with muscle from being athletically inclined. He was in their year and captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. He was a beater and consequently subjected to many crude jokes by his admirers about what part of them they'd like him to beat. 

Victoire played as a chaser on the Ravenclaw team but hadn't interacted with him much outside of Quidditch. He was always surrounded by a gaggle of girls which she found irritating. Vic had too much pride to fawn over a guy like that; she thought it was a desperate look. She rebelled against it by resolutely ignoring guys like him who practically expected women to fall at their feet. 

"He may be hot, but it's not worth battling your way through the battalion of girls around him at all times," Vic said.

"Hmph. I know the unforgiveable curses are unforgiveable, but I feel like the judge would understand once they saw his bulging biceps and floppy hair."

"Jade! You're horrible," Victoire laughed at her friend's twisted humor. 

"And you're running late for your prissy prefect duties," Jade smirked.

"Shit, you're right." Vic changed into her robes and made her way to the compartment with the other prefects. She ran into her friend and fellow Ravenclaw prefect Link Sharpe on the way. 

"Look sharp, Link Sharpe," she called mockingly as he turned to face her. 

He beamed, rubbing a hand behind his head in a shy gesture. "Hey, Vic! Did you have a nice summer?"

She smiled at him in turn. Link had always been good looking, but he seemed to have been working out over the summer as she noticed the fit of his robes and stature. "It was fine, nothing special. You? It looks as though you've been hitting the gym as hard as you hit the books," she noted. Victoire most definitely didn't have a hot girl summer, but she was determined to have a sexy student seventh year. And she could do a lot worse than setting her cap at Link Sharpe.

His white teeth stood out against his tan skin, and his green eyes always held a mischievous, quick-witted quality that Victoire found irresistible. They often studied together, and if Link was open to her advances, she wondered how on earth she'd scrape together any NEWTS with him looking so deliciously distracting.

"I've been working out a bit, yeah," Link admitted in an adorably coy way. His voice was soothing and gentle, and just about everything he did had a gentleness to it that made Vic wonder what he'd be like in bed. "Did you cast an Impervious charm on yourself yet? Wilmarie Williams is going to be droning on as usual."

Vic barked a laugh. Wilmarie always spit while she talked. "I couldn't PAH-sibly imagine why you'd PLAYfully suggest such a PERposterous thing to another PREfect," Vic joked, emphasizing all her p's in an accurate impression of Wilmarie.

Link laughed. "Damn, here we are," he paused outside of the compartment. "Is access to the Prefect's bathroom really worth this?" he asked jokingly.

"Maybe not. But we'll certainly be in need of a deep, cleansing bath after Wilmarie's spit fest." 

"True," he said, a hint of a smirk playing around his lips. "Maybe we haven't been taking full advantage of the bathroom privileges."

Holy house elf. Was dear, sweet Link flirting with her suggestively?

"Perhaps not. Maybe we should explore the full scope of benefits it has to offer sometime," she replied innocently, though Link bit his lip in a way that suggested her flirtation landed as she hoped it would.

"Yeah, we should."

***

Victoire's first day back at Hogwarts, she was hit with double Potions with the Slytherins. She sighed as she made her way to the dungeon, wondering who she'd be so unlucky as to get paired with. Her question was answered soon enough as Professor Peacock paired her with Salvatore Rookwood - the nephew of the infamous death eater. Because of his quiet nature, Vic didn't know much about the guy, other than the brooding, mysterious exterior he presented at all times. He was a chaser on the Slytherin Quidditch team and Kit Stone's enemy.

Salvatore had cropped hair at the sides and longer at the top like Tommy Shelby in Peaky Blinders. He had a Tommy Shelby vibe about him, too - he was certainly a bad boy type, covered in tattoos and bruises from the fights he gets in. He acted like he hated everything and everyone - or maybe he really did. Victoire would be lying to herself if she said she wasn't wildly attracted to him.

"Okay class, follow the directions in your book on how to brew a perfect Sobering Solution to undue the effects of alcohol," Professor Peacock called.

Victoire flipped the pages in her book open as Salvatore did the same and stood to gather the necessary ingredients. 

"So," she started, chopping up a dried shrivel fig for the recipe. "You're Salvatore Rookwood."

"Yes. And?" he replied angrily.

Vic shrugged. "No need to be pissed. Only trying to make small talk."

"I don't do small talk."

"I can see that. So just...never mind."  She didn't know what compelled her to try to befriend the man who acted like a feral animal, but she quickly decided to just shut up.

"I like to go deep. To talk about real shit, and ask important questions."

"Is that so," she replied in a bored voice.

"Yes," he said, throwing ingredients into the cauldron. "Like whether or not prefect pussy means that you take it like a good girl."

She determinedly ignored his taunting, though her cheeks reddened. He was clearly an asshole, and she wouldn't be wasting any more time trying to be nice to him. But she couldn't let him think he was getting to her, she had to bite back.

"I guess you'll never know. But maybe when we're done with this potion, you can drink it. Because clearly you'd better sober up if you think you have a chance with me."

Salvatore smirked. "I wasn't flirting with you, baby. Don't go thinking you're special. I was merely thinking out loud."

"Well, when you're done thinking out loud, Ed Sheeran, go get us some more lacewing flies."

He looked as though he were fighting a grin. Victoire supposed that most people were too afraid of him to fight him back on his bullshit. Maybe that was why he was...like that. To keep people at a distance. 

"You get it. I don't take orders from people, I give them."

Vic rolled her eyes, focusing on just finishing the potion as soon as possible so she didn't have to deal with him anymore. "Fine."

But the image of his stupid, douchebaggy smile stayed inside her head the whole day.