House Himbo
Gooseprickles rose along Victoire's skin beneath her robes as she descended the stairs to the dungeon for Potions class. It's because it's always thirty degrees below stupidly fucking cold down here, and not because I'm remembering the way Salvatore Rookwood was looking at me in the library the other day, Victoire told herself.
She entered the classroom and hated the pang of disappointment that she felt when she noticed he wasn't at their bench yet. She knew she should be relieved she didn't have to spend a second longer in his company than necessary, but she wasn't. Even though he was an utter ass.
Professor Peacock strode in and began class immediately. Victoire wondered where Salvatore could be and almost felt concerned before she realized he probably wouldn't think twice at her absence and shrugged the feeling off. Just then he walked into the room late, muttering some excuse to the Professor before seating himself. Victoire's traitorous eyes widened in surprise and alarm as she took in cuts around his face that weren't there yesterday. He ignored her attention, not even sparing her a glance.
When Professor Peacock finished explaining that day's assignment, Victoire set to opening her textbook while Rookwood gathered their materials. They worked in silence, which Victoire found awkward. He seemed to be in an even pissier mood than usual - not that he was ever a ray of sunshine, but his anger was even more tangible than usual today.
"What happened to your face?" Vic asked, knowing the blunt question lacked finesse and not caring. He was a straight-shooter; maybe he'd appreciate her not beating around the bush with her questions.
He looked at her for the first time, evidently not liking whatever he saw in her eyes. "Nothing that concerns you."
Now that she had his attention, she wanted to keep it. Fuck knows why, but she enjoyed their banter and would rather be under his skin than ignored by him.
"What crawled up your ass and died?"
He tensed, his left fist curling as he sprinkled crushed root of asphodel into their cauldron. "Is being a nosy pain in the ass a Ravenclaw trait, or just a you thing?"
Victoire smirked. Her poking worked - he was acknowledging her, and his bite was better than his broody silence. "Maybe it's a Libra thing. It's my birthday soon."
"I'll be sure to get you a fucking muzzle as a gift, then, baby."
She threw him a hateful look before starting to chop the next ingredient for their potion. "Are all Slytherins pricks, or is that just a you trait?"
A small smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth, and Victoire felt victorious at the sight. "It might be a Slytherin thing." His smirk faded all too quickly as he added, "But at least Slytherins know enough to stay out of others' business and not ask too many questions."
Victoire arched a brow at that, but before she could press his buttons any more, a spot on his robes caught her eye. "Is that...dried blood?"
He looked down at the spot on his sleeve that she pointed to and smiled, though it held no warmth. "Yeah. It's not my blood, though, so don't worry your pretty little head about it too much."
A small jolt of fear raced down her spine at that. What the hell did Salvatore get up to that he'd have fresh cuts and blood on him? She hadn't noticed any other students' sporting cuts from a fight.
"You think I'm pretty?" she deadpanned, pretending like she wasn't slightly afraid of him.
He turned to her, his brown eyes cold and unfeeling. "I'm no good for you, baby. So I suggest you stop panting over me. Be a good little girl and stay out of my business, if you know what's good for you."
Anger and disbelief flooded Victoire's body like nothing she'd ever felt before at his insinuation. Panting over him? Hardly. Fuck him and his mood swings - why did she even bother talking to him in the first place? She felt like adding a few more cuts to his face, but decided any more energy spent on him would be a waste. Besides, his egotistical ass would probably accuse her of being in love with him if she so much as opened her mouth again. So she resolutely ignored him for the rest of the class and vowed to not say another word to him for the rest of the year if that's how he wanted to play it.
***
"House of himbos, mamma's coming for you!!" Jade called as she made her way down the dormitory stairs.
"Maybe don't yell about us sneaking out to Gryffindor tower, yeah?" Victoire said, smoothing out her skirt. She wore a miniskirt with thigh high boots and a mockneck bustier top.
Jade giggled. "Fine. But you can't keep me from my himbos! There's nothing I love more than a huge, muscled man absolutely without two brain cells to rub together to even create a spark in his gorgeous, empty head."
Victoire snorted. "I somehow don't remember the sorting hat ever singing a song about Godric Gryffindor wanting only the most himbo-ish men for his house."
"No, but I feel like Doja Cat might have a song about that..."
Victoire laughed; Jade introduced her to muggle music over the summer as she was muggleborn, and she quickly became entranced with the strangeness of it.
They crept through the halls, trying to sneak around while Victoire cast a silencing spell so the clinking of their heels wouldn't sound out and attract attention. They reached the portrait of the fat lady and gave the password Kit provided, and the door swung open to unveil raucous laughter and loud music pumping through the room. They made their way inside the cozy room, taking in the sight of the red sofas, threadbare rug, and tapestries. The room was packed, and Vic spotted Kit Stone predictably surrounded by multiple girls. Gryffindor had won today as prophesied by the arrogant assholes, which only added to girls' interest in Gryffindor's star player.
Victoire looked at Kit with amusement as two girls sat on his lap and fought over which one's turn it was to feed him a cauldron cake next. He met Victoire's eye and shouted, "TWA!" over their bickering, nearly knocking them both on their asses as he stood to greet her. He pulled her into a hug, lifting her off her feet slightly as he towered over her. He was at least 6 and a half feet tall.
When he finally set her down, she introduced Jade to him, who ogled like she'd just met the supreme himbo of them all.
"Nice to meet you, Lady Jadey," he said, pleased with his own cleverness as he gave her a slight bow to compliment her new nickname. Jade looked as though she might pass out from the thrill of it all, and promptly excused herself to go get some butterbeer.
"Congratulations on your win," Vic said. It was a great match, and though she hated to admit it, Kit was damn good at his position.
"Thanks," he grinned, running a hand through his flaxen hair. "I'm glad you came tonight. What changed your mind?"
"I made the mistake of telling Lady Jadey over there about the invite and she wouldn't let me rest until I agreed to come," she said, noting Jade was already cozying up to a muscled Gryffindor boy who looked all too happy to cozy right back up to her.
Kit gave her puppy dog eyes as he cocked his head to the side. "Come on now, Twa. Don't deny part of you wanted to come here to see me, too."
"You're right. Part of me wanted to take you up on that offer of finding a new nickname for me. Because 'Twa' is seriously horrible and I'm not sure I can tolerate it much longer."
He smirked, biting down on his bottom lip as he took her hand. "Let's mull it over with some butterbeers, then."
***
After two butterbeers and laughing with Kit, Vic decided to end the night there. She definitely did not expect to have so much fun with Kit Effing Stone, but he was easy to be around. They laughed easily together, and his lighthearted company soothed the Teddy Lupin shaped ache in her heart that she'd been trying to pretend didn't exist anymore.
As she left the party, she signaled to Jade that she was going and Jade assured her she'd find her way back alright alone, as she wasn't ready to leave yet before proceeding to continue making out with some hot Gryffindor boy. Jade came to have a fun final year and wasn't messing around, and Vic silently applauded her friend for living her life to the fullest.
Kit kissed Vic on the cheek before she left, and she lingered on his sparkling blue eyes a moment longer than she normally would have before turning to go. She'd almost made it back to Ravenclaw tower when footsteps told her that someone was approaching. She panicked, completely freezing up as the footsteps grew closer. Apparently, her body chose to stay and fight whoever was approaching instead of fleeing as she should be.
"You shouldn't be out of bed, wandering the halls at this hour, Weasley."
The familiar voice soothed her at once - of course, Link had told her he'd be patrolling this hallway tonight as per his prefect duties. She walked towards him, relief etched into her face, though his remained impassive.
"You scared me. I thought you were a teacher," Vic breathed.
Link raised a brow, his serious expression making him look as authoritative as any professor. "You think you're above punishment now, do you, Miss Weasley?"
Victoire's cheeks blushed despite herself as Link kept his cool mask up, stepping closer to her until barely any space separated them at all.
"Come with me."
She followed him into an open classroom, and he cast a silencing spell around them as he closed the door. Anticipation made Victoire's heart beat erratically, her breaths coming in uneven.
"I warned you you'd be punished for breaking the rules," he said, coming up close to her once more.
"Yes," she breathed, aching for him to begin.
He ran a hand through her hair, brushing it out of her face as he looked at her in her party clothes hungrily. "Do you want to be punished by me, beautiful?"
"Yes," she panted, her tone a plea.
He wrapped his hand around her hair, twisting it so that he had a firm grip on her. He placed a soft, sweet kiss to her lips completely incongruent to the firm hold he held on her. "Yes, who?"
"Yes, sir," she replied, and he stuck his tongue in her mouth again as they shared a sloppy, wet kiss. She kissed him eagerly, needing to taste more of him, needing more of his touches. He pulled away, stepping forward until she was forced to back up against the teacher's desk. He released his grip on her hair, lifting her legs up and placing her on the edge of the desk. He stood between her legs as they made out, and his hands slowly made their way up her legs until they were under her skirt.
He slid his finger down the middle of her pussy through her panties, causing a moan to escape her lips. "Quiet," he demanded despite the silencing spell. She bit her lip to prevent another moan as he began rubbing around her clit in slow, deliberate circles. He kissed her, swallowing her sighs of pleasure as he slid her panties to the side, finding her pussy wet for him as he pumped a finger within her. She gasped, and he soon put two in, her pussy clenching around his fingers as he used his other hand to continue playing with her clit. She couldn't contain her moans anymore, and just as she was on the edge of orgasm he withdrew his hands, sucking on his fingers.
"Only good girls get to come, Miss Weasley. Perhaps you'll remember that for next time. Get back to your common room."