Questioning
Professor Peacock droned on about Blood Replenishing Potions and Victoire found her concentration waning as Salvatore put his hand on his knee. His outstretched leg meant that the movement made his fingers brush against her own leg, and she made no move to draw herself away from the accidental brush; her skin alighting at the mere hint of his hands on her again. His hand moved to her knee instead, running along her inner thigh beneath her skirt. She cast him a nervous glance and he didn't so much as look her way; sporting his typical bored, haughty look as he pretended to listen to the lecture. Or maybe he was listening, because as he ran his hand along her center through her panties, he answered a fucking question of the Professor's out loud.
Vic threw him an incredulous look, angry for nearly drawing attention to the fact of his hand beneath her skirt, though they were in the back and quite well covered. Evidently, Professor Peacock didn't notice anyway as he declared, "Excellent, Mr. Rookwood. I'd be glad to hear more from you in class. Ten points to Slytherin."
She threw him a dirty sidelong look, her annoyance with him at choosing now to be an active participant in class mingling with her desire for more of him. She bit her lip and struggled to keep her face impassive as his thumb circled around her clit lazily. He withdrew his hand when the lecture was over after torturing her for several long, heavenly minutes with a cocky expression that told her he knew how desperately she wanted him right then. She breathed in deeply, scrambling to find the right page for the potion they were supposed to be starting on now.
"You can act all swaggering and dominant if you'd like, Salvatore," she started in a low voice for just him to hear as she set to work chopping ingredients. "But you showed me a part of you the other day that I'd like to see more of."
Salvatore smirked in an infuriatingly smug way. "You talking about my cock, baby? Maybe if you ask nicely I'll let you suck it again."
Victoire threw him a look of pure disgust in response. "See, what the fuck is that about? Why do you act like that when I know there's a side to you that's..."
"That's what, exactly? Not a complete bastard?"
"Well, yeah," she answered.
He snorted humorlessly. "Maybe you're projecting something onto me that you wanna find there. Maybe I've shown you who I really am from the start. You didn't seem to have a problem with me when I had you on your knees for me that day in the forest, practically begging for me to punish you."
"Fuck you," she hissed. "Why are you trying to go backwards with me? After that night in the Room of Requirement, I know this is all some weird defense to try to keep me away from the side of you I saw that day. I want you, Salvatore. Even this swaggering bastard version of you that pisses me off to no end. But I want you to stop hiding that other part, too. I wanna know him, because I know it's a truer version of you than what you keep trying to convince me and everyone else of."
Salvatore was quiet, unsure whether he should fortify his defenses and hurl enough hurtful words towards her to keep her away for good, like he felt he should do; or whether he should just let her in considering she kept hovering over the threshold of his heart, threatening to enter with or without his consent. Fuck, even he was tired of his own mind games. This girl kept haunting him like his own personal ghost. If she didn't know what was good for her, far be it from him to stop trying to protect her from him. Maybe he could let her into his heart, considering she'd been threatening to beat down the door from their very first Potions class together. But there were some boundaries he had to keep up for her own good, no matter how much she questioned him.
He looked into her navy blue eyes, brimming with emotion he swore no one had ever shown towards him before. He didn't trust himself not to mess up his words, so he compromised by pulling her face towards him and giving her a kiss. Not like the heated ones they'd shared as a precursor to other physical activities; but a kiss for the sake of showing her what he didn't feel he could articulate.
He didn't take his eyes off her, even as Professor Peacock took five points from both their houses for kissing during class.
"If I have to compete for you with those other dumbasses you hang around, then throw me into the fucking ring, baby. I'm gonna make you mine."
"It's not some competition for my heart, Salvatore," she said, hesitant to word what she knew must be said next. And before she could, Teddy Lupin strode into the classroom.
"Sorry to interrupt your lesson, Professor. But I'm here on official Ministry business, and I need to speak with Victoire Weasley."
Victoire forgot how to breathe, not expecting to see Teddy despite knowing today was the date of the questioning. Professor Peacock excused her, and she rose out of her seat noting how Salvatore glared at Teddy and how Teddy glared back. It must've been no accident that Teddy chose to interrupt her Potions lesson to come speak with Victoire - he must've wanted to get a look at Salvatore and size him up.
She ducked out of the classroom, Teddy following behind her, striking an impressive figure in his Auror robes. He took her into an empty classroom in the Dungeons, casting silencing spells and locking the door around them. He directed her to sit on a wooden chair in front of an empty wooden teacher's desk, which he leaned against.
"You know, you're kind of intimidating while you're on duty," she teased, but the sentiment was honest. His arms were crossed, his buff arm muscles bulging. But the softness of his warm, light brown eyes were caring as they searched Victoire's face.
"I'm glad to hear it. I have a lot of little punks to deal with today, and it makes my job easier if they're a little afraid of me."
Victoire looked up at him from beneath her lashes. "Teddy, there's something I need to tell you. I know you're here because of what I told you about Salvatore, but the other day I learned something about him. He spends time in the muggle world and he knows about their artists and...I don't believe he's guilty of anything anymore, Teddy. I think I made a mistake. I'm sorry for wasting your time."
Teddy kept his expression carefully guarded, revealing nothing about how Victoire's words affected him or whether or not he he trusted her judgement. The silence that followed was strategic, Teddy waiting Victoire out to see if she'd reveal anything more. He turned from her, pacing as he ran a hand down his face, rubbing his palm against his stubble.
"I see...and you haven't found out anything more about his activities that night in the corridor? Or that day in the forest?"
The insinuation that Salvatore knowing about muggle culture wasn't sufficient evidence enough to make him an innocent party hung in the air.
"No," Victoire answered honestly. "Every time I ask him about it he deflects. But I know him a little better now, I think his whole bad boy persona is just a mask to keep others away."
"And maybe you should keep away from him, Victoire. Look, I don't know him, but his whole family were supports of Lord Voldermort. He's bound to have been conditioned into pure-blood ideals and I don't want you involved with someone who spends his time roaming the castle after hours and sneaking off into the forest-,"
"Don't you think it's kind of messed up to assume anything about him or his upbringing? Truthfully, neither one of us know anything about his home life, but just because his family were blood purists doesn't mean he shares the same ideology."
"Maybe not Victoire, but it doesn't change the other facts you've given me. He'll be questioned as well until we can either prove him guilty or innocent. What were you playing at, following him into the forest anyway?"
"I wanted to see what he was up to," she said quickly. Perhaps too quickly, because his next question indicated Teddy was suspicious of her true intentions.
"Was that the only reason?" Teddy questioned as he came closer.
Her silence that followed was all the confirmation he needed. He drew up a chair in front of her, his knees touching her own as he stared into her eyes.
"Tell me exactly what happened that day in the forest."
She bit her lip, staring into one eye, then the other. "Please, Teddy, don't..."
"I need to know, Victoire. How do I know your judgement isn't being clouded by your obvious involvement with him?"
She didn't deny the truth of her involvement with Salvatore, and felt she owed Teddy as much of the truth as she could spare, considering it was her fault he was here. "Well...I had James' cloak with me and I followed him under it. But he must've heard me trip and was alerted to my presence, because he cast a detection spell and the cloak was ripped off me and..." she looked at him hesitantly, knowing exactly how awful this was going to sound. "He bound my legs and feet together with magic."
Teddy's eyes widened, and he searched her as if looking for bruises. "Did he hurt you? Victoire, I swear to fucking god, if he laid a hand on you, I'll kill him-"
"We kissed, Teddy. We kissed and he touched me but every moment of it was consensual. Please, don't make me talk about it with you. I like him, Teddy. I like him, I like Kit Stone, I like Link Sharpe, and I like you. I feel a pull towards all of you that I will not ignore. If that makes me selfish, then I'm sorry. But I'm not gonna stay away from him unless he's proven guilty." She stood, about to dismiss herself.
Teddy looked as though she'd just stomped on his heart, evidently forgetting to hide his emotions for once. She'd reached the door already when he called out her name.
"Victoire, wait. We're not done here."
She turned to find him inches away. "I have nothing left to say."
"I do," he said. "I have to do my job. Professionally, I have to ensure the safety of people by protecting them from dangerous, dark wizards. Part of that job involves questioning suspects. And personally, my job is protect you - always. Whether I'm your friend or whatever form I'm lucky enough to be within your life, I'm always going try to protect you. I don't trust that kid or his intentions. Maybe my own judgment is clouded because I want to rip him apart for getting to touch you, but...I trust you, though I can't help getting a little overprotective when it comes to you."
He was much too close. She pressed her back against the door as he leaned in, his arm blocking against it as he leaned into her lips. She gazed up at the man she'd pined after for most of her life, desire coursing through her veins to belong to him; mind, body, and soul.
"Do you know how many times I've had this fantasy, Victoire? Of you and me alone in an abandoned classroom..." he smiled sadly, brushing her cheeks with his finger as his brown eyes looked at her with all the intensity of the emotion between them.
"Show me," she demanded in a seductive whisper, her chest pressing up against him. His eyes dipped to her lips, and he leaned in slowly; kissing her softly as summer rain. He kissed her with heart breaking softness and tenderness, his wet lips gently sucking her own as he held her face with one hand and placed the other low on her waist. Just that one kiss was better than the thousands of dreams and fantasies she'd conjured through the years of what it would be like to be kissed by Teddy Lupin.
She put a hand on his muscled chest, savoring the feel of him; of fulfilling the need she'd had for him for so many years. She pressed her tongue into his mouth, their kissing growing steadily more fast paced and needy. He ran his hands along her body, taking in her curves and scent as she explored his body, too. The wet, impatient noises of their mouths led them to undress one another, their robes coming off and Teddy unbuttoning her blouse. He pulled away from her lips only to lavish her perfect tits with attention, kissing and caressing them while she pulled him close to her.
They were left in their underwear, Victoire gasping at the sheer girth of him within her hand. He picked her up and placed her on her back on the teacher's desk for him, her blonde hair fanned out around her. He kissed her lips, then down her neck and breasts, trailing all the way to her pussy where he spread her legs and began writing a love letter to her there with his tongue. Victoire wound her fingers in his hair, moaning with unimaginable pleasure as he feasted on her. He slid a finger into her while continuing to lick her like a starved man; then inserted another as her moans grew needier. He fingered her, his cock throbbing with need to be inside her as he took in her beautiful face consumed with the pleasure he delivered her.
"I need you in me now, Teddy," she panted, pulling him over her. He pulled away from her delicious pussy, letting her know how good she tasted with a kiss as he put his body weight on his forearm, rubbing his tip against her clit and watching as she writhed in pleasure.
"You're everything, Victoire," he breathed as he put his tip in, their eyes never leaving each other's gaze. "I need you."
"I need you," she panted, gasping as her pussy stretched to fit his big cock into her. He kissed her and she moaned loudly into his mouth as he slowly filled her up with him. She let out a high-pitched, breathy whimper of pleasure and need as his entire length filled her. "Ohmagod, Teddy," she slurred, not able to think straight as he began rocking his hips.
"I love hearing you scream my name like that, princess," he groaned, his pubic pone grinding against her clit with each slow thrust. "Look at me," he demanded, and she kept her eyes open. He began to quicken his pace as they kept eye contact, her tits bouncing from the motion. He groaned at the amazing feel of her pussy clamping around his dick. Each thrust hit her in the perfect spot deep inside of her and she screamed his name as she came for him. When she rode out every last wave of pleasure, he kissed her and lifted her from the desk, putting her on her feet and bending her over it. He leaned over her, kissing her neck, biting into her shoulder in a primal, animal way as if he were marking her. He slid his cock back into her slickened pussy, thrusting at a pace that made her see stars as he rubbed her clit and began driving her towards orgasm again. His ballsack slapped against her, her ass clapping against him as they fucked like animals; releasing years worth of sexual tension between them.
Teddy leaned over her, licking her neck in the sloppiest, neediest way as she tightened her pussy around his thick length, coming all over his cock for a second time and her cries of pleasure made him reach his own release.