stubborn girl//tom marvolo riddle

chapter 6// a sweetness under the bitter storm

October 5th 1944. Slytherin Common Room, Hogwarts.

5:56 am

"Fuu-"

Quinn cuts Alphard's guttural curse out as she moves her lips from his neck to his mouth with a quiet giggle against his lips. After the connection he lets out a muffled sound of pleasure, making Quinn snicker even more. Alphard chuckles at himself against Quinn's lips as he pulls her in closer by her waist, basking in the heated, early-morning makeout sesh they scheduled when they almost got caught by a 2nd year together last night.

She straddles his lap on the Common Room couch, trying to ignore the feeling of his manhood rubbing against her thigh, and focuses more on making him get all riled up before breakfast, just to mess with him a bit. Alphard is enjoying the moment, as much as he is trying to convince himself to push her off so he won't get too excited before school starts.

"It's just kissing." Quinn whispers with a cheeky smile as she moves her lips down Alphard's jaw and back to the sensitive spot next to his Adam's Apple that she knows like the back of her hand after years of exploring his neck with her lips. She nips a bit before suckling lightly on the skin, secretly anticipating the delicious sounds that will inevitably pour out of his lips.

Alphard sighs and throws his head back. "Quinn..." He whispers shakily, trying to hold back a moan as she sucks ravenously on his sweet spot, like a glutton for his sounds, devouring every breath he lets out. Quinn takes his words as motivation to continue her attack on his neck and sucks even harder on his neck, sure to leave a love bite.

"Oh- oh please." Alphard groans, biting his lip to hold back anything louder that could wake up any students in their Dormitories. Quinn holds back a laugh and smiles against his tender skin, walking her lips up to his jaw and sucking there now. "Right- right- yeah there...Oh fuck." Alphard stutters out with his jaw hanging open and letting out trembling breaths.

Quinn pulls away just a couple centimeters, pecking the red blotches she made on Alphard, that will eventually turn into more scandalous, purple ones, bound to require a concealing spell. But maybe she doesn't have to tell him that, hm?

She pulls fully away, lacing her fingers together behind his neck and leaning back with a shit-eating grin on her face. Alphard's brows furrow and he frowns with an infuriated huff, thoroughly annoyed with the lack of constancy with his significant other.

"Not funny, Darling." Alphard says lowly with a begrudged expression sitting uncomfortably on his face. Quinn holds back a laugh right as the words fall from his mouth, finding the whole thing incredibly amusing. She bites her lip and shrugs in disagreement.

Though she quickly lets her bottom lip slip free from her teeth as she remembers Tom's words from a month ago; "Don't do that, only whores do that." It is a reminder of one of the many things she has gone out of her way not to do, per Tom's demand.

"It's a bit funny." Quinn whispers with a smirk, rolling off Alphard's lap and flopping onto the couch with a sigh. She starts fanning her cheeks to cool herself off, as her face is flushed deeply red from her time spent with Alphard, who is just as red if not more than her.

Alphard chuckles heartily and throws his head over the back of the couch, keeping his eyes away from Quinn as to not get all worked up again. "Yeah your right." He says, shaking his head and staring up into the ceiling.

Quinn laughs victoriously, making sure to be loud enough to properly gloat, and starts raking her hands through her hair, putting it up into a high ponytail for Walburga and Lucretia's plans to match hairdos for the day as a way to announce the addition of Eileen and Carrow to their friend group.