Hogwarts Harem

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.