The Founders

Chapter 52

The two weeks of Easter holidays flew by as Kyra resumed going to the DADA library.

She found all her blankets and cushions in exactly the same position that she had left them in, but had to carry back piles of books which she had taken to her room. She and Alexander had decided that, if they were going to train themselves and others, they would need more space than just a bedroom for it.

Although none of the others were back yet, Kyra, Alexander and Grace spent most of their days in the library, where Alexander began to train them in spells which he had been taught.

Kyra had also brought Alexander down to the kitchen almost immediately after returning to the school in order to layer protective charms around the entrance. Kyra's hope was that there was now certainly no other way of forcing the entrance open except through using Kyra.

The temperature slowly rose, becoming wet and mild and windy; dark clouds would sweep in from the mountains, drenching the sodden ground, and then suddenly watery sunlight was streaming down from the sky.

This meant that the ground was still too sodden to play quidditch, and the weather was so unpredictable that the few times that they did play a three-man game, they came in soon after, soaked. Alexander was always the last one to admit defeat, insisting that they could still play in the middle of a thunderstorm.

"For goodness' sake, Alex, I can't even see my middle finger to tell you to fuck off with," Kyra yelled at him one particularly wet afternoon, clinging on to her broom and squinting through the rain streaming down her face.

Sitting in the Slytherin common room that evening, Kyra propped her feet up on Alexander's lap and leaned her head on the arm rest, her wet hair falling off the end and drying. Grace was having a hot shower to ward off an incoming cold, whereas Alexander was still in his wet and muddy flying robes, having only used a drying spell on himself; Kyra had insisted that he sit on a towel so as to not ruin the upholstery.

Kyra lay there, practising wand movements for the rope spell that Alexander had consistently used on her in the past. It was a tricky flick of the wrist and she couldn't quite get the precision of the movement.

"It's a flick, you're not conducting an orchestra," he teased, flicking her ankle and leaning over to guide her wrist.

She gave him a glare, trying again. "Did I ask? I don't think I did," ; she gave him a slight kick, flicking her wand. Ropes suddenly shot out of the end and she gave a cheer, before watching them wrapping themselves around her own ankles. She frowned down at them, wiggling her feet, which were tied together in Alexander's lap. "That seems counter-productive."

"Oh, I don't know," Alexander said, sliding his hand up her leg and giving her a wicked smile. "There could be some upsides."

She snorted, ignoring the feeling of his palm on her calf and then thigh. "Like what? If you're feeling horny then, unfortunately, I can't help you," she gestured down to where her legs were being held together.

With a grin he waved his wand and the ropes disappeared. "Fair point," he murmured as he placed her feet onto the sofa and leaned over her instead, one knee between her legs. His lips were an inch away from hers and she could feel his breath brushing her jaw as he moved his lips down to her neck, not touching her.

He lifted her arms above her head, so they were leaning over the edge of the sofa, and flicked his wand; ropes wrapped around her wrists, securing them together.

"More effective that way, no?" he asked her matter-of-factly, his mouth beside her throat. She didn't answer right away, too busy with trying to breath evenly.

"I think you have a thing for sofas," she eventually breathed out, her chest rapidly moving up and down.

"Oh my God, MY EYES," suddenly rung out from behind them. Sitting up hurriedly, Alexander rolled off her and stood beside the sofa, trying not to laugh, revealing Grace standing at the foot of the stairs and shielding her eyes. Kyra tried to sit up, but her hands were still tied above her head.

"Shit, Alex," she half-laughed, her face burning as she struggled.

"Sorry, sorry," He removed the ropes with a wave of his wand and pulled her up, his dimple showing. Grace came into the room and flopped into an armchair, glaring up at them where they stood meekly, trying not to laugh. They looked like teenagers who had been caught by a teacher.

"I think we need to lay down some ground rules, you two," she warned, shaking her head and playing into the parent role. Kyra knew that she was going to get so much shit for this later.

Kyra flopped back onto the sofa, and threw her head back.

"All I can say is thank fuck Oscar and Kat are coming back tomorrow," Grace laughed.