𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐘 . 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐓

𝐋𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄.

1995;

Viola released a soft moan as his mouth traveled down her throat, his lips pulling at her skin as he nibbled gently making her hand grab a handful of his hair, her grip tight as she pulled him closer. The contact made a shiver run down his spine feeling her fingers twine through his locks, causing a low groan to escape his lips.

The sound was followed by the soft rustling of clothing as they shifted their bodies to accommodate one another. The fabric of her skirt shifted slightly as he leaned in, his leg pressing against hers.

The fleeting moment was interrupted as Pansy burst into the room. She stood in the doorway, her eyes widening at the unexpected sight before her. Her words were lost in her attempts to speak.

"I...I..." she stammered, her voice barely audible, her eyes darting around the room as she sought a suitable response.

Viola let out a heavy, exasperated sigh before rolling her eyes at his words. She then proceeded to push him away with the hand that was currently holding his hair, sending him back into his chair with a quick, almost careless movement.

"It's not a crime to knock before you enter a bedroom," Violet said in a tone that was both sharp and somewhat teasing.

The boy, whose name she couldn't recall at the moment, sprang from his seat, his tie askew and his face smeared with lipstick marks.

The boy, now clearly embarrassed, pointed towards the door, his words trailing off as he looked around the room for a confirmation of what to do next.

"You're free to leave," Viola muttered dismissively, as if she didn't care one way or another what the boy chose to do.

The boy looked to Pansy, his expression apologetic as he realized he had taken her by surprise. He moved around her, his eyes downcast, as if he was ashamed of himself. She stood there, her face twisted in disgust, as if she couldn't believe what she had just witnessed.

The boy poked his head out from behind the door. "Viola," he said, "I'll give you the key after we finish our classes, if that's alright." His words were spoken quickly, as he wanted to get out of the room as soon as possible.

Viola only hummed in response, her attention focused on straightening out her button-up shirt.

As he left, the door clicked shut behind him, leaving the room silent once more. Pansy, still clearly shocked, looked at Viola, her eyes wide with disbelief. "What was that?" she asked.

Viola's gaze met Pansy's, and she raised an eyebrow at her statement. "I don't think that requires any explanation,"

"No," Pansy shook her head, as she followed Viola around the room, her gaze never leaving hers. "I mean, what was he talking about?" she repeated, her curiosity clear in her tone. "What key?"

"Oh, that." Viola sighed heavily, clearly not wanting to go into greater details about the situation. "Well, I needed the keys to the prefect's bathroom, so I just got them from him," she said with a wave of her hand.

Pansy couldn't believe that anyone would willingly choose Ernie Macmillan as a solution to any problem.

Pansy scowled at Viola's response, clearly displeased with her choice of words. "So, Ernie Macmillan was the only solution you could think of?"