CHAPTER TWNETY SEVEN
(suicide, slight sexual themes)
THE STONE WALL DO THE WEST WING were colder than usual, their chill radiating into the dimly lit corridor. Lyra's hand pressed firmly against Élodie's waist as she backed her into a shadowed alcove, far from the prying eyes of students rushing to their next class. Her heart thrummed with exhilaration, fueled by Élodie's quiet gasps and the intoxicating scent of her perfume.
"You've been driving me mad all day," Lyra murmured, her lips brushing against Élodie's neck. The other girl let out a soft moan, her fingers clutching at Lyra's blue as if to keep herself steady. A color she wore support the beauxbox girl.
"Lyra," Élodie whispered, her voice shaky but inviting.
"Shh," Lyra hushed her with a smirk, tilting her head to press a lingering kiss just below her jaw. Élodie's moans grew louder, echoing faintly in the emptiness of the corridor, and Lyra felt a surge of satisfaction. She moved her hands up Élodie's torso, deftly undoing the first button of her shirt.
"You're so beautiful," Lyra said, her voice a low rasp as she continued, her hands working methodically. Élodie's cheeks flushed a deep pink, and she tipped her head back, her eyes fluttering shut as Lyra's lips found her collarbone.
For a moment, it was as if the world outside their little corner didn't exist. The oppressive weight of classes, exams, and the lingering buzz about the first task melted away. It was just them, hidden in the shadows, wrapped in each other.
But then, a sharp intake of breath shattered the moment like a glass dropped on stone.
Lyra's head snapped to the side, her silver-like eyes locking onto the figure frozen a few feet away. Harry Potter stood rooted to the spot, his green eyes wide with shock and his jaw hanging slightly open. Glasses like always slightly askew before he pushed them up to his nose to really believe what he was witnessing .
"What?" Lyra drawled, her voice dripping with sarcasm and irritation. She didn't bother moving away from Élodie, though she subtly shielded her from Harry's view with her own body. "Never seen two girls kissing before, have you, Potter?"
Harry opened his mouth, then closed it again, clearly at a loss for words. He glanced between Lyra and Élodie, his face turning an impressive shade of red.
Élodie, mortified, quickly pulled away from Lyra, fumbling with the buttons of her shirt. "I—I should go," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Lyra reached for her, her expression softening. "Élodie, wait—"
But the girl was already slipping past Harry, her head down and her steps quick. The sound of her hurried footsteps echoed down the corridor until she disappeared around the corner.
Lyra turned her attention back to Harry, her expression darkening. "Nice going, Potter," she snapped, crossing her arms over her chest. "You've got the subtlety of a Hungarian Horntail."
Harry's mouth finally worked. "I—I didn't mean to—"
"Spying on people now, are we?" Lyra cut him off, stepping closer to him. Her tone was sharp, but there was an underlying edge of anger, of defensiveness. "Or were you just hoping to get an eyeful, you pervert."
"Im not a pervert !" Harry said quickly, his face still red. "I—I just came around the corner and—"
"And decided to stand there gawking like a div ?" Lyra interrupted, her voice rising slightly. She took another step forward, forcing Harry to back up against the wall. "What's the matter, Potter? Too much for your delicate Gryffindor sensibilities?"
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