The Founder's Missing Piece

Chapter 13: The Awkward Detention

Cécile's P.O.V.

When I woke up to my blaring alarm clock, I was lying in bed with no clothes on. Wait, I don't sleep nude. It took a couple minutes before the night before came back to me. Ohmygod, I had sex with George...I'm no longer a virgin. I didn't remember George leaving, but he didn't seem to be around. Where is he? I wondered. Then the running shower from my bathroom clicked in my head. I relaxed, not having realized I was tense in the first place. I thought he had left me and it had stressed me out. That would have been an awful way to lose my virginity; a one night stand with my best friend. It would not only ruin my self image (even more), but also ruin the only friendship I really had right now.

I had been spending more time with Cassie, Maria, and Alex, but I still didn't fully trust them. Although, I was starting to trust them. I mean, no one had found out I had stolen from that store, so they hadn't spilled that secret to everyone. That might be because it would incriminate them too though. They had helped. 

Wait, why am I thinking about Maria, Alex, and Cassie when George Weasley is in my shower? I thought to myself. I smirked mischievously, climbing out of bed and heading for the bathroom. I knocked before walking through the door and being engulfed in steam. "Hey, is there room for two in there?" I asked him flirtatiously. 

"I don't know Cécile, we may have to squeeze really close together," he teased. 

"I think we can manage."

"Suit yourself," he said, laughing. I climbed into the shower behind him and couldn't help but stare at him for a minute. I saw his shoulders flex as he washed his hair. I had never really noticed how muscular he was before...I got distracted watching the shampoo from his hair run down his back and licked my lips. "Like what you see, Foxy?" 

"Maybe," I told him, smirking. "You're right though," I said, " this is a tight fit." There was actually loads of room, but it was more fun this way. 

"Well come closer then," he said, grabbing my waist, "I would hate for you to fall out of the tub." I giggled, letting him pull me closer. The feeling of his wet skin pressing against mine made my breath catch in my throat. "Something the matter, Foxy?" He teased, kissing down the side of my neck. 

"Actually there is, George," I told him, "you haven't kissed me yet." He grinned, fulfilling my request. He kissed me so forcefully that I stumbled back a couple steps. I made a pleased sound, kissing him back. My back was suddenly pressed against the cold tiled wall of the shower, and my legs wrapped around George's waist. When he ran his hand down my side and between my legs, I hardly felt the coldness anymore, incredibly distracted by what he was doing with his fingers.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~When George and I finally got out of the shower,  we only had twenty minutes until class started. We would have to skip breakfast. It was so worth it though. I had immensely enjoyed myself. I had shoved George out the door to go get his own robes, but couldn't find my own in my mad rush. All I could find was the robe itself, so I would have to improvise. I grabbed a random skirt and top from my closet, and grabbed the first pair of shoes I could find. I adjusted the locket around my neck, threw on my Hufflepuff robe, and rushed out the door and up to the third floor for Charms. 

As I was running, I realized that my outfit was very inappropriate for school. I had grabbed a flowery crop top and a short, pink skirt. The white heels I had also grabbed weren't the greatest for appropriateness either, but none of the teachers ever said anything about shoes. I didn't have time to go back and change now, so hopefully Flitwick wouldn't say anything. 

I turned out to be wrong. As soon as I walked into class, Flitwick glared at me. Well shit, I thought to myself, of course today of all days is the day he's in a bad mood. Flitwick tended to really like me, but he didn't like anyone when he was in a bad mood. "Good morning, Professor Flitwick," I said politely, taking my seat.