"How much do you suppose the Hogshead strippers make in a year?"
Evie, Amar, Louis, and I are all studying together in the library early Saturday morning. We all look at Amar who's chewing on the end of his wand casually, "I mean; if I was to drop out of Hogwarts right now and become a stripper, would I make more money if I was to stay here and get a real job?" He looks at all of us and we all burst into laughter.
"Amar in a thong? Never thought I'd want to see that till today." Evie jokes.
"That's the only kind of underwear I wear baby. Why don't you drop the ginger and we can go take a look." Amar winks dramatically at Evie and we all laugh again.
"I dunno, have you seen the ginger recently? I mean look at him. A crop top and fuzzy unicorn pyjama bottoms top thongs any day." Evie turns to me and kisses me deeply, her hand dropping down to my crotch.
Evie pulls away from me but she leaves her hand on my thigh, going back to her notes like it's nothing. It's definitely not nothing.
"When are we brewing amortentia again?" Evie says as her hand creeps towards my dick, she starts to slowly palm me through my pants and I do my best to ignore her.
"Monday, fifth period. Here's hoping that you two smell each other. The potions classroom is too small for all that awkwardness." Louis says.
"How do you even know what someone smells like? Like the different components of it?" Amar asks. He's moved on from chewing on his wand to chewing on his pencil.
Louis leans over in his chair and inhales deeply right beside Amar, "Well you smell like a fucking dumbass so if I smell one of those in my potion I'll know it's you."
Amar swats at Louis and they start talking about different scents and shit. I can't focus on what they're saying though. Not with Evie massaging my dick the way she is.
Two can play at that game.
While she is distracted by Louis and Amar's argument I reach my hand down and squeeze her thigh tightly. She looks at me and smirks, her hand still massaging my crotch slowly. Once she goes back to her notes I move my hand from her thigh to the waistband of her pants. Thankfully we are sitting so close that our thighs are touching and it makes it easy for the both of us to tease each other.
My fingers dip into her pants and I start rubbing small circles over her panties. Evie moves her hand from my dick and grabs onto my thigh tightly, like she's bracing herself for what's to come.
"Oi Freddie, what colour are ghouls eyes again?" Louis asks me, oblivious to what is going on over on this side of the table.
I move my fingers into Evie's panties, my thumb now directly on her clit, "Green, same as their skin." I answer as I start to draw slow circles with my thumb on Evie. The grip that she has on my thigh tightens but other than that she shows no sign that it's affecting her.
This goes on for a little while longer, Amar, Louis, and I bouncing questions off of each other while Evie tries not to moan or let on to what I'm doing to her. When I realize that one of her legs starts to shake, a telltale sign that she's close, I take my hand away completely. I look at Evie as I put my thumb in my mouth and lick off all of her wetness. The look on Evie's face is priceless. I can tell that she's very annoyed with me for not letting her finish but she's far too turned on to care as much as she should.
"What's wrong with your face dude?" Louis says to Evie.
She looks flustered for a moment then regains her composure. "I'm just tired of studying. You wanna come on a walk with me Ricky?" Evie looks at me with one of her eyebrows raised.
"I would darling, but I've got to study."
Evie pouts, "You're really going to make me walk all by my lonesome?"
I peck her cheek, "Sorry love."
Evie huffs but she gets up and heads out of the library. I watch her leave, with a smug look on my face. She's wearing a pair of my flannel pyjama pants and my quidditch jumper that has WEASLEY 3 knitted into the back. Seeing her wear my clothes is one thing, but seeing her wear my name... Christ, maybe I should have went on that walk. I lean back in my chair so I can see her till she turns the corner.
"What the hell was that about?" Amar asks.
I look back at my friends, "I don't think you two want to know." I shrug.
Louis's face scrunches up in disgust, "Oh god! In the middle of the library? I'm an arms-length away! And you gave Al and Scor shit for getting it on in the shop!"
"That's kind of hot though," Amar says. Louis looks at me, his eyebrows furrowed together and his forehead all wrinkled, "I mean, getting your partner off in public? Hot as fuck dude." Amar reaches over the desk to give me a high five but he pulls away at the last second, "That wasn't the hand that you were using was it?"
"No."
"Okay good." He reaches back over and gives me a high five.
"Where did she even go?" Louis asks me.
I shrug, "Probably to finish what I started and change her panties."
Amar laughs and Louis scrunches his face up again, "I've really got to start learning to mind my own business."
We go back to studying, trying to shove as much information into my brain before the end of term as I possibly can. I know that Dad never got the best grades when he was in school but he's crazy smart. And Mum was always top of her class. Me, being the first of their kids to take their OWLs... there's a lot of pressure to get at least straight E's if not O's.
Evie comes back about half an hour later. Recently, her friend helped her put braids in her hair, and it looks gorgeous. They hang all the way down to her ass when they aren't tied up in a big bun on the top of her head like she has them in now.
"Feeling better?" I say to her.
She comes over to me and whispers in my ear so that the others can't hear her, "You're going to be fucking yourself for a while, Weasley, teasing me like that." She sits down gracefully and picks up her pen, getting back to work.
An hour before the lunch bell is supposed to ring, Amar tosses his pen across the table, "I'm done, good night and God bless." He then lies his head on the table. Louis pats Amar's head a couple of times but he doesn't stop copying notes out of the transfiguration textbook.
"Hey," Domonique says, plopping herself down in the empty chair beside me.
"You look like you haven't slept in years." Louis points out.
Dom smirks at her brother, "Et tu ressembles à un garçon amoureux de son meilleur ami. Est-ce celui-là?" (translation- and you look like a boy in love with his best friend. Is this the one?) She juts her chin out towards Amar, who looks just as lost as I feel. Louis's ears go pink but he doesn't say anything back to her.
"You can talk French to me all day, darling," Amar says in a dream-like state.
Dominique glares at him, "Je vais vous couper les orteils et les donner à mon chien." (translation- I'm going to cut off your toes and give them to my dog.) She says whatever it is that she said in a way that sounds like she's flirting but I know Dom better than that.
"What'd you want?" Louis says.
"I need you lot to cause some sort of distraction. Fireworks, dung bombs, those custard pie things from the shop. Anything you've got in your pockets." Dominique looks at me, "What the fuck are you wearing?"
I look down at my pants then back up at her, "Pyjamas?"
"Jesus fucking Christ." She grumbles, "Whatever, can you do it or not?"
"Why do you need us to do something like that though? Don't you always have at least four dung bombs on your person at all times?" Louis asks her.
"Because I can feel that Lucas is about to ask me if I want to be promised to him or what fucking ever and..."
"And you're scared of commitment?" Louis interrupts his sister.
"Je vais te casser en deux comme un baton," (translation- I will break you in half like a stick) Dom seethes. She turns to me, "Come on unicorn boy, do this for me and I'll owe you."
"I was going to do it for you anyways, but now that you've said that... what about a half-ounce?"
"A half-ounce? Sure, that'll be eleven galleons, one sickle, and twenty-five knuts." Dom stares at me.
"You said I owed you a favour for doing this. The least you could do is give me a discount."
"That is the discount."
"That's what I give you all the time when I buy a half-ounce off you."
"Exactly. You're getting the friends and family discount. If you want, I can charge you what I charge everyone else? Eighteen galleons?"
Dom and I stare at each other for a while. "I'll knock off the sickle and the knuts this time."
"That doesn't make sense because just one of the dung bombs in my bag costs a sickle' twenty-one. And if I'm going to cause a big distraction I'm gonna have to use a lot more than one."
"What the fuck is going on?" Amar whispers. Actually, whispering isn't the right word. He says it in his usual voice but he makes it sound all raspy.
"Two business wizards duking it out." Louis says, "Come on Freddie, just blow up the library and get it over with. You were planning on doing it anyway."
I look back at Dom, "It'll cost me three dung bombs and five whizbangs. Dung bombs are one sickle twenty-one, and whizbangs are 9 sickle, twenty-four. You want me to do this for you? Knock off two galleon, seven sickle, and three knuts off your price."
"How the flying fuck did he manage to figure that out so fast?" Amar whispers.
I watch as Dom does my math in her head, double-checking that I'm right. "Fine. But this is the only time you're getting it for cheap Fred. I'm serious."
"Course. Pleasure doing business with you. Good luck on your NEWTs."
Dominique and I shake hands, "Good luck on your OWLs. Flitty always has at least three trick multiple choice questions on his exam. Be smart."
Dom stands up from the chair and cracks her back, before she leaves, she looks at Louis, "Tu as de la chance qu'il ne le soit pas Veela. Tu pues l'amour non partagé." (translation- you are lucky he isn't a Veela. You stink like unrequited love.)
"Why do you have to say that kind of stuff? Just mind your business. Tu pues comme ça aussi, mais je n'ai rien dit. Qui est Dominique? Teddy?" (translation- you stink of it too but I didn't say anything. Who is he Dominique? Teddy?)
"Mange de la merde." (translation- eat shit.) she spits at Louis before storming off.
I look at Lou, "What was all that?"
He gives me a look that means, 'I'll tell you later.' And I let it die off.
"Best pack your things if I'm going to be doing this. We're going to have to be quick." I say shoving all my notes and things back in my bag. Everyone follows my lead, though I can tell that something is off with Louis; something big.
Once everyone is ready to go, I take out all the things that I'm gonna be using. With my zippo lighter, I light one dung bomb and roll it across the floor into a corner of the library. As soon as it goes off I light a whizbang and toss it towards the opposite side of the library. My friends and I start to head out of the library as the whizbang screams and pops in the air.
"What in Godric's name?" Madam Pince says from her desk.
I light the other two dung bombs and drop them beside me. Before they can go off, however, I light another whizbang and toss it over to where Dom is pretending to be surprised by the commotion.
Right before we get to the door of the library, I light and set off two more whizbangs. Madam Pince is now running around the library trying to find the source of it all, other students are casting bubblehead charms so that they don't have to breathe in the stench.
"Oi! Pince!" I shout. She turns around to look at me. I smile wildly and make eye contact with her as I light the final whizbang and throw it in her direction. It goes off right in front of her face and flies off to a different part of the room.
"Fifty points from Gryffindor! And I'm telling your head of house Mister Weasley!" Pince screeches. She throws a bit of chalk in my direction but my friends and I run out of the library before it can hit one of us.
"You cocky bastard. You could have gotten away with that." Amar says, a smile on his face.
"What's the point of causing chaos if no one knows you're the one that did it?" I say with a smirk.
Dominique comes running out of the library, bits of parchment sticking out of her backpack, "Meet me tonight so I can give you that half gram. You owe me eight galleons, twelve sickles, and twenty-two knuts."
"See you after dinner then? Text me where."
Domwalks off, she stops before she turns around, "Thanks, guys."