**A/N** hello! Sorry this is super late, it's been a day girl! Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this chapter and are prepared for the sheer chaos that is right around the corner as the kids head back home for the Easter break! Not to spoil anything but yikes. I'll see you all next weekend with at least one but hopefully two or three new updates!
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"This is really creepy Leah,"
Ash has been helping me drag things down into the chamber of secrets all day. It's pretty musty down here given the fact that the last people down here were 12-year-old Uncle Harry, Aunt Gin, and Uncle Ronnie kins. I don't think that Aunt Mione ever made it down here but I could be dead wrong. Don't quote me on that.
"It's not creepy. It's aesthetic." I say to my girlfriend as I nudge my shoulder into hers and walk over to the skull of the old basilisk. I thought it would be fitting to have the drink bar by the gaping mouth of this old beast.
"I love you, I love you so much. But this shit is creepy." Ash says as she starts handing me bottles of booze out of the bag that she was carrying.
I laugh and shake my head, "I dunno, it's sort of... sexy."
"If you think for one second that I'm going to fuck you with the skeleton of a huge ass snake in the room you've..."
I look at her over my shoulder with a smirk on my face and she rolls her eyes and does her best not to smile, "Okay it's probably gonna happen tonight."
"It's so happening tonight. Have you met yourself? One shot of fire whiskey in your system and you turn into the horniest person I've ever met, and my sister is Cassiopeia."
Ash laughs and hands me a few more bottles of alcohol, "If I wasn't a horny bastard I wouldn't be able to keep up with you. What's with the Weasleys and sex? You, Cassie, James, Freddie..." she starts to list all of the very sexual Weasleys that have been at Hogwarts and I have to turn around and kiss her to get her to shut up.
What was supposed to be a cute peck turns into Ash pinned up against the wall and me pretty quickly. I use my one hand to hold her arms high above her head so she can't touch me, as my other hand roams her body.
Ash smiles against my lips, breaking the kiss. I pull away from her and let go of her arms so she can wrap her arms around my neck and play with my hair, which by the way, has gotten way out of control and it looks less like hair and more like a lion's mane. Mum sent me some products for it in the mail a few weeks ago cause her hair gets just as big and curly if she doesn't take care of it but I haven't bothered with anything. I've got grades, a girlfriend, and quidditch to worry about.
Ash tugs on my hair a bit and I sigh just to get her worked up.
"No I – darling I'm not trying to turn you on, my rings are stuck in your hair." Ash laughs."
"Your rings are stuck in my – OW FUCKING SHIT!" I cry out as Ash tugs on my hair a lot harder than she did before. Her hand comes free and she shows me her rings. Two crystal ones that she's made, one I gave her, and the matching one that we have together.
"Sorry darling," she pecks my cheek and pulls red strands of my hair out from her rings, "Maybe you should get a haircut."
I scrunch up my nose, "I'm not an undercut lesbian."
"I'm not saying undercut! I'm saying a few inches. It'll be easier to handle cause I know how much you hate your hair."
"I want to look like Merida from Brave. Cause how sick would that be? Hair down to my ass flying in the wind behind me as I play quidditch? Iconic."
"What does that make me eh? The bear?"
I laugh and go back to the half-finished drink bar. I look around the room once, making sure that the lights, speakers, and shitty little decorations are still where I put them before I start taking the rest of the bottles out of the bag, "I wouldn't say you're a bear love."
"You better not say that I'm a bear or else it's fight on sight."
"What time is it babe?" I say to her as I finish up the bar area. I turn around and Ash is nowhere to be seen, "Ash?" I take a few steps forward and peek around the snake-shaped pillar that is blocking my view of the statue of Salazar Slytherin.
My girlfriend is standing right in front of it, staring Salazar down with her hands on her hips. I walk towards her, my heavy footsteps echo off of the stone walls. I stand beside her and look at her before turning my attention to the big stone carving of Salazar himself.
"Rowena had a pretty crown, this fucker has a whole shrine." She says.
"Diadem."
"What?"
"It wasn't a crown, it was a diadem."
Ash looks at me, she has a twinkle in her eye, a telltale sign that she's amused, "Is your Slytherin ass really trying to tell me, a Ravenclaw, what the founder of my house left for the world?"
"Yeah. And it was a diadem."
Ash nudges her shoulder into me playfully, "A diadem basically just half a crown, bloody pillock. It's a crown."
"It's a fancy word for a tiara then. Your founder left you a bloody tiara and said good luck and god bless."
"I don't think you're allowed to talk. Your founded created this," Ash gestures to the entire room, "and did some next level dark magic so that no one could change your common room password to something other than evil blood purist shit."
"Really went in there hard eh?"
"Can we get out of here now? Go back up to my room, get dressed for this big fucking party your throwing tonight?"
I take her hand in mine and we turn away from the big sculpture of Salazar Slytherin and out towards the entrance, "I'm gonna stop by the Hufflepuff common room and get Theo to braid my hair. I'll meet you in my dorm?" I say to Ash as we walk out of the bathroom and down the corridors.
"I can braid your hair for you, you know that right?"
I shrug, "I know, but it's Theo's thing. They love doing it and I haven't seen them in a bit."
"You're bloody fantastic with kids you know that?" Ash says with a smile.
"Kids? Theo's fourteen." As soon as I say that I clutch my hand to my chest, "Christ, they're fourteen."
"You good?"
"I'm so old."
Ash screams with laughter, "You just turned seventeen! You're not old at all!"
"My younger sibling is fourteen! That makes me... not fourteen!"
"I bloody fucking hope you're not fourteen or else this," she gestures between the two of us, "Is disgusting."
"Go get your hair done you, bloody weirdo, send me a paper airplane when you're done and I'll come meet you." Ash kisses my cheek.
"A paper airplane? A text is so much easier?"
"But a paper airplane is more fun."
I roll my eyes and she kisses my cheek again, "I'll send you a text. Love you," I say to her before she leaves.
"Love you too Weasel bee." Ash turns and leaves, heading towards the Ravenclaw tower. I watch her leave like I always do. Not in a perverted 'let me stare at her arse' kinda way, though that may play as a factor. But to make sure that no one bothers her. Not like she can't take care of herself because she totally can. I just am very aware that we are in a very out and open woman love woman relationship and there are a few people that go to this school that don't support us.
Once Ash turns the corner I turn around and head into the basement where the Hufflepuff common room is. The Puff common room is almost, if not harder to get into than the Ravenclaw tower. Both the Puffs and the Ravens are very strict about who can get into their common room and who can't. Whereas the Gryffindors and Slytherins really don't care who or what walks through the door.
Normally, I go into the common room with Darcy and Pia so that I have a genuine invite and no one inside can get mad that I'm casually strolling into their space. But now that I know the password I'm not that worried that someone is going to come for my neck.
In the basement, I go over to the big barrels that hide the entrance to the common room. It's basically just a nook on the right-hand side of the kitchens doors. The password is the easiest one out of all the passwords in this school. I take my wand out of the back pocket of my jeans and tap it on the middle barrel in the tune of Helga Hufflepuff.
So basically,
Tap. Tap. TapTapTap.
The old wooden door pops open and I grab the handle and pull the heavy door the rest of the way open.
Instantly I'm overwhelmed by the bright light seeping into the room from the glass ceiling and the fresh air. I get a few nasty looks from some Hufflepuffs working at the plant bar but that stops pretty fast when Theo calls, "Leah!" from the other side of the room.
They're sitting on a sofa with Gilbert, Lucy, that Oscar kid, and their partner Josie.
"Oi, do my hair for me. I've got a thing tonight."
Theo scrunches their face up, "Can I come to this thing?"
"Seventh years only."
"Cause it's in the chamber of secrets?"
Them and all their friends laugh but they all stop when they look at my annoyed face.
"Do my hair and I might steal you a spine bone from this thing that's in where the party is that's totally not a basilisk." I say to my sibling.
Theo moans and groans but they get up from their seat and together we go to the other side of the common room so we have some more privacy.
"Your hair is a mess," they say as I sit down on the ground in front of the sofa that they're sitting on now.
"Seems like that's the verdict."
Theo starts to part my hair straight down the middle of my head, then they put half of my hair in an ugly ponytail so that it doesn't get in the way, "Did you hear that Uncle Fred proposed to Auntie Em?" Theo says once they're about halfway done the first braid.
"He what!?" I nearly shout. I try to turn around to look at them but they hold my head still so I don't mess up my braid.
"I'm pretty sure it's unofficial. But I heard Darcy talking with Cass the other day and apparently, Auntie Em sent him a letter explaining that she wants to marry Uncle Fred and because – stay still Ophelia christ – because Darcy doesn't really like Uncle Fred she wanted to make sure that it was okay with him first." Theo takes the rubber band that I was holding and ties it around the bottom of the braid.
"So you're telling me that you and Cassiopeia had drama to share and you didn't share it?" I ask them, "Also, is Darcy really about to stand in the way of Auntie Em and Uncle Fred's happiness right now? I didn't bring that fucker back to life for them not to get married and have a kid or whatever."
"You brought our uncle back so that he could have a kid with our parent's best friend?"
"Did I stutter?"
I don't have to see them to know that they rolled their eyes, "Anyways... I heard Cass say, and don't quote me on this cause I don't really know the context, but she said, 'You have got to stop blaming my uncle for the fact that your parents split up. I'm sorry and you're going to hate me for this but we all know that your mum never loved your dad the way she loves my uncle.' And Darcy went off. I don't think they're talking right now."
For once, I'm at a loss for words. I always knew that Darcy wasn't a fan of Uncle Fred floating around the school everywhere and talking with students. But I just thought it was because he was helping people pull pranks and Darcy has always been on a straight arrow.
"That's... fucked dude."
Theo sucks on their teeth, "I know. I dunno. If Darcy says no he doesn't feel comfortable with it or whatever, then I really don't think that Auntie Em will say anything. It'll just be it. She won't marry Uncle Fred."
"That's some bullshit. How can he not see that his mum is so desperately in love? And to stand in between something like that when you're literally about to graduate Hogwarts and move out to start your own life?"
Theo finishes off my other braid and taps my head a couple of times to signal that they're finished, "I would talk to Cass if you want the actual story. Don't take what I said to heart hm? I could have read the entire situation wrong."
"I don't think you could read that situation wrong Theo. That's pretty fucked up."
Theo sighs, "Okay well. Have fun tonight wherever you're going. Even though it's totally not the chamber of secrets."
I smile and roll my eyes before standing up from the ground and ruffling up their hair, "Have fun tonight. Just not too much fun, unless you have some dragon bladder condoms or something."
"Leave it to you to make it awkward." Theo rolls their eyes, "Get out."
"No manners. Who raised you."
"The same people who raised you to get all up in people's business apparently."
By the time I leave the Hufflepuff common room and go into the Slytherin common room on the other side of the castle the thought of asking Cassiopeia what she was talking about with Darcy has completely left my mind. Five students, none of which are in seventh year begged me to tell them where the party is happening tonight. That and a bunch of seventh years coming up to me and asking me for the password because they've forgotten it.
"What are you wearing tonight?" Cass asks when I walk into the dorm. Sacha and Cheryl are finishing their makeup in the mirror and chatting about who they plan on making out with tonight so they're not really paying attention to what Cass and I are talking about.
I look my sister up and down. She's wearing black skinny jeans, a pair of my boots that I grew out of years ago, and a black lace corset. Which means her tits are practically touching her neck.
"Definitely not what you're wearing that's for sure. Probably just some jeans and a tartan? It's the chamber of secrets, not a five star hotel."
Cass shrugs, "Don't judge me for what I'm wearing. Some of us are trying to get laid tonight."
"See? I don't have to try."
Cass scrunches up her nose, "Gross."
"You're the one that started it."
"Whatever. Hurry up and get changed so we can all go down there." Cass says. She looks at her bed but doesn't sit down. She just stands there awkwardly.
"Have you forgotten how to sit or something?" I say to her as I change my quidditch jumper for a black tank top and an orange and brown tartan button-down.
"In this corset? I don't think I can sit down."
I shake my head, "I'd never do that. Chose looks over comfortability? Like when Mum always tries to get me to wear a dress. Pants are just so much better."
"You're really wearing an orange tartan with your orange hair?" Cass looks me up and down instead of responding to my comment.
"Your tits are really touching your neck right now."
She rolls her eyes, "Mine wasn't mean."
"Mine wasn't either!"
Before it can get bad, someone knocks on our dorm room door. Cheryl opens it and Ash comes in.
God, when I say I love this woman with my entire being. I mean I love this woman with my entire being.
She's wearing a pale pink skin-tight dress with white fishnet tights. Her hair is pulled up into a big bun on the top of her head but I can tell that she did it in a rush because there's a bunch of whispy hairs around her face that have fallen out. Her makeup is done to the nines like it always is when we have parties. Covered in glitter and,
Ugh.
"Hi beautiful," I whisper to her as she makes her way through the room and presses herself against me.
"Hey beautiful," she whispers right back to me.
Cass clears her throat, "Let's go. You can't be late to your own party."
I interlock my fingers with Ash's and kiss her hand. I find it hilarious that Ash's friend gives her fake nails all the time despite the quidditch regulations. Which I mean, is funny in itself but she makes sure to keep two nails on each hand super short so she can still, ya know.
Chandler and Theseus are waiting for us in the common room. If I looked anything like Theseus looks like now when I saw Ash, I'm genuinely surprised that no one laughed at me. This boy looks like someone just told him that he one a million galleons.
"Fuuucking hell," is all he can manage to say as Cass goes over to him and pulls him down for the most passionate kiss I think I've ever seen.
Chandler comes over to me and puts his arm around his shoulder, "You sure that we're not going to get in shit for having a party in the bloody chamber of secrets?"
"Not like the professors here know how to get down there. Bloody how many years was the basilisk just chilling down there with no one clueing in?"
Chandler, Ash, and I leave Cass and Theseus to their snogging session and head out of the common room and into Moaning Myrtle's bathroom.
"Oh! More students coming in and out of my bathroom!" Myrtle cries as she sees the three of us, "Here to poke fun at sad, dead, Myrtle!"
Automatically I roll my eyes, "I was here like two hours ago and didn't say shit to you Myrtle."
Myrtle wails and screams, "It's always the redheads! First those twins years ago, then that ghost, and now you!" She wails and twirls around in the air four times before flying into the nearest toilet stall.
The three of us stand there in silence for a second before shrugging off whatever the fuck just happened and heading into the chamber itself.
"Chan Chan get the music started please and thank you. I'll get the lights." I say once we are in the main bit of the chamber.
"What do I do?" Ash whispers into my ear all seductively.
I turn my whole body to look at her and kiss her hard with a lot of tongue.
"You," I whisper, pulling away from her. Her lipstick is already a little smudged and I know for a fact that by the end of the night I'm going to be wearing more of her lipstick than she is, "You my love, go get yourself a shot eh?" I wink at her before leaving her alone to get the lights set up and turned on.
Hayloft by Mother Mother blares from every corner of the room. So loud that the floor under my feet vibrates. There's not a chance in hell that the entire castle can't hear it. I plug the final plug into the very, very long extension cord and the room is full with dark green lights and a few strobes.
Chandler comes over to me, grabs my face with both of his hands and presses his forehead against mine, "YOU'RE FUCKING MENTAL!" he shouts. Even though he's shouting I can barely hear him.
"WE'RE GOING DOWN IN FUCKING HISTORY FOR THIS!" I shout back which makes him laugh.
Maybe like a song and a half later and the entire seventh-year student body is in the chamber of secrets, drinking and dancing like I've never seen people dance before.
Ash hands me a shot and I down it without hesitation. She smiles and I think she says something before dragging me into the middle of the room which has turned into the undesignated dance floor of the night.
Slytherin parties are always the best. And not just because I'm usually the one that plans them. But they are. It's just fact. Hufflepuff parties are usually themed, lots of drinking games, lots of weed, and really upbeat music all the time.
Ravenclaw parties always have a dress code, and it's usually a suit and tie. Think of those masquerade balls that you see in the movies, then put it in the Ravenclaw common room and instead of princes and princesses it's Hogwarts students drinking really expensive booze.
Gryffindors are just bat shit crazy. At least four people get in a fistfight at any time of the night. Furniture gets broken. Last time I went to a Gryffindor party I woke up on the roof of Uncle Charlie's hut by the forbidden forest, cuddling a raccoon.
And then. The unofficial kings and queens of Hogwarts parties. Me... sorry. Us. Slytherins. We throw them all the bloody time so we've pretty much perfected it. There's a lot of hard alcohol. Gryffindor runs on beer where we run on tequila shots. There's a lot of hard drugs. It's not a secret that lots of Slytherin kids come from rich families and rich families mean hard drugs. Coke seems to be a fan favourite and it's one of the main reasons I don't want Annie and Theo around when I throw a party. There's also a lot of sex. While we play drinking games with love potions just us in our common room, we do it at our parties too. You're just as likely to see someone having sex than you are seeing a fist fight.
I'm not trying to be biassed but I mean I totally am biased. Slytherin parties are the best.
There's no real point in even trying to have a conversation with anyone tonight. Not that I want to take my attention away from my girlfriend's ass pressed against me, grinding to the beat of the music pounding through the entire room.
It's sweaty, gross, a total drunken mess and I've never been happier.
That's a lie. My first kiss with Ash is hands down the happiest moment of my life.
But having a party in the bloody chamber of secrets?
Iconic.