JULIETTE
I walked along the quidditch field. It wasn't currently occupied, so it seemed fine to walk on. I was engrossed in my mind.
This whole thing with Theodore Nott was doing cartwheels in my head. The fact he had a girlfriend, and still made an effort to flirt with me. Unless he always did that stuff.
"Who do you think is better looking?" I heard a voice ask me. I put down my book to see a dazzling pair of gorgeous blue eyes staring at me. His face propped up in his hand.
I stuttered, "Uhh—erm I don't—it's a hard decision." Why did he make me so nervous?
He smirked, "hard decision. I doubt that," his face got closer to mine, "I think you know the answer." I felt his warm breath on my ear. My stomach exploded with butterflies.
"Why would I tell you?" I replied confidently a smirk making its way onto my face. His mouth still by my ear.
"Because I'm asking you nicely." his voice was deep and velvet. I felt shivers creep down my spine.
"You." I breathed. I don't know what it was about him, but I couldn't keep it in anymore. I could barely breath.
"Hmm that's more like it" he hummed in my ear. I could feel the smirk plastered on his perfect face. "Why?" he asked, he knew he could get any answer out of me. Even if it was something terrible, or embarrassing, or something I wouldn't tell anyone.
"Well, first your voice,"I started, "fuck your voice." I moaned in his ear. "Then your eyes, I could stare in those eyes for hours." I felt him try to hide a groan. Praise kink?
I continued, "your smile's also gorgeous. And you're really funny." he scooted closer to me on the couch. "don't get me started on your body, fuck." he placed his hand under my chin, holding it so I faced him. He gave me a smirk I leaned in to kiss him but then turned to his ear, "you're gonna have to try harder than that."
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Then I saw his dazzling blue eyes. I don't know how long I looked but he soon tapped my shoulder. "Uhh Juliette? You okay."
I shook my head and took a large step back, "y-yeah s-sorry you just-" he cut me off by putting his mouth under my ear.
"Make you nervous?"
I didn't want to. I really didn't want to. But his voice, fuck his voice. I can't resist that voice. I slowly nodded unintentionally. He chuckled in my ear, my face scarlet.
"I kind of like that."
"Like what?" I choked.
"That I make you feel so......vulnerable. I have so much control over you." his warm breath ran down my neck. Shivers crept up my spine.
"Y-you don't!" I stuttered, proudly.
"Really?" he asked in disbelief, "prove it."
"Show me how," I responded, a challenging smirk made its way onto my (still scarlet) face.
In one swift motion he pinned me against a wall, his face inches from mine. I felt his warm break against my face. My breath hitched. His lips brushed against my jaw. "Push me away." he instructed me lowly.
I was frozen, processing what the hell was happening. I wanted to push him away, but technically that meant I would listen to him. "I would but then I'd be listening to you."
"Good point." he mumbled. "Don't push me away." he rephrased quietly.
I hesitated, but still I pushed him off me. He barely moved but he was a decent seven inches away.
"There." I stated proudly. "Happy?"
"No, I really wanted to kiss you," he winked and then walked away. I stood there, frozen. I hated him.
I shuddered at both thoughts. The thoughts that I used to think nothing of. This whole situation was frustrating. He was indecipherable. One moment he's making impudent retorts and the next he has me pinned up against a wall, his face inches from mine.
I yawned, it was getting late. Though, I didn't want to head back to the dormitories. Then I saw something in the distance. A hint of fear flickered in my eyes. I took a slow step back. Then the face became three faces.
Granger, Weasley and Potter. I groaned and swiftly turned myself in the opposite direction. Then Weasley's irritating voice spoke in a mocking tone.
"Awh, poor Ravens is afraid."
I gritted my teeth and kept walking.
"What a wimp," I heard Granger mutter.
I started walking faster, trying not to lash out.
"I think it's funny we were worried about her attacking us or whatever. She's nothing but a big baby." Weasley laughed.
Hermione joined him with an intoxicating cackle.
"A hot baby," Potter responded.
Weasley and Granger smacked him upside the head. I kept walking.
"She's not good in class either," Hermione whispered, loud enough for me to hear.
"I know right! Did you see her in class!" Weasley joined in.
I turned back around, my hands in a fist, my right clenching my wand. The three came to an abrupt halt.
"Mobilicorpus!" I exclaimed. Weasley and Granger were hoisted up into the air by invisible strings. I let out a snicker.
"Not such a baby now huh," Harry mumbled, a smile on his face.
The two started begging for forgiveness and to let them down. So I did. Their fall made a loud thump and accompanied by painful groans. I laughed lightly and walked back to the Slytherin common room.
So much for clearing my head.
When I arrived back in the common room Theodore and Daphne were cuddled up close on the couch. Yet, not close enough to be intimate. I took a seat at a different couch and continued doing my homework. Daphne coughed.
"Ahem? Can we have some space."
"Space?" I asked mock dumbly. "Oh!"
"Yeah," she hissed.
"Hell no, get a room."
"Fine!" she exclaimed, "come on Theo!" I cringed at the nickname. I was not one for nicknames.
"Actually Daphne," Theodore's voice trailed off thoughtfully. "I think I'm going to hang out here for a minute, you get some rest, okay?"
Daphne nodded, hesitantly. "Fine." she finally spat. She kissed him passionately, which he didn't return the passion, his eyes on me instead. Then she trudged away.
"What a show," I rolled my eyes.
He smirked and took the seat beside me.
"You couldn't stand to see me sitting so close to her, now could you?" he challenged.
"Close? You two had a good five inches of distance."
"What a shame." he sighed.
I looked at him confusedly. "A shame?"
"I don't seem to have the same affect on you as I used to." he searched my face for something.
"I don't know what you mean."
"What if I try this," then his face was so close to mine I could feel his even breathing. His dazzling eyes, locked with mine. His lips inches away. His hand placed on my neck, positioning my face to face his.
"I still don't know what you mean," I replied meekly.
"Really?" he asked me in disbelief.
"Really." I choked.
"Well then I guess you wouldn't mind if I put my face here, huh?" he asked me, his signature smirk plastered on his perfect face.
He maneuvered his face to my jaw beside my ear, pulling my face to look just above him. "It doesn't" I replied in barely a whisper.
His soft lips brushed against my jaw. I let out a stifled moan, in a failed attempt to keep it in. I felt his smirk widen.
"Don't you have a girlfriend?" I asked him.
"Fuck that." he moaned his lips so close to my neck, without context it might look like he was cheating. Which he technically was.
"I'm not a home wrecker." I chuckled lightly.
"Can you shut up for a second?" he inhaled.
"No," I smirked.
"I think you will." he replied dominantly.
"Make me."