✧SLYTHERIN WIN✧

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Aria never really focused on particular players before—Actually that was a lie, if Slytherin was playing she'd find herself watching Regulus but still minding the rest of the players to enjoy the game.

If the Gryffindors were playing she'd enjoy studying the Gryffindor chasers in hopes of developing creatives ways to stop their tactics. But they were growing better as the season progressed. Today however it wasn't as damning, usually when it was the Gryffindor versus Slytherin the games were held at night and on Fridays.

Bias yes, but it was a damn good time.

Today it was simply against Hufflepuff, but the badgers were fired up by the Gryffindors in hopes they would get riled enough to beat the snacks. Course that failed and Aria had lost the bet that Regulus would catch the snitch at an Odd number instead of Even.

Which meant that Aria said she'd drink alcoholic instead of none, but she was happy none-the-less. Rabastan had been having good games as of late, and he was all too happy to retrieve his rewarding kiss and hand her the butterbeer in question.

She perked her lips in temptation that she could get out of it but he offered up his glass instead. "Interested in fire whiskey instead?"
"Not after the last time I did."

"Oh? Is there a story behind this one?" Attempting to remember it herself did her brows furry until the realization washed over her. Yeah, she couldn't possibly tell Rabastan that story.

And thus she took a big gulp of her drink and shook her head. "Not one your hearing, now where's Reg? That was such a beautiful catch!" She cheered, her hand locking onto his as she scoped the Slytherin common room.

It was still as posh as she remembered but most of the furniture was moved aside to make a dance floor. And it wasn't only Slytherin as they were surprising most of the houses in making it entirely open to all houses, and the Hufflepuffs had come in a bit of cation but realized it was alright.

Again, Aria categorized it as a damn good game with no unfairness—Something that the Snakes would pull one time or another. With half the glass finished, Rabastan was starting to recognize the signs of Aria turning tipsy. And it wasn't that they were rightly doing anything other than sitting down, but it was the start of one song that turned her away from the conversation.

"I love this song." Rabastan tuned in to listen and he chuckled. After learning that all her albums were religious-themed and simply instrumental, but out of all of them it was a dirty wizarding song.

"You continue to surprise me love."
"Come dance with me?" She said, bouncing with excitement. Rabastan thought she'd never ask and thus he swung the rest of his whiskey and was lead to the near center of the dance floor.

Perhaps it was because they were sitting down for most of the night, but now he was given clear reign of drinking in her attire she chose. It was another tight dress, though this one was silver and went with her boyfriend's team colors. It featured a beautiful halter top that encased her breasts perfectly, and he said that countless times throughout the night.

His hand was dangerously close to her arse, but he took a leap when he realized that she was indeed dancing to the beat of the music. Never had he seen such a euphoric look on Aria when she felt in tune to the lyrics and instruments, and he saw the surprise others were giving her.

The blokes more or less.

"This must be an American thing..." He grumbled beside her ear, and she hummed in delight as she moved closer into his hold.
"That I can dance? Nonsense, ballet remember? And the bar hoping. Merlin I'm not a saint Rabastan." The second he felt her arse 'round and sway he gripped her cheek tightly and she squealed.

"That must be a Brit thing." He couldn't contain himself, usually when he did this with another gal they'd follow up with a flirty comment but here it was just a simple tease back to what he had said just a minute ago.

However after a while of dancing, the lights and loud thumping did not agree with Aria's body as she leaned into his chest and groaned.

"You alright there darling?" She shook her head, and instant dread rushed over Rabastan as he held her tighter into his hold. "Come on let's sit down kitten." A groan escaped her painted lips and he couldn't stop himself from laughing at her adorable drunken nature.

She was such a lightweight. Perhaps it wasn't a tolerance thing, she was so tiny that perhaps butterbeer was just her limit in general.

"Is Aria okay?" A voice called out, and the witch in question curled closer to Rabastan and shook her head. "The room is spinning." She felt utterly sick, like the contents of her stomach was going to come up soon if she wasn't careful.

"Reg's going to stay with you love, let me get you some water." And thus the warmth had left and instead she was left with a very amused Regulus Black.

"Reggie! Your catch was so gooood."
"Merlin what did you drink?" He laughed, shaking his head side to side as it was unbelievable to see like this.

Hell it was out of character.

"Butterbeer. It was very yummy. Did you get some? You deserve a big stein, let me—" He assumed she was going to get him the mention beer, though her words were starting to slur here and there that it was his ability to intercept her that she fell back to the couch.

"Is that girl you fancy here? You should dance with her Reggie." The poor lad had looked to Rabastan as he returned with a tall glass of water, and Lestrange chuckled as it was relayed what happened.

"Ari maybe I should bring you upstairs, splash some water in your face...Lie down?"
"Music's really loud it's giving me a headache." Rabastan had took that as a sign that she was definitely intoxicated. So it was up to him to get her standing but also to the boy's dormitories.

"Oi...She okay?"
"Yeah, she just wants to lay-down...You know if Avery's upstairs?" McNair had taken a quick scope and nicked his head off towards who he was involved with.

Harper at that.

With Rabastan distracted in looking for his dorm mate, he was suddenly brought back to reality when Aria had started to cough. The mother hen in the bloke jumped into gear and hurried Rabastan's mission to get his gal upstairs and away from the commotion.

He thanked the gods he and his mate's cleaned up, but in setting her down at the center of the bed he retrieved the second glass of water and she downed it—Only to rush to the nearest tin and puke up the contents from today's festivities.

"I'm never drinking again." She groaned, but the cough was still there. Yet Rabastan held her head tightly behind her as well as finding repetitive motion of his knuckles soothing her back. Hoping that it'd help get whatever it was that needed to come out.

Back downstairs however, Victoria had smirked at the retreating couple and wiped her hands clean of the powder before she winked off to Harper and Isabella. Misson completed.

It hadn't taken that long after for Aria to regain herself, and after downing the rest of the water she felt loads better. But that is when the apologies rushed out, so fast that he could barely understand what it was that she talking about.

"Love—Aria—Kitten. It's alright, I shouldn't have given you so much. Aren't built for it, next time you'll have some juice." She laughed, and fumbled for her wand to clean her teeth and breath.

Just to overall freshen herself up.

Rabastan had claimed that he was going to get another glass of water, and that left her to her own devices as she peeked around the small trinkets that littered on his side and desk.

However in seeing his Slytherin robe she felt a slight chill and decided that he wouldn't mind and thus she snuggled into it and continued to look about at the pictures and novles.

"I think green could've been your color too love." She smiles towards him, still a tad bit out of place. "Why is it so cold?"

"The dungeons get the worse heat, but that means we get a fireplace in our rooms."

"Ravenclaw has fireplaces too." He looked completely started at this newfound information and was shaking his head in damnation.
"Unbelievable."

"Actually it's very believable, the tower is up higher into the sky and although heat rises it doesn't stay in the tower. And we rarely light them, the first years always end up catching things on fire." He'd been surprised she said something so long that it almost sounded...Rush.

Coming closer he rested the back of his hand against her forehead. "You're burning up a lil hun."

"But I'm cold." She instated and thus wrapped his robe further over her form. He pretended for a moment that she was bare underneath, but that didn't help the situation.

"Ari?" He questioned, and she looked partly tired for a minute before looking up towards him with a smile. "Can you warm me up?" She asked, and he smiled a he came closer to sit beside her. Bringing her down into his hold—Though he realized all too quickly that his little bird meant another method of warming up.

However it was the pat that they had made in previous days that they would commit to anything new they were drunk and intoxicated.

Sweet Merlin was it difficult to stop, but then he found that it wasn't the same. They've snogged countless times before and when she was under the influence it was simply...Different.

It was slightly off pace, and he was very keen on knowing how she kisses.

"I had a dream the other night..." She whispered out, and he turned amused. Usually her dreams were simple and sweet, mostly about Ghost and flying.

So he humored her, pushing her hair behind her ear as he caressed her cheek. "Good dream then?"
"I dunno, it was...Until I woke up." She sounded rather cheerful, her eyes fluttering at the idea of reminiscing what she had dreamt of.

"Let me guess...Brewing potions and out with Ghost? We could tomorrow if—"
"That wasn't my dream." She smiled, her eyes squeezing closed. Another action that took him by surprise, and thus she leaned back towards him and gestured her lips to lightly press to his sweet spot.

And already he was under her mercy.

"Then what did you—Did you see something?" Perhaps she saw them win the game, that would've been funny wouldn't it?

Though it wasn't as innocent as that.

"No it didn't have the same feeling as normal dreams, but I guess it could happen..." Her thoughts were suddenly taking over, but Rabastan hadn't heard the context of the dream and he was feeling relatively left out.

"Tricks on Ghost? Hopefully not, as even you said he wasn't ready for that." She giggled, her head leaning onto his pillow as she looked up to the ceiling.

"Noooo tricks on you."
"Are you planning on pranking me love, because I can assure you I can find some way to retaliate back."

"Why would you want to prank me for...For wanting to suck your cock?" She said, pouting her lip upwards as though he was chiding her.

But Rabastan's body had turned in full attendance at the offer, it had been so straight forward. So demanding that it struck an instant chord.

"Well I uh—" She had managed to get him to lose any and all thought, perhaps he didn't understand? And with no further explanation on either end, Aria had allowed her free hand to trail down to cup him through his trousers.

He was indeed hard.

"Ari it's—"
"I can feel you." It was a rather sweet giggle, that it was difficult to deny her. But there was no room for consent as he reached for her hand and pulled her away.

"You can, but remember our little promise?"
"Nooo—But I wanna." He couldn't contain his laughter, Aria's accent failed her as she Americanized her next line.

"And believe me when I tell you kitten, I want you to too, but I promised sober you that this drunken you isn't going to be making any decisions." The gal was devious, Merlin he was having a difficult time keep his own mind from enacting exactly what she wanted.

But he pulled away her hand from undoing his belt.

"How about you sleep here tonight Ari? I don't think either of us could manage to walk to the Ravenclaw tower."

"Can I have a jumper?" She said, and he grinned as he found the breakable escape to get what she needed. And even better she was now out of his robe and sitting in the center of his bed attempting to get her shoes off.

"I got that love, get this on yeah?" Having such trouble with getting her scandals off, instead Rabastan managed to unbuckle the small strap and drop them off to the floor with his own.

"It smells like the cologne I gave you..." She gushed out, and he leaned down to give her another kiss to her temple. "I've been wearing it recently kitten, now get under the covers. I'll be just a moment." He was hoping that she would fall asleep in the time it took for his private moment to get out of the way. There was no way he could think properly with this much of a hard-on.

Taking a quick shower he managed to find clarity after a quick whank, not that it was that hard to get the message across. He just remember the words that fell off her beautiful lips.

"Such a dirty kitten..." He said, rubbing the towel through his damp hair. It felt surreal that Aria was sleeping in his bed right now, and she was surely passed out.

He'd have to ask if she was always this way when drinking, as the last time he checked, butterbeer didn't have that much of a high percentage of alcohol.

Rabastan had changed into his normal sleepwear and conformed around her sleeping form. This was indeed the first time he planned to sleep beside a gal with nothing more than snogging have been done.

Every few moment or so he kissed her, loving the reaction that her slumbering form. She would snuggle and let out a disturbing huff as it annoyed her.

The next morning however did not void well for either her or him, as both Avery and McNair had suddenly realized there was a guest—A guest that happened to stay over the whole night.

Sure it was an obvious change from their previous 'relationships', but when Avery pulled back the privacy curtains to see the two still sound asleep, he decided it was late in the morning to wake them up.

"RISE AND SHINE!" Rabastan was used to their sort of torment, but what he wasn't prepared for was Aria having scrambled in complete and utter confusion. Terror was written all over her face, and what made it worse was Rabastan kicked his mate in a not so friendly place in record of what he did.

"Merlin..." She breathed, trying to get her heart back in order that she started to rub her eyes. Turning to the wizard beside her earned her another kiss to her cheek, which only caused McNair to cheer.

"Think congratulations are in order Av—" Aria had thrown Rabastan's pillow to hit him well in his face, and as he pulled it down into his lap he caught Aria in only Rabastan's sweater.

This causing either wizard to turn away.

"You two won't be joining us for breakfast then huh?"
"Out." Rabastan grumbled, and thus the two nitwits hurried out upon the order. And thus Aria was able to stretch her arms up, the large sweater rising up her thighs as she realized why they were acting in such a state.

"Do they think we—"
"Hm? Oh they won't tell anyone."
"And how do you propose I sneak out Raba? It's quite a swim-up." She said, leaning towards the bedpost to see out the window, it was rather creepy to see the underwater world like it is.

"Have you ever seen a merperson?"
"Few times, the window in the common room they usually come by. Especially in the winter." She pouted, part of her wanted to see one but staking out the entire time in wait wasn't how she wanted to go about it.

Rabastan turned back to see her still looking out the window, he'd have to offer a study session in the common room one day.

"Aria...? Do you remember last night?" It felt like a broken record how many times people have asked her since the start of summer, but then again she had taken a few falls that perhaps Aidan thought it was the concussion talking and not the booze.

"Unfortunately..." She mumbled out, and Rabastan had been wracked with a sudden gust of guilt. Aria having sensed this she turned around. "Merlin not at you—no—Myself, I can't any booze for the life of me and it's awful. And it was your win we were celebrating, I didn't want you to have to take care of me."
"It wasn't all that bad."
"So can we skip over me asking to suc—Yep, we're going to skip that one." She couldn't even say it with the same demanding aura and so he came closer, partly dressed for the day as he pulled her retreating form back.

"Nooo. I already made a fool out of myself."
"Not at all, and you're welcome to sleep here any time. I..." like you in my bed.

Is what he wanted to say, but stopped once he realized how much his words were making her blush. "Yeah but you shouldn't have to babysit me when I'm drunk."
"That's exactly what I'll do. Isn't that what boyfriends do for their girlfriends?"
"I guess, but I should know my limit too...And we are nowhere's near ready to be sexually active." Rabastan had to wipe his free hand down his face.

"Sexually active, is that what Americans call it?"
"No. Do you want me to be blunt or do you want me to be cryptic?" He shook his head, merlin could she make his head spin if she wanted to.

"Great!... Er, could I borrow this? I'll give it back later." His grin widen ear to ear as he settled down the shifting fabric to cover her form, but then he even went as far as to retrieve his robe that she wore the night before as well. Helping her inside did he find himself wrapped around her tighter before kissing her.

"I'd like to see you in more of my clothes kitten."
"I did wear your jumper yesterday...But I should escape now while I have the chance." He knew she was right, there was no telling who was where at what time—Or so he thinks—But Aria didn't have the map handy and thus she went ahead and took the safe bet of everyone heading to breakfast now.

However what Rabastan didn't account for Aria's ability to change her entire likeness, so the second she stepped over the threshold she pulled the robe's hood up and made herself blonde.

There were plenty of blonde Slytherins, and with a slight indifference to her facial features, she was unrecognizable as Aria Roswell.

The only issue is that the stress of that much magic caused her normal appearance to return just a bit after leaving the dungeons. But by then she wasn't escaping anymore. However she did need to hide the ombre of her silver hair wanting to appear in as well.

Aria had been so enraptured with antagonizing herself that she didn't even see Sirius at the end of the hall. He casually waved off to his mates who hadn't noticed their fellow Ravenclaw in Slytherin garbs.

Had it been that much of a deterrent?

He strolled over towards her as she was simply walking in the same direction, trying to get to her own tower. But for some reason or another, she stopped.

"Really?" Sirius offered, he didn't even have to motion to any of her clothing. Hell she was still holding the robe tightly around so nobody thinks she was bare underneath.

"Well I know it looks bad, but I only slept beside him." Black had to give it Lestrange, he was putting his full heart into shagging the poor girl.

"That sounds like commitment to me, blokes don't just sleep beside gals Roswell." She pouted, narrowing her gaze upwards to the bastard and huffed.

Why did she feel his scold so heavily?
And why did she even stop to listen, it was all nonsense what he was saying anyhow.

"Didn't know you knew the word Black." Now it was his turn to scoff.
"No, and I'll take that with pride as I at least know my girls know what they're getting into."

"That's the biggest load of bull I've heard. As I recall you broke that Hufflepuff's heart just last year."

He stood in attention, how did she even manage to secure that—Did she tally bloody everything?!

"I tutored Kelly, so shame on you Black."
"You're right love, shame on me...And shame on me twice for letting Lestrange get his fangs sunk so deep inside you." A chill ran down her spine, though it might've been due to the fact that she rightly wasn't wearing her usually leggings or thick skirt. Instead she was in minimal attire, however what shocked her the most was his abrupt departure...

Well Aria wasn't going to let him have the last word.

"I don't have to answer to you Black!" He threw his head up to let out a monarchical laugh, turning over his shoulder for moment did he smirk.

"Yeah hun, you sure?" Now it was her turn to groan out into the air, it was one thing for Aria having to explain herself to Clem—But it was another for Remus to hear all that happened.

Course Sirius took the liberty in hiding the marauder's map, and took it upon himself to make sure that everything was alright with Aria.

But of course she was in the snake den, literally, in his den. He was growing angry and he hadn't a clue way.

Why did he feel so protective about Aria Roswell?

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Date Posted: 04-27-2020

Time: 2:58

Words: 3847