✧UP IN A BIRD'S NEST PT.2✧

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On the other side of the party, however, Aria was finally finding herself enraptured by the characters in her novel. And Rabastan stood for a moment in a record of admiring her natural state, being hypnotized by a book.

And what made it worse was her sudden addiction to biting the fake nails that ultimately reminded him of what he was missing out on.

"Ravenclaw's star player is caught reading? I cannot even hear myself think."
"Then it must not be too important if they don't triumph over that racket. I'm just getting to the good part."
"And you'd say that in the next ten pages as well, come...You can enjoy the book in silence later." She pouted and found herself bookmarking it and letting it fall into her lap.

It was then that Rabastan had realized that Aria Roswell had indeed dressed the part of the star player. Her lips were a beautiful red color, pump and perfect for the taking. Her eyes outlined with what he could only assume is that black pencil that Bella is obsessed with herself.

But instead of it being as daunting as his sister's, it looked much more tamed.

The light jewelry of earrings and a necklace were the next things he noticed, though it was only to wait for the big reveal of the dress.

The dress.

It was tight fabric, a deep v-line to see the start of her breasts and then to top it all off he got a small peek of her thigh with the way she was sitting on her chair.

"I've heard that this is your designated chair in the common room."
"Hmm, I've fallen asleep here sometimes...Before I created the classroom I mean." He smiled, finding himself sitting on the armrest that she was leaning into slightly. However his plan of squeezing in was surely at a loss as a small plate of...an unknown snack was sitting just beside her.

"And what are we eating over here?"
"Mozzarella sticks."
"Excuse me?"
"Oh please tell me you've tried them before. Please, please—Or my hope in the Wizarding world is—Phew out the window." He chuckled looking down to her stein and that it was rightly almost empty. So he nicked his head down to it and questioned how much she's already had.

"I dunno, I haven't gotten up since I've come downstairs...Think I've managed five chapters, and every time I look my cup and plate is refilled. You'd think it's magic." Perhaps drunken Aria was much more entertaining than half-asleep Aria.

"Try one? I promise it's good." She said, holding up the stick that he eyed in question. The only reason he had agreed was because he couldn't deny her offering to feed him.

So he took a bite halfway through the said stick, though he wasn't prepared for the string of cheese to make this interaction anything but intimate.

"That didn't work the way I hope."
"It's melted cheese, my apologies Mr.Lestrange." She rolled her eyes, and he chuckled while taking the second half of his previous bite. "Not bad, though it's right up your ally isn't it?"
"What do you mean?"
"You like cheese, the onion soup? This concoction?"
"Well you sir can get your own plate." She said, grabbing her plate from the spot he was eyeing prior—And the Slytherin hadn't wasted another moment in claiming it with his figure and leaning heavily close.

"Won't you share with me love?"
"No, you didn't like them." He pleaded and again but she was still playing hard to get. Which was relatively hilarious all things considering.

"And this getup?"
"I got it when I was in America, Liv said I couldn't come down in anything else but this. And I wasn't about to come in just my panties." Rabastan had taken the wrong time to take a chug of his fire whiskey, if he was going to talk to an intoxicated Aria he might as well be intoxicated as well.

"Yes that'd be—"
"Rather scandalous."
"And are you...? Wearing scandalous undergarments?" Rabastan had little knowledge in the style sense, but he assumed she was wearing a brassier and panties.

"I can't have my panties showing, this dress is bloody skin tight as is."
"Yes we can't have that," He was teasing her, surely if she was sober she'd be able to see it. But instead she was a giggling mess and acted as though he agreed.

Rabastan was daydreaming at the idea of what type of undergarments Aria favored over others, he had no problem in purchasing her a few—a dozen.

Just the idea was mouthwatering to his coc—conscious.

"What type?" She looked back towards him in a bit of confusion, but only because she hadn't heard him correctly. "What type of what?"
"Panties, what type do you prefer?" She thought for a moment and she shrugged.

"I don't know. I like a few, it really depends." He was silent for a moment in thinking about the types he's seen, though he rightly meant color and lace—But Aria was going for style.

"Guess thongs are at the top of my list." He choked, again, and this time Aria found herself worried that he was coming down with a cold with all the coughs and loss of breath he was facing. "I'm fine—My god—I'm alright."
"Are you sure, I think you should get that cough checked out." He chuckled again, her cold hand taking hold of his arm caused him to take notice to another new feature.

Her nails were done as well.

"Go all out for this party did you?"
"No, Olivia woke me up from a nap and forced me to get ready." His hum taunted her as he chugged the last of his fire whiskey before setting the glass down.

"I think you were telling me about your thongs..."
"Oh, well how am I supposed to fly around when my arse is bunched up with all other types of panties. It's all the gal's secrets you know, but shhh you didn't hear it from me." Rabastan had to fold his lip from throwing his back and laughing, merlin he didn't think he's ever heard the bird talk this much. But it was so laid back and entertaining the he didn't want to stop.

"What color?"
"Hm, all colors I suppose. And lace...But not all I own are thongs. I have some really really pretty ones."
"A bird who likes lingerie, I'm sorry darling if only I knew." She giggled again, leaning in to hug his shoulder now.

"I don't think I would've accepted that, that's naughty."
"And talking about panties isn't?"
"It's not like I'm showing you them, merlin Clem would have my head." The conversation was light, and turned even lighter once Rabastan started losing his own witt against him.

Then he was under the merciful rule of a drunken Aria, who found herself heavily protective of the offered Mozzarella sticks and onion rings. Apparently a half-blood had surprised her with them as well and he could've sworn she drooled over the food.

The biggest surprise of the evening was how excited she was for the summer solstice, where she and a bunch of other sanctuary witches would head out to a ceremonial sight in nothing but cloth and protected torches. But what he couldn't understand was how her parents allowed such a thing.

"Don't be silly, it's a religious ceremony."
"But in bare cloth?"
"It's not like there are any wizards around, that would ruin the ceremony. Gods they wouldn't dare try that, they'd get blinded!" And thus his fantasy was ruined in escaping America to visit such a display.

However, under the course of the music and lights changing and the everlasting effects fire whiskey and butterbeer have on the then population of Hogwarts, either Aria and Rabastan had made their way through the crowd and ditching their seat beside the fire.

Aria didn't remember weaving through the crowd. But all she realized was that she was a panting mess when they arrived in front of her dorm room.

It wasn't that difficult to find, the room was conjured up to be right beside the other 5th year students, but not to be confused with the higher years of 6th and 7th.

The walk hadn't been too long— or had it? Had she really been awake most of that time, or was she drifting. She could clearly remember clutching his hand the whole way, laughing and stumbling and stopping him mid-step to touch his lips again.

Now she was here, standing behind Rabastan as he peeked into the room to check if Clemintine was in. And she wasn't.

Clumsily he pulled her into the darkness of her dorm room, and barely managing to close the door behind them as Rabastan began to peel his outer coat from his shoulders, tossing it haphazardly onto the floor with a jumper cleanly in tow. The lack of a fireplace beside them made Aria's skin already cold to the touch, so she found relief in pressing into his chest, quickly warming with an exchange of body heat. Her vision blurred any time she tore her gaze away from him, consciousness dipping in and out as she tried to maintain the long snogging session that Rabastan pulled her into. Her muscles slackened against the wall, but not for that long.

As Rabastan clearly had other plans.

He scooped her up in his arms and held her tight, stumbling through the dark only to come into contact with what he assumed to be her bed.

As they fell down, Aria giggled and wrapped her arm over the back of his neck, smothering his cheek in tender pecks. She didn't know what the hell she was doing, she shouldn't have left the common room with him but she was inexplicably faced with this sudden display of affection and love that she needed to unleash it onto someone, anyone, a hunger for psychical contact rising in her like a pair of starving purrs.

Maybe it was because she wasn't used to his heat...his aura, there was something about Rabastan Lestrange that made him warm to the touch. And she hadn't felt anything like it, not with Aidan, not with Fabian...Just with Rabastan.

Or maybe she was simply intoxicated to the brim where she was imagining this euphoric description of her body becoming aroused, but sweet merlin was it always this exhilarating?

She felt Rabastan smiling into her collar bone and moaned as his teeth grazed her skin. Aria returned the favor, tugging on his ear before leaning forward, pushing him to the side. She rolled over on top of him and pushed her hips into his, grabbing for his hands. Their fingers entwined as she set them against the mattress, but just as quickly found one of her hands wandering, trailing his thin stomach, this chest, the outline of his bicep, then his neck, catching the fast pulse of his heartbeat in his mind' hearing caused her an elated tune to follow with his minds wants and desires.

A small benefit of being a legitimate, the mind was so open at a time like this.

When she left his lips to catch her breath, she felt his hot exhalations against her ear, they were in the category of short, fast and certainly uncontrollable. And thus she allowed her fingers to trace his jawline, to tease him further.

Rabastan was caught by damned surprised to see how much of a tease she was, and his cock was not a stranger to what was happening. Hell he was aching—close to begging for her to continue this tussle, and by that he wanted to skip a few steps.

But instead Aria craved the warmth, it was close and so...so terrifyingly tempting that she didn't know what the bloody hell to do anymore.

What then crawled up from her throat, she couldn't identify it as a moan or a groan of confusion. Aria pressed her lips against his skin, caving to the desire, all just moments before he took her and flipped her over again.

Her dominating position was lost and rendered her gaping for compensation and she found it when he cupped her jaw and kissed her even harder. She needed him to be closer, flexing her fingers into his back, and snaking under the elastic of his briefs.

Rabastan suddenly withdrew, hovering above her with a spent half-smile.

This was it, his mind was chanting, and thus he rose up slightly to his feet.

"Just a moment love," He breathed, delivering a parting kiss before moving alongside the bed and bending down to his coat. Aria could surely hear something shuffling beneath her, unsure of what happened and where he had gone that she frowned at the sudden lack of his body warmth.

Causing her to shiver.

It left her spayed out onto her freshly made bed facing the cool air of her room without him touching her. But there was another temptation lingering in the back of her mind as she waited.

Exhaustion.

It was beginning to creep its way back to her, she soon found it near impossible to keep her eyes from closing. And when she did settle in with this beautiful temptation, she felt a calming sort of dizziness that rendered her even more relaxed, especially when she wasn't battling it out anymore.

He returned barely a few seconds later, freshening himself up with a quick wave of his wand and prepared himself with a spell he's casted over a hundred times—if not more.

A contraception spell, for both himself and her. Sweet Merlin what his father would do to him if he found out a bastard child was a half-blood.

With the necessities out of the way, he settled his wand onto the nightstand as he returned back to his previous position on the bed. Rabastan straddled her again and lavished her with kisses, only to find not being as responsive as she was before, and even worse she was mumbling words he couldn't dream to understand.

"Wer bist du?"
[Who are you?]

"Aria?" He whispered, suddenly stopped his next action of having to undress her. Instead he held her cheek and moved it slightly to check if she was alright or even awake. "Are you still there?" He mumbled, his own exhaustion channeling that of Aria's...But then again he hadn't played today.

Rabastan laughed weakly at all that occurred, and he bent his forehead down against hers. "Aria...you sweet kitten. You've damned me." He sighed, and gave her one last kiss before moving aside and away from her.

As much as he wanted to—As much as his body craved a sense of relief...He could not do this to her. After everything that he's done, he wanted her consent, he wanted her awake and actively participating.

He turned to look at her shoes and found himself almost incapable of unstrapping the damn thing before he managed to get them both done and out of the way. Rabastan wasn't completely helpless when it came to witches, he even removed her earrings as they weren't the kind to be sleeping in.

Nor was the dress but he'd put that in a task for Clementine to deal with.

He kissed her cheek one last time before grabbing the blanket and pulling it over her form, easily tucking her in for the night and leaving her with a relaxed nights sleep.

Never had he expected that he would've made it upstairs to Aria's room, instead he calmed himself down enough to get redressed and hurry back down.

But of course Avery had to throw his stein into the air in victory.

So Rabastan rushed towards his friend group, and although he hadn't caught Regulus' shocked expression—He surely caught the proud grins coming from McNair and Avery.

"Ah, now that's the face of a freshly shagged wizard. And? How was it?" Avery questioned, nicking his elbow into his mate's stomach.

And before Rabastn could get a word in, McNair followed up.

"Good thing you didn't take that bet, would've been out ten galleons."
"It's worth it, though our mate is out of practice. Wasn't up there that long were ya?" Avery's voice was starting to slur, but Regulus had finally had enough.

"Could you lot be any more disrespectful?!" He shouted and although it caught a few heads to turn. They were rightly too far away from the snakes to gain any insight and thus turned away.

"Disrespectful? The gal was flaunting—"

"She was not flaunting anything, she was sitting down the whole night. And you wonder why she doesn't like bloody parties?... I hope you're proud of yourself Lestrange, because she's never going to bloody look at you again!" He had just enough that he splashed the remainder of his butterbeer into the shared direction of Avery and Rabastan combined before storming out of the bird's cavern.

The lot were so distraught by the sudden outrage of little Black that Rabastan had lost a few precious seconds before following after the man.

"Reg! Reg wait!" And although he didn't want to, he felt the need to put the bastard in his place. Especially if it'd be better for Aria tomorrow, that the issue was dealt with.

"You selfish fucking bastard, she's my friend!"
"Mate we didn't do—"
"Then what the hell is on your neck?!" Rabastan had touched the spot in question in complete curiosity and thus found it without much difficulty. Course it was still fresh and tender.

"I'm not that naive Rabastan, not with what you and my brother are constantly up to. Is it over then, are you going to leave her in the dust now that you've gotten what you've wanted? Was she just another Barns?"
"N-no...Reg we didn't...She fell asleep, we just snogged mate. Honest." He was silent, he turned silent for a long while as he shook his head.

"I don't trust you, not when your track record is as long as Sirius'. You can fuck off." With Regulus turning off yet again, it caused Rabastan to follow after yet again, his arm in a white flag in an attempt to reason with the young lad.

"Reg...Reg!" He shouted, and Regulus felt mildly uncomfortable with the entire situation that he stopped once again to turn his gaze behind himself.

"I swear to whatever goddess Aria fancies that I did not take advantage of her, she fell asleep before—Before we managed any further. I tucked her in and I meant to tell her dorm mate that she needed to get undressed into something else, Avery was already boasting...I don't want her to be called names Reg."

"And you expect me to believe that you stopped? Have you met yourself? Have you heard yourself when you three get talking? You don't stop, and that's why you're a selfish bloody bastard. At least my brother knows better than raping a witch." Rabastan stilled in the instant, sure he had shagged a few intoxicated witches—and sometimes even more than what Aria was. He just took and left, there was never a time where he didn't leave without taking.

No wonder Regulus looked at him with such fear and damnation, the young lad didn't wait a third time when Rabastan called after him and thus he returned back to the bird's nest and tried to rectify the situation.

He found Clem in the sea of birds, she was dancing along with a few fourth years, as he realized they were either her and Aria's friends beside the Quidditch team and a scatter a lot of birds.

"You went upstairs?!" She hissed, and Rabastan groaned. "Nothing happened, and I already have Regulus on my arse about the whole bloody thing....It. Was. Just. Snogging." He put in clear enough words so that even if the Ravenclaw was intoxicated that she would understand it.

And she did, though she still eyed him suspiciously before going upstairs to check on her. And although there was a protection spell placed on her, it was clear that nothing followed after that. And Clem was relieved for the sake of her friend's sanity.

Aria held the concept of her virginity to be a sacred thing in her life and in her religion, there was a reason she wore the ring on her finger. Yet after changing her friend and removing the makeup on her face, she was finally sleeping comfortably.

Clementine returned downstairs, but crossed her arms over her chest as she conveyed her evidence. "Clemintine I swear on my mother that I hadn't done anything when I realized she was too out of it to continue." The gal had kept her face placid and then smirked.

"For once you're a gentleman, thank merlin...That could've been ugly if it hadn't been the case."

"Yes well could you tell Regulus? He's set that she won't look at me had I done anything." Although Clemitnie held her expression prior, the sick idea of Aria waking up not a Virgin...

The world would've ended.

She would've packed her bag and went straight to Ilvermorny or wherever else she wanted because that would've been her last straw.

Clem theorized that it was a sacred thing for Aria personally, because it was something she could control, as in her choice. And if that had been taken away by Rabastan then all would have burned.

"She would've left the second she realized."
"L-leave? Merlin you're sounding like Reg."
"Well she obviously hadn't filled you in enough on her rings or religion. And if Aria is ever like this again, do not take advantage of her."
"Obviously—"
"It's not obvious, not to you apparently. I've heard enough to fill the books in our room on the rumors that follow your around this school, but this is my best friend, my sister, and I swear if you mess this I will skin you alive. Do you understand?"

"Loud and clear Ms. Bennent." She nodded, but decided that she too was too exhausted to continue the mindless dancing prior.

And thus she went to bed as well, making sure that Aria had a hangover tonic and a tall glass of water.

But in all of this, Amelia and Isabella had been in the shadows...Watching and waiting for some juicy information to befall them.

How surprising that that witch who was preaching about not shagging Lestrange had done just that, and proved to Isabella that she wasn't a prude.

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Date Posted: 04-14-2020

Time: 10:40

Words: 3795

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