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It wasn’t particularly hard to get past the Damien in the boys’ dorm; one bemoaned whine of his belly from eating too much, too fast, usually always involved a trip to the loo that cleared the vicinity out like a dungbomb. (Of course the box was a little harder to hide but he managed. ) Luckily enough there was only a half conscious fifth year studying for her OWLS when he crept by and slithered out of the dungeon passage way, Gracie’s gift blundered in both hands. The Slytherin Corridor was always a frequent regular for prefects so he meandered close to the shadows against the stony walls and hurried down the eerie passages. Somewhere in the distance, the clang of the rattling chains marked the wail of the Bloody Baron, or maybe his ears were just ringing. Paranoia crept and he glanced over his shoulder one too many times. He felt like a first year all over again, but he didn’t even know why. His blood was rushing and the adrenaline pumped in his brain. If I get caught, Grace’ll kill me, Dam and Mari’ll kill me, basically I’m dead anyway this goes if I get caught, sooo, he paused, cast the muffliato spell on his feet to quiet his steps and a disillusionment charm on his robes to make it easier to blend in to the background.

He fumbled along, his knuckles rasped against several doorways as they churned open. Every echo and screech made him cringe because dammit, he couldn’t remember which room she’d meant. It was vague, and he should have known but he wasn’t exactly all too alert this late at night with their NEWT’s looming ever closer. ”There you are,” he chuckled, pushed the wooden door wide open to ease past and closed it as quietly behind him as possible. ”Mon amor, happy birthday.” He smirked, tucked her gift under his arm at his side to envelop her in a tight hug, all too aware of the little pink dress shrouded under her Ravenclaw robes. A small kiss pressed into her temple as he held out the poorly wrapped package, a little less than half a meter wide, and all too conspicuously the same size as a box of shoes, but at least there was another smaller box hidden inside of it, too. ”Can never have too many, right?” That'’s what his mother always said anyway…

Dominic could feel the hum of comfort radiating even in the austerity of the droll dungeons, frigid as it already was before her cold touch. But that hadn’t mattered. His warmth was enough for them both. She curled delicately in his embrace, but his attention was waning, wandering, fluttering down her dress from where he hovered up above her for that moment. ”Hm? I love you too.” He was spurned back to the present with blinking eyes, and quickly. ”I’m glad you like it.” The smug sincerity was brimming behind the cracks. He could see the wickedness playing in her hair as she twirled, dancing away, and left him standing there waiting—so very anxiously too.

His jaw tightened as his molars grinded together, eyes glittered with mischief and pride. ”What?” He instigated, a smirk broke through the surface. ”What are you thinking?” He teased. But he was cautious, he treaded lightly. With the tilt of his head, he couldn’t help but wonder if there was anything he needed to worry about, if there was anything else she was hiding from him.

Because really, who isn’t hiding something?

”C’mere,” he motioned, a heavy hand waved and fell. His impatience fueled his ignorance. But he wanted her closer, he wanted her smiling. Was that too much to be asking, though? Sometimes, he really didn’t know.

Dominic waited; anticipation unbridled as she teased him with knowing eyes. Titillated promises burned at her lips, threatened to lock him up and throw away the key. He smiled, entranced. She always had this effect on him. He was silent, fixated on her curves as she danced closer to his beckoning call. Her arms slid around his neck and he leaned in against her, his hands coiled around her waist to lock her tight. ”That doesn’t necessarily make it a bad thing though,” he mused, crystal eyes delighted. Her cold breath trickled against the flesh of his ear and it tickled, but he was too distracted to focus on it. His lips slid against her cheeks in small butterfly kisses and along the nape of her neck. She smirked; he could only smile.

Soon she was humming—almost distracted again—as the beat of his heart raced. She was lost in her head again; he could see it in her eyes. A myriad of questions reflected in a house of mirrors, but he’d never truly know what she was thinking. The silence came at a cost because his mind had begun to wonder and once the train had set it would only multiply like the virus it really was. He’d almost barely caught the whip of her poised smirk, but the dark flutter of lashes had him mesmerized. His blood rushed. Grace had him in her claws but traipsed away on the edge of danger, stripping her school robes carelessly until they were left in a heap on the floor. His heart skipped a beat. She swirled on her toes, and that smile left him breathless. He was just about to jolt forward until she’d beaten him to the punch and only a breath of space stood between them. A slow, quiet growl dared in the depths of his carnal hunger.

She knew what she was doing to him; she could hear his heart rate exploding. A light layer of sweat beaded on the back of his neck as his muscles tensed and hardened. Her words grazed him, skated across his skin with every breath she took. He wanted to squirm; he wanted to wrestle her down, his hands twitched. ”Are you sure you want to play this game?” He winked. Dominic enraptured her in a deep kiss, stole her lips with his own and slid closer until she was pressed against his chest. One arm around her waist while the other adventured.

The pitter patter of butterflies on a rainy night echoed in his mind, it fluttered in the pits of his belly but soothed the torrent of thoughts that threatened to fall down like hail. She was sweet and delicate in his arms, cradled so close; he knew it was where she belonged. He could practically feel the excitement burning frigid on her flesh, daring to tease him until his lips turned blue. Their kiss stretched, and he could feel the demand for oxygen drilling in his chest. She pulled away, he gasped. The smile never wavered even under the flickering shadows of the candle lit sconces fastened upon the castle dungeon walls. Then her nails rasped against his shirt, slid under his robes until her fingers latched on to the fabric of his trousers with a small jerk. He bit down on his bottom lip as she inched closer until her chest was pressed firmly against his. A bare smirk breathed on to his lips as he locked his arms tight around her waist, hands firm around his wrists to anchor her in. Even as her lips wandered and her little kisses enticed something furious in him, he had to shake his head and look away. ”Grace,” he wanted to complain, but the tone was more breathless, more wanton than protesting. A wisp of her kisses slid up his jawline until the breath of her next words tickled in his ear, and it sent a shiver racing up and down his spine. ”…But…” he lamented.

He could almost feel himself squirming no matter how hard he tried to remain still. The stoic features blended together to prove something fierce was burning behind the mask. But he didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to say it. But it was clear his decision had changed. ”Maybe you are, maybe you’re not…

“Only one way to find out.” He waited, blue eyes staring imploringly into hers. There was so much he wanted to do, so much his hands wanted to play with. Like a child, he felt possessive. He didn’t want this to end. Even despite himself, he couldn’t let her go. But he was still a gentleman, still so honorable. The itch in his fingers to make demands would go unnoticed. He wouldn’t make another move without her say so.

The smallest tilt of his head was led by a carnal smile, fixated on her teasing smirk. It only made his smile grow. He didn’t fight her, his fingers slipped loose and greedily slid around her waist. The green of his Slytherin robes shrugged off his shoulders and got caught at his elbows, and almost begrudgingly, he released his hold on her to shake it off the rest of the way. Her words caught him a crossroads. Stunned, Dominic took a moment to react to the kiss burning on his lips as she coiled long arms around his neck. He followed her without a second thought, thought of nothing but her. In that moment, he’d very much forgotten where exactly they were, in a dingy, muggy and abandoned classroom in the cold depths of the dungeons. It wasn’t exactly ideal, and he’d never pictured it this way…

To be honest, he thought it’d roll along the lines of a garden, hotel, or ******** grand castle—but dungeons—he’d have laughed in their faces if anyone had tried to tell him different…

But here he was, and he didn’t care.

Dominic ushered a deep hum at the rasp of her nails against his chest, and his eyelids fluttered close. His imagination had stolen him; it carved a grin on his face. His blood rushed (and in more places than one.) She pulled him closed and he obliged. Heavy hands seized her hips, lips locked together tight—and then, all at once—Dominic had her.

He lifted her high, clean off of her feet without a second thought and tossed her over his shoulder effortlessly. He kicked his robes out of his way and stormed out of the classroom like a man with a mission. He didn’t stop until he found what he wanted: an abandoned room equipped with a fireplace, and then a few summoning charms for pillows and blankets and… well….

”I win.” He smirked as he closed the door shut tight behind them.