When Your Parents Tell You Bedtime Stories

23

Rigel was heading for the dungeons, trying not to attract Filch, when he stopped mid-step at a sound. He looked over at the nearest broom closet and stepped cautiously closer to it. He knew this place. The Slytherin closet. He'd heard of it, but Rigel had never done anything but dream of using it. He placed an ear against the door.

"Bobby," a voice giggled, then sighed. Flint couldn't hold back the disgusted look on his face as he backed away from the door. Weasley. A smirk spread across his face as an idea formed in his head. He was a prefect after all. Rigel stepped up to the closet and muttered an unlocking spell, swinging the door open....

Persephone stepped through the portrait hole, then almost jumped back as a figure turned in front of the fire.

"Alphard," she registered, "you scared me."

"Have a lovely evening?"

"It's not what you think...."

"All I know, Persephone," Alphard said, his bold seventh-year frame stepping mere inches away from her. "Is that you have been out in the middle of the night with a Gryffindor. Achernar, no less."

"There's nothing going on. I just ran into him and we talked."

"And you talked...." Alphard trailed off, looking down into Persephone's chestnut eyes where the glow of the fire flickered in the glossy coating.

"Well, I was locked up with him for day, believing I might die. Being on civil terms with him seems like an appropriate price. Now, if you'll excuse me...." Persephone made to head for the stairs, but Alphard stopped her.

"He's a Gryffindor, and whether he was your brother, he is still one of them."

"Take your hands off me, Alphard," Persephone growled watching him slowly release his grasp. "There's nothing going on between me and him, so you can stop being jealous."

"Jealous? I'm just looking out for my own kind."

Persephone sent him a glare before turning and swiftly starting up the stairs. She stopped on the second step when an idea came to her and she slowly turned around, finding Alphard staring questioningly at her. "There's something you can do to help me, Alphard."

He mockingly bowed. "How can I be of service to you?"

She rolled her eyes, but otherwise ignore his tone. "Rigel thinks there IS something going on between Mirach and I, and there's not."

"And how am I supposed to help you prove there's not?"

Persephone heard approaching footsteps outside the door and someone begin the long, confusing password to enter. Before Alphard could blink, she was down the stairs and her lips were pressed to his, her arms wrapped around his neck. Persephone kept her eyes open just long enough to see his widen in surprise before he closed his and pulled her body against his frame. Alphard knew she didn't really mean it, but he savored her taste nonetheless, enjoying the moonlight streaming in on them from the window.

"Bobby," the girl whined, pulling the boy behind her down the dark Hogwarts hallway, her brown hair flowing behind her, teasing the skin on his arms. "What do I have to do to get you in here?" she asked stopping at a door.

"You had me at hello," Bobby Weasley replied, looking the girl up in down in the small amount of light the glow of the torches gave. The girl smiled broadly at him and opened the door, pulling him inside and locking it behind him. Bobby couldn't see her in the dark, but he didn't need to know that she was different.

A hesitant hand reached out to touch his cheek and he heard his deep heavy breathing fall into sync with hers. The girl pulled his head towards hers and Bobby met her lips hungrily; something he'd wanted to do for weeks now. Bobby finally tasted his sin.