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”Dopplebeater defense, huh? I wonder if we can pull that off, or, hmmm, Parkin’s Pincer is a good one, not sure if we’ll be able to pull it off without Amanda and Eretria though... s**t.” He mused, tsked his tongue on the edge of his teeth as he held his quidditch notebook in his hand and sucked on the end of a quill—a real quill this time—he’d already made the mistake of forgetting once and leaving a solid bite mark and indention in his plume. ”Probably have better luck teaching the new ones the Hawkshead formation. Blimey, what am I gonna do without our chasers.” He growled. Loath as he was to admit it, but he knew Slytherin wasn’t going to win next year. Their chasers were weak, but Ravenclaws would be too. The Hufflepuffs would have a mediocre seeker, so they had the leg up against him, but next year would be (and should be) Gryffindors year. If, for some reason, they decided to all start working together….. They’d probably end up actually winning.

”Those rat bastards,” he cursed, quite loudly too. A young mother and child gawked, ears were shielded and the pair scuttled off quickly. He could only sigh. The night sky darkened overhead as the stars begin to glisten in the wet black sky. The clouds were scarce, but they hung low to the earth and crawled slow. The moon illuminated what the street lights hadn’t.

Grace would be here, somewhere, and soon. He’d been spending his days at Belle’s loft above the dueling range, and most of his nights out and about on the town with Gracie, doing nothing, doing everything. He couldn’t have asked for anything more.

Except he had gotten more, and he really didn’t want it. His mother and father had sent him letter after letter, begging him to come home. They’d shown up once on Belle’s doorstep when they knew he would be asleep. Of course, they hadn’t realized that the trace had been long since lifted from him, and was irate at the notion of him apparating away in his boxers just to be rid of them. It wasn’t until he’d gotten a revealing letter from his brother that inevitably explained everything that had happened, and why. Some days, he still couldn’t believe his own mother would try and guilt trip his girlfriend into breaking up with him.

It didn’t work, and he wasn’t sure how to feel about that sometimes.

She loved him too much to see him go.

But wasn’t she supposed to love him enough to let him go?

He never thought about that before, not until the letter. And he’d tried to distract himself from the thought, which was why he was roaming restlessly with his quidditch book in hand. He hoped she’d find him soon enough, and help ease the poisonous thoughts away.

He muttered to himself now, as loony as could be, huddled over that book and flipping furiously through the pages without an ounce of focus on the world around him. Not like it would have mattered, if he had seen anything, it would have just been a violent burst of colors, which had saved him from the assumed threat of being mauled by a rainbow leprechaun and retaliating in kind (hopefully not with a sugar quill this time.) The rush of wind whistled in his ears and a foreboding cold dropped on him like a dead weight, except it nearly knocked him off his feet. ”Wooah,” Dominic exclaimed and stumbled backwards until he ran into a robed passerby and knocked them over instead. ”Oops, see what you--hey your hair,” he grinned, dimples adorned each cheek. ”It looks bloody brilliant.” Now that he was completely and utterly distracted (and had long since forgotten the nameless wizard he’d stumbled into only a few mere seconds ago,) he decidedly gave his girlfriend a quick glance over, and then a second... and then a third.

”Merlin, I don’t get to see enough of you, you know,” Dominic breathed; utterly oblivious to the man that had huffed, cursed, and departed ways, he was still too enthralled by the young witch wrapped up in his arms. A small chill trickled down his spine, but for the most part, he’d gotten used to the coldness. ”So hows about we go disappear somewhere, eh?” He smirked a toothy smirk, batted eyelashes with a feisty wink. But he laughed and gave her a small peck on the cheeks, and then another on her jawline... and then another on her neck with his hot breath trickling down. ”Or.. whatever else you want to do tonight.” He smiled and held her close, carried her gently in his arms and was already prancing around the town happily with his book tucked somewhere. What the hell had he done with the thing when he got jumped, anyway? Did he even still have it? Dominic wasn’t sure. But he didn’t really feel it, now that he thought of it. He blinked as he glanced around the floor, spinning in circles to see all around him and try and find the discarded notes several feet to the left.

”Pssh, Merlin’d eat his beard before you stop dying your hair, especially after Hogwarts.” He managed to slide in quickly and quite teasingly, a glint nestled in his crytalline vision and dimples adorned each cheek. But it soon morphed into a smile as she leaned in to kiss his nose. She breathed a tantalizing sigh in his ear as he gyrated his eyes upon her to listen, but the talk of his parents instinctively soured his mind, but it hadn’t stopped him from sweet talking her. He smirked again, and any mention of his mum and da’ had quickly dissipated from his mind which, actually, made way for much more devious intentions. He lifted her with a gentle hop up into the air as he shifted his arms under her to comfortably hold her. ”Hmmmm, maybe I’ll leave it as a surprise,” he teased with the bat of an eye.

As he was still on the pursuit for his quidditch book, Gracie had pointed it out and he had only just barely bent his knees to embark on the struggle it would take to pick it up without falling over (or worse, dropping her.) But then he froze, and the hairs on the back of his neck stiffened on end and a dangerous chill erupted down his spine. The arousing sound of her voice haunted him, the melody swirled in a whirlwind acrouss his flesh. The ghosting graze of her lips taunted his neck, and then her lips pressed into a purposeful kisses, here, there, and then his lips. His heart was pounding; he felt drunken as he slurred his words. ”I... mmm,” he almost uttered a deep, struggling moan. The cool flesh of her legs wrapped tighter around his waist, and it pressed her chest firmly against his. His eyes closed tight, and the graze of her nose against his had sent another ghost of chills instigating his flesh. And then, he walked, long, fast, hard, and with one clear destination in mind...

And his quidditch book was completely forgotten.

On the outskirts of Hogsmeade already, it hadn’t taken long to get where they were going, and it wasn’t the first time they’d come here either. The paved walkway and the green grass spread evenly in the open fields decorated by gardens, and gardens. Benches, playgrounds and a small dock to the lake was invisible to Dominic’s eyes in this darkness, but he knew where they were by memory. Silence had caught his tongue in a trap thrashing behind his teeth as he ignored the path of the hogsmeade park and cut through the grass instead, stomping over flowers until they were in the middle of a field of flowers in a thousand colors. He collapsed to his knees in one swift motion and twirled on his back, hitting it with the full force of the fall pulling her on top until he rolled over her capturing his girlfriend between the bed of flowers and him. ”Now... You’ve got my full attention...”