DC rolled his eyes at the three other gentlemen in his association. They were clearly amature girl-catchers. The blonde they'd just been catcalling all but flipped them off and stormed off offended.
"Here, you troglodytes, I'll show you how to do it..."
He ran up to the girl, catching her just before she went into the book store.
"Hey there, look, sorry about my mates being rude to ya...Can I make it up to you by buying you a drink? Ya know, I see the 'no' forming on your face before you say it, so...I'll just back off and let you think about the apology that might have been, yeah? Ta."
He gave her a secret smirk and waited for her response. She could blow him off, but, there was intrigue behind those cold, dark eyes. Like nearly looking into space, her eyes were. The darkness betwen the lights. What the hell was he thinking? He blinked and shook his head slightly, clearing the webbing out.
Gemma was disgruntled... yet again. She hadn't been having a very good past couple of days, what with the sudden information on her arranged engagement, so she'd come to Diagon Alley with Eclipse, to get her beloved cat some treats. But now, she had some boys bothering her, too... as usual.
Why can't they just leave me alone? she wondered for the thousandth time, her anger clear in her mind as she told them she'd enjoy spending time with them about as much as they'd fancy dying, Oh, that's right... I'm part bloody Veela, and boys can't get their eyes or hands off of me!
She was almost to the safety of the bookshop when one of the boys came after her. Her hand was halfway up her sleeve to get her wand when he... apologized? That was a new one... new enough to stop her cold, her dark eyes wary but intrigued as she watched the boy. He was quite handsome, she noticed, not an exact replica of what she considered perfection but still noteworthy. Also, his accent gave him away as American, which was rare enough in her experience to generate curiosity.
"What's your name?" she asked abruptly, holding Eclipse's carrier so that it was between them, as the level of her thighs, which were uncovered by her short skirt. She didn't want to be stared at any more than the other boys already had, though currently this one seemed more interested in her face, not her legs. An odd, but not unheard of, choice of what to stare at, even in her experiences.
"And why are you talking to me?" she added, allowing herself a tiny smirk back at the boy, "Didn't you hear what I told your 'mates'? I wasn't kidding, in case you were hoping otherwise."
DC's eyebrows jumped up perceptibly when she threw some sass back at him. He smirked, clearly amused by the temper. He, despite his humorous mood, managed to convey it as an easy mood rather than a mocking one.
"I'm DC...And I'm talking to you 'cause of what you said to the guys and me..." His face lost the playful expression and flirted into something borderline serious.
"Look, its obvious the boneheads upset you with their heckling, yeah? Rather than let you go away pissed and have a bad day, I figured I'd try to do something nice. If you'd rather I didn't, I'll bug off, but the least I owe you is an apology, and a drink if you'll take it. Look, lady...if its no, its no, I get it..." He glanced down at the carrier and smiled at the luminous grey eyes peering out at him.
"Hullo...who's this then?" He knelt to get a good look at the cat. "Tiny thing ain't ya...cute though...lucky to have him, you are. My mother won't let me have a pet..." He rolled his eyes at the thought and stood back up. He flashed a smile at the girl and continued the conversation.
"So what's you're name? And lets walk, its bloomin' hot today and I need a drink like yesterday."
Gemma sighed, not really sure what to do... which was an odd feeling, for her. Usually, her intellect could supply her with any number of actions in almost any situation, but apparently this wasn't one of them. The boy had announced himself as DC, and then proceeded to give her an actual apology, or an attempt at one, anyway. It certainly wasn't said in the most refined of terms, but it was offered, nonetheless.
When the boy DC bent over to peer at Eclipse, however, Gemma very nearly pulled back: she didn't want him at that level in front of her, even if he was currently focused on her cat. All he would have to do would be raise his eyes a inch, and he'd be staring at her legs... or rather, between them. She was distracted even from these thoughts by the actions of her cat, however: he was trying to get a paw out from between the bars of his carrier door, in an attempt to bat at DC's hand.
He only does that when he likes someone....
The thought flitted across Gemma's mind in an instant, and as a result of it, she actually smiled back at DC when he stood up, though only for a few seconds. Her cat was an extremely good judge of character, so if he didn't mind this DC, then she might perhaps be safe with him... for now.
At least long enough to relieve some of this irritation, she decided, At least with him, I don't have to think about that Burgess boy... ugh...
"My name is Gemma, and this is Eclipse," she told him, then turned to walk away, towards the Leaky Cauldron. She had walked a few yards before she realized DC wasn't beside her. She stopped, then turned back, smirking slightly. "And why aren't you coming? I thought you were thirsty." She shook her head, then turned back around, flouncing off once again, knowing without a doubt the boy would follow. They always did, whether she wanted them to or not, but in this case... she definitely wanted him to...
Beautiful...ab-so-lutely beautiful. DC stood staring at the broom display in the Quidditch shop. The newest model was displayed in all of its sparkly, luminescent shinging glory. It was supposed to be faster than a Firebolt, and it definitely looked it. But, like with most new brooms, it was a Chaser/Seeker model.
The girl, Gemma she had called herself, was walking off, so he pulled himself from the display and followed her.
"Gemma, huh? Thats...kind of sort of ringing a bell...I think one of my friends is a mutual friend of yours. Sofi Steel ring a bell? She got me through Potions year before last. Hate that bloody subject. Effing boring, it is. And pointless. Why make a potion that does some effect or another when there are numerous, perfectly good charms or transfiguration spells to do the same damn thing?! Honestly..I think its all a ruse to get more people to fail..."
Gemma found herself feeling pleased when DC actually followed her: she normally hated it when boys followed her, but since she'd ordered this one to she was glad that he was obeying her... for now, anyway...
They usually do, she reminded herself, I just wish they were so... pleasant about it, normally...
DC's words, however, caught her attention, distracting her from her thoughts: another thing that normally never happened with boys. How interesting this particular one was!
"Yes, I know Sofi!" she said, actually smiling at the mention of the dark-skinned girl in her year at school; they weren't in the same house, but they got along well enough. "She's a friend of mine... well, probably the only person that counts as such, other than my younger brother.... and Eclipse, of course..." She raised her cat's carrier to her eye-level and smiled at her cat, who purred and attempted to rub against the bars of his carrier.
"Oh, darling," Gemma cooed, now ignoring DC as she opened the carrier door and pulled her cat out, slinging the empty box over her arm, "Here, I'll carry you..." Eclipse crawled up her arm and draped himself around her neck like a living stole, and Gemma grinned, finally looking back over at the boy beside her.
"You don't like Potions, either? That's the only subject I truly detest... well, I suppose I must include Herbology, as well... Perhaps we will actually get along, hmm?" She smirked at the boy, wondering why she was acting this way: she was almost flirting with him. It wasn't an unheard of thing for her, but usually it was a put-on mood; right now, it was almost... genuine....
Perhaps it's merely my need to rebel coming out, she mused, It might be fun to rebel this particular way, develop a relationship with another boy other than the one forced on me, just to show them all what I'm capable of... She knew it could easily backfire on her, if her parents found out, but until they did... what fun it would be to show them that they didn't own her!
"Yeah...Herbology's okay...not my favorite, but it's definitely head and shoulders above potions...Last year, I was forced to do nothing but write papers for potions....endless tedious mind numbing papers on theory. If I never see the subject again, I'll be happy. Besides, I don't need it for my career path...Only took it because mother made me."
He shoved his hands in his pocket and stared off into space. There was a woman he detested as much as he loved. His mother. Wow, talk about harpy. She was manipulative, hateful, dark, and the only family he really had right now. Well, there was his father, but...the man just simply didn't understand his half-wizard son, and never would. His mother, depsite the tension between them, at least encouraged him to go to school and be good at magic. She at least enrolled him in summer leagues for Quidditch. She at least bought all of his school supplies and everything. Too bad she hated half of her son and what he represented, as far as her own indiscretions.
That wasn't an issue for now, though. Now, DC was with a beautiful young woman and about to get a drink with her. Perhaps more? Time would tell.
Gemma nodded, surprised to find that she was actually listening to what this boy had to say.... and even more surprised that she agreed with him. "Unfortunately, I do need it for my career path," she told him, "I need both, actually... I just hope that selling my soul to my family will be enough to guarantee that I still get to have that career..."
She glanced over at DC, watching his face carefully. His comment about his mother made him wonder if perhaps his family was similar in its demands to hers. "Does your mother try and control you, too, then?" she asked, tilting her head at him; the question could be taken as rude, but her tone was entirely curious, not prying. "I understand the feeling, as I just mentioned..."
She sighed, wondering how much she should tell DC. She was spared the choice, for the moment, by the fact that they'd reached the pub. She brushed past him, accidentally jostling his arm with her body, to go through the door first, not even waiting for him to open it for her; she figured he wouldn't bother, so why stand there like an idiot, waiting? She headed right for the bar and sat at one of the stools, crossing one leg over the other to show off her barely-covered-by-a-tiny-skirt legs. Eclipse jumped off her shoulders to sit at her elbow on the bar.
"So... are you buying for me, or do I have to pay for myself?" she asked DC, tilting her head again and patting the stool beside her with a practiced lean forward that allowed her black sweater to show her upper body off. Gemma was enjoying the feeling of power at the moment, the fact that she could twist any boy she wanted to around her little finger twice.... she just hoped she wasn't making too bad of a choice with this one...
Soul selling? At least her parents believed she had one.
"Nah...mother-dearest doesn't try to control so much as she reminds me on a daily basis that my existance was a mistake...She's fanatical about blood status and I'm the half-blood whelp...she loves me so much." He finished on a cooing, sarcastic voice.
DC was surprised when Gemma elbowed past him and opened the door for herself. She didn't even give him the chance to open it for her before dismissing him as someone who wouldn't. He rubbed his arm where she had brushed against him. It tingled. A lot.
While she arranged herself in a very flattering, very revealing pose, DC flagged down a waitress and was midway through the order of "One butter beer and what ever the young woman would like" when she interrupted him. He cast her a wide eyed smirk, face frozen in a sardonic 'what do you think?' expression.
Gemma was more pleased than ever when DC apparently noticed her attempts to make him notice her. Normally, being noticed like this was irritating, but when she wanted it... it was an amazing ego stroke. She could literally twitch a finger, and get whatever she wanted... what could be more fun than that?
DC's expression when he paused in the middle of his order had her giggling, but she covered her mouth with her hand to hide her smile: she didn't want him seeing her showing actual emotion, as it would ruin the illusion of the girl in perfect control that she was trying to portray. "You're only getting butterbeer?" she queried, raising one sculpted eyebrow and smirking, "I would've thought you would prefer something more.... daring." She actually winked -- winked! her! -- at him before looking at the waitress, who was staring at her with a rather dazed look. Gemma hastily dropped her eyes from the girl's, not wanting to show DC that her "gifts" were known to work with certain girls, as well as boys.
"I'd like a... hmm, let me see..." Gemma casually grabbed a menu and perused it at top speed. "An Island Itch and... a... Vesuvian? That will do for now, thanks..." The waitress, who was still staring at Gemma, nodded and moved off, and Gemma returned her attention to DC.
"One of those is for you," she informed him, "You may choose, but I expect you to drink it... for my sake, hmm?" She settled back on her stool a little more and waved her crossed foot idly; it wasn't until she felt the friction that she realized she was actually rubbing her toe against DC's shin. She felt herself blush a bit -- this hadn't been her intention -- but she figured it would only keep him more enthralled, so she didn't stop. However, she also didn't draw any attention to the fact, so that if DC did she could act shocked.
[iYou've gotten yourself in trouble, boy...[/I] Part of DC wondered why the warning voice sounded almost gleeful over the fact that he was in trouble with this girl. She was like a predator, and here he was, helpless, willing prey.
He surveyed the two drinks cautiously. Normally, he hated who he became when he was drunk. Contemplative, moody, and general 'meh' attitude. And the headaches, dear Lord, the headaches! But, if he only had a little, he'd loosen up, definitely, and he could definitely avoid getting plastered, which is where things got really bad.
"Well, then, the Vesuvian...I'm not gonna get too drunk though...Turns out Drunk-Me is a boring, stuffy, moody snark and you deserve better company than that. Cheers, Gem!" He toasted her and grinned, taking a sip of-
Was he on fire and didn't know it? It was pleasurable, but only in the parts of his mouth that he could still feel. Cinnamon, wasabi, firewhiskey...blended together? Delightful. He could feel tears pricking the corner of his eyes, but he steadfastly refused to give in. Instead, he laughed. Was it that strong he was already affected? Probably.
"Wowza! Hot stuff, there...and...are you rubbing my leg or am I already imagining things?"
Gemma was amused by DC's wary expression as he eyed the two drinks. His description of "drunk him" had her actually laughing, though part of that might have had to do with the fact that she had already taken a fairly large sip of the rejected drink. The mango juice in it was enough to make it taste like more than something than alcohol, which is what she preferred... when she did drink, which was rare. Alcohol tended to play with her Veela blood even more, causing her inhibitions to go down further (and at a faster rate) than many thought possible, what with her usual attempts at a frosty attitude.
"Yes, I definitely don't need a bore right now," she replied, smirking at DC, "There's no room for... ah... development of relationships, that way...." She might've gone on, throwing in a few more innuendos as her inhibitions slowly (or not so slowly, as the case usually was) slipped away, but then... DC called her Gem.
No-one calls me that... no-one save Gerry... whatever gave him the idea?
She stared at the blue-eyed boy, her own dark eyes drinking him in as she tilted her head, pondering him. Should she let him call her that? Or should she tell him not to?
I... I think I like it...
DC's choice of drink left him spluttering and laughing, and Gemma giggled too, reaching for the cup. "Let me try!" she demanded with an adorable (though she didn't know it) little pout, before taking a sip of the fiery red drink. It turned out "fiery" was the best word for it, for within seconds she was tearing up too. "Mon Dieu, celui est fort!" she gasped, resorting to French in her singed-mouth state.
Finally, DC pointed out her rubbing of his leg, which had been continuing all that while. Forgetting her prior decision to ask shocked, due to her now decidedly tipsy state, she set DC's cup back down and licked her burning lips. Biting them so much while thinking probably wasn't the best idea if she intended to drink liquid fire, she thought briefly, but then the thought slid away... along with the rest of her control.
"Of course I am," she enunciated carefully, trying not to slip back into French, "Font vous l'aiment? Oh, damn.... that was French, wasn't it..." She giggled again, leaning forward and running her hands daringly up DC's thighs, only stopping about halfway up because she couldn't reach further without standing up, and she didn't really want to.
"Mmm... it's warm in here," she murmured, closing her eyes blissfully for a moment, "But I want it to be hotter..." She grinned widely, her eyes still closed, before they sprang open to lock with DC's. "Actually, I prefer cold weather, but currently heat seems like a good thing," she explained, her usual logic mixing oddly with her semi-drunk state.
Gemma said, in order, "My God, that is hot!" and "Do you like it?"
"i have no idea what you said, but that was dead sexy...should I maybe get a room when I'm still clear headed enough to handle monetary transactions?"
Well, wasn't he Captain McForward of the HMS Proposition all of a sudden...DC had no idea, save the alcohol, where such a thought came from. He wasn't disinclined to agreeing with it though. The girl was a fox! And, if he were to be prey, then all the more willing he'd go. Something about the drink was making him just absolutely wild at the moment. Or maybe it was her hand on him. It ignited cold fire, sparking and arcing like electricity through him, making him feel so alive and yet so deficient at the same time. Ripples of completeion echoed thorugh him when she spoke. It was like when he listened to her, all of a sudden the world made sense.
He'd have died, at that moment, if she smiled at him and asked right.
Gemma had absolutely no answer for DC for several seconds... mostly because she was still trying to figure out what he was talking about. Then suddenly, it struck her, and she froze, her dark eyes flying wide open. He'd called her "sexy"... and now he was asking her if she wanted a room. Presumably for the two of them. Together. Alone. Hot...
She shuddered, trying to fend off the opposing sides of her mind. Part of her was screaming for her to run, but the other part... the other part was already in the proposed room, engaging in all sorts of things she'd never even considered doing before. Her hands clenched, gripping the boy's thighs, where they still rested. What should she do? What should she say?
The word surprised Gemma as it flew out of her mouth, but she found she didn't regret it.... not yet, anyway. She might tomorrow, or possibly even later today, but right now? There was no refusing the way her body was feeling at the moment: if she didn't, she might lose her mind... literally. She licked her lips again, though still with a bit of nervousness. She had never agreed to anything of this sort before... was she even about to do it right?
"Yes, we... we need to go somewhere," she murmured, staring at DC's knees rather than look him in the eye. Finally, however, her dark eyes drifted back up to his blue ones. "I have to take my cat home," she whispered, "But then..." A slow smile blossomed on her face, and she slowly, slowly, got to her feet, stepping close enough to DC that she could actually smell him: soap with the tiniest hint of aftershave. It was... intoxicating... She leaned in, her hands sliding from his thighs to his waist, and leisurely brought her mouth to his.
The thought ran through the back of Gemma's mind, but for the most part she wasn't even aware of the words: words meant nothing at the moment.... all that mattered was touch. She'd never kissed someone this way before, with so much depth and passion. In fact, all she'd done up to this point was the experimenting that young French teens had all seemed into when she'd started school, and all the times people had tried to steal kisses from her. But this was entirely originating from her, without anyone influencing her to do what she was doing.
She broke away, gasping slightly, and gave DC a rather wild-eyed smile. "Quick... put the money for the drinks down," she ordered him, not even noticing her tone of command. She released him, but only with one arm: the other was still resting around his broad shoulders. She held out her hand to her cat, and he came, giving her a rather disgruntled look; apparently, he disapproved of the goings-on. Gemma grabbed his carrier, and he hopped in, allowing her to latch it after him.
"Okay... let's go," Gemma whispered, bringing DC's mouth to hers again just before Apperating the two of them to her parent's house... or rather, to her room within it. She set Eclipse's cage down and opened it, then resumed kissing DC, burying her fingers in his black hair to draw him closer to her. Her body was screaming in delight, throbbing in ways she'd never felt before. Still, there was something bothering her in the back of her mind, a sense that she was forgetting something. Finally, the sense became strong enough that she was forced to break the kiss, resting her forehead against DC's and gasping for breath.
"I-I'm sorry," she stammered, "I-I'm forcing this on you, going t-too fast..." She closed her eyes, her head falling forward and sideways to rest on DC's shoulder, in the curve beside his throat. They were very close to the same height, she noticed: only about an inch separated them. "You didn't even tell me if this is what you meant," she went on, speaking so quickly that she was in danger of either becoming unintelligible in English or slipping into French, "Or if this is what you want... is it what you want? I've never done anything like this before, so I have no idea how to read your meaning in this area..." She raised her head again, her dark eyes concerned as they met DC's blue ones.
"I mean, I don't even know your name," she murmured, "Your real name, that is.... but I don't care, I don't care!" Her tone was suddenly almost vehemently passionate, and she yanked DC back to her for another kiss, her hands wandering over his body in an attempt to draw him closer. When she pulled back from this display of affection, her hands still continued their roving.
"Je vous veux tellement mal!" she breathed, then realized she'd lapsed into French again. "I... I mean... I want you so badly," she translated, her voice still nearly inaudible but wracked with desire, "Please...." She wasn't even sure what she was asking for, what the rest of her sentence would be, but she didn't care: her tone and expression were more than enough to convey her meaning.
"Quick, put money for the drinks down.." He obeyed, as she commanded. It felt right, to listen to the fire in her voice, to burn with the spark of her command. She grabbed him and the next thing he really was aware of was holding her in what was most likely her bedroom. She just wouldn't get her hands off of him. Oh how wonderful it felt! He loved this and sank deeper into the burning call in his mind and body. A lazy thought spiraled back up and he answered her question.
"Of course I want this..." The feel of her face against his neck was beyond intoxicating. It was surreal. Words drug themselves out of his lips before he could stop himself.
"There's nobody at my home..and theres not gonna be for several hours...should we...?"
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