Just One Night Couldn't Be So Wrong

[Isabella Chaos]

Isabella would be lying if she said she was the happiest person at Hogwarts right now. Although she had sought out to change for the better this semester after her mother had passed away, the fourteen year old was feeling nothing but teen angst, betrayal, shame, lust, humiliation, sorrow, guilt, amongst other things, and it was all pent up in her tiny frame, unable to let it out because she feared going back on her word that she would behave from now on.

For some reason the Slytherin had taken to avoiding everyone lately, her best friends, her boyfriend, and only seemed to eat, sleep, do her homework, and practice her butt off in Quidditch practice. After having lost for a second time, piling on the humiliation and shame, the petite girl was wearing herself out trying to prove her worth as Captain and although the Quidditch games were always fun, her pride always ended up getting shattered afterward, putting her all into a game and never getting anything rewarding in the process. She always went into the games thinking she'd remain level-headed and calm even if they lost, but this proud Slytherin wasn't one to take losing very lightly.

One night after a very tiring and gruesome practice, Isabella decided to go up to the North Tower to get away from everyone for a while, cool her head and think about things, what she was going to do. She was still wearing her clothes from practice, she had just thrown on a baggy grey shirt and some blue shorts because she always got hot during practice but up in the North tower at night it was rather cold now. She shivered slightly as she made her way up to the top but didn't let the cold bother her much. Her already messy, windblown hair was flying around her and she absentmindedly tucked a few strands behind her ear as she went over to the edge of the tower and looked down at the Quidditch Pitch she had just been at moments ago.

Probably one of the things that was also bothering her a lot lately was because try as she might (and she did!) for some reason she could not get that stupid Thomas Smith boy out of her head! She hated the attraction she had developed for the younger Ravenclaw and she was completely aware that boy he and she were taken, and still, she couldn't help herself. "Stupid Tommy," she muttered into the wind out loud to herself, calling him by the informal name she had taken to calling him in her head.

 

[Thomas Smith]

Nearing exam time Thomas had taken to locking him up in his dorm room almost everyday and every night, emerging every so often for something to eat and even though he was only an alternative, Quidditch Practise, it seemed to be the only time he didn't have something on his mind and just let loose. After staying in his dorm all day he figured it would be a good time to go out, no one would be out and about at this time at night so he had no chance of confronting anyone. As he made his way to the kitchens he let his mind wonder back on the events of this term. It, admittedly, hadn’t been his best so far. He had locked himself away from everyone, his friends, and more importantly, his girlfriend. It hurt him to not see Autumn as much as they were both used too. Thinking back to last year, that were so inseparable, but this year, they were lucky if they at least got a hello before class.

Now with food in his belly, he figured he should make his way back to his dorm room but he knew Scorpius and Ares would still be up and he didn’t care for the deadly silence that came everyday. So with one of his note books in his hand he made his way up to the North Tower. It was one of the best places in the castle to go if you didn’t want to confront anyone and sit quietly and just think. And for a 12 year old he had a lot of thinking to do, too much in fact. Every second when he didn’t have his nose stuck in a book, revising, he had the night of the Valentine’s Ball in his head. It kept replaying itself like a video in his head. The deed itself was bad enough and he felt terrible for it, but what made him feel worse was the fact he enjoyed it, too much. He had a girlfriend, and Isabella had a boyfriend, so nothing could ever happen between them but it didn’t stop him from wanting something to happen.

Sure he loved Autumn (right?) but what he felt when he thought of Isabella wasn’t love, more lust than anything. The animal attraction was more than he could bare at times, he felt like he wanted to scream or hit something, thankfully he was a beater. Then again when Thomas thought about it, there was something else about her, when they had meet earlier in the year they had talked and connected? They had a fair bit in common; it was like she understood him better than anyone else, even Autumn. As he climbed the last step into the North Tower he felt the cool wind hit his face and with it the sound of someone saying his name. ”Hello? Who’s there?” he asked trying to get his eyes accustomed to the dark.

 

[Isabella Chaos]

No sooner had Isabella rested her elbow on a window sill and rested her head on her hand, than she heard someone talking behind her at the entrance. The voice sounded vaguely familiar and it caused her heart to start thumping wildly in her chest out of anticipation. Or was it simply surprise? She was going to go with the latter because it made her feel less guilty. The Slytherin immediately turned around, crossing her arms over her chest and stared in the direction of the voice, unable to see clearly just who it was yet. "It's Isabella, who's there?" she responded, her tone cold and snappy, her usual defense mechanism to keep others away from her.

 

[Thomas Smith]

Thomas heard the voice return his question and he felt as though someone had punched him in the gut. The one person he had been trying to avoid was standing right in front of him. What stupid luck. He knew that he could simply turn and walk away, not speaking another word, he knew it was the right thing to do, but something made him step out of the shadows and stand in the moonlight. Leaning against the wall beside him he crossed his arms and looked at Isabella, his heart racing but he didn't let it show and remained calma and collected, "Forgotten me already?" he asked with a sly smile, what was wrong with him?

 

[Isabella Chaos]

Isabella waited with an annoyed expression written on her tired face, when suddenly the source of the voice stepped forward, revealing himself in the moonlight. As soon as she saw who it was, her stomach did a flip flop and she felt she could go weak in the knees due to shock and excitement at seeing him, as well as exhaustion. Thankfully they didn't give out on her and she realized that she had recognized the voice which was why her heart had began beating faster, but she had just blocked it momentarily as to who it was, especially since she had just been thinking of him moments ago and hadn't been expecting to see him there.

The Slytherin couldn't help but smile at his reply but had to bite down on her lip to stop a grin from forming. "Tommy!" she exclaimed, a little more excited than she wanted to let on. She then realized she had called him Tommy rather than his full name and she wanted to just die with embarrassment. She had never called him Tommy before, only in her mind, so to say it out loud was practically proof that she had been thinking of him recently. The Slytherin looked down at her feet momentarily and realized she was wearing the rattiest, probably most unflattering articles of clothing. Yet again, she wanted to groan out in frustration for not being prepared to see Thomas but then she forced the thought out of her mind. Wait, what're you talking about! 'Being prepared to see Thomas' what is that?! she asked herself internally. Still, she felt the need to say, "Sorry I just got out of practice," as she gestured to her clothes, with a wrinkle of her nose to indicate that this was not her normal attire.

 

[Thomas Smith]

Thomas found it strange when people called him 'Tommy' not that he minded it, but it was strange, it was something he couldn't explain. But he certainly didn't mind it coming from Isabella, the fact she remembered his name, and was using his nickname made him smile. It was no point trying to hide the facts anymore, he had become infactuated with Isabella Chaos, not so much that he was going to stalk her, heck he had been avoiding her for the past few weeks, but he was in nearly every thought that went though his head. How could she not, she was a beautiful girl, smart and something about her made Thomas want her, but he couldn't react to his animal instincts , it would be nothing but bad news for both of them.

Thomas gave a light scoff when she excused herself for her attire, "No need to apologise to me, you look hot no matter what you wear." he said. What was he saying, he never said things like this, especially to a girl, his mother brought him up to respect woman, and not treat them like objects.

 

[Isabella Chaos]

Isabella could feel the pink rose color in her cheeks rising at Thomas' compliment, her lip captured between her teeth to conceal the grin that was erupting. "Thanks," she replied modestly. When it came to compliments Isabella was never arrogant about them, despite the way she portrayed herself. Isabella opened her mouth to return a similar compliment to Thomas before she cleared her throat and ran a hand in an attempt to tame her flyaway hair. "What're you doing here?" she asked him simply, but the subtext of the question said 'Why haven't you talked to me?'

The fourteen year old teen was foolish in thinking that she and Thomas could possibly act normal after they'd kissed. From the moment they met they had rather connected in a strange way, something she had never expected, and she didn't know what it was that attracted her so much to the Ravenclaw boy, but she had a feeling the kiss they shared on Valentine's night wasn't just because of the Cupid's arrows charming them. No, she and Thomas couldn't be 'just friends' they were attracted to each other, physically, and it was rather obvious. Isabella wanted to convince herself that she was better at hiding it than he was, but she thought back to Valentine's night and how she felt she had been the one to initiate the kiss, since she did know it was him underneath the mask the whole time and never stopped herself.

 

[Thomas Smith]

"Thinking." He replied simply to Isabella's question. That's all he had been doing for some time now, just thinking. It really wasn't healthy to have so many thoughts going around his head, what with exams, electives, Autumn, Isabella, although the ones he should be thinking about were more than often the thing that was on his mind most of the time. Pushing himself off the wall he was leaning on he walked closer to Isabella, he had to to get as close as possible to her. Standing beside her he leaned against the windowsill, looking at her, trying not to pounce on her.

Now that he was beside her he caught her scent in the cool night breeze. The side of his lips curled up into a smile as he inhaled it, trying to make it seem natural. At the smell his heart increased in speed, Mike Goulding was a lucky boy to have this girl to himself. Thomas wondered if Mike would mind sharing.

 

[Isabella Chaos]

Isabella's heart rate increased with each step Thomas took closer to her. She nodded her head softly to his answer to acknowledge that she'd heard it and replied, "Looks like we have that in common." Yet another thing to add to the list, she reminded herself, thinking it was rather eerie to have so much in common with Thomas.

Thomas was now beside her and Isabella turned facing him, leaning against the windowsill as well. In an attempt to keep herself busy she began twirling her hair in her fingers. She cursed Thomas for being so indescribably attractive to her and hated that he was teasing her by coming so close. Isabella's brown eyes fluttered up to his as she asked softly, "What did you come here to think about?" Though her heart was racing with desire and her head had just been swimming with so many different thoughts and emotions, right now her mind was clotted with thoughts of Thomas and wanting to kiss him again.

It wasn't just that Isabella wanted Thomas physically, she had her boyfriend to fulfill those desires right? But Mike seemed to treat her like a delicate flower, and although that was very sweet and she liked it like that, she also wanted to be free to kiss him whenever, where ever. She guessed that Mike being a Prefect he felt like he had to uphold this respectable appearance and making out with your girlfriend in public probably didn't exactly portray that. But aside from physicality, Thomas made Bella feel calmer and she felt she could relax. Since he had lost a parent as well she felt he could understand all the emotions she could feel at once and why she would want to act out aggressively, but he could calm her down by reassuring her with his experience.

 

[Thomas Smith]

Thomas laughed lightly as Isabella commented on yet another thing that they had on common. It was hard to believe that two people could have so much in common, but here were two examples together again, not planned, it seemed like fate was practically pushing them together. It’s not right to mess with fate Thomas thought to himself, trying to find some reason to kiss Isabella again without regretting it later, not that he could regret it.

Thomas inhaled Isabella’s scent again, masking it as a sigh as he thought about how to answer her question without seeming stalker-ish. But he didn’t want to lie to Isabella, it wouldn’t be right to do so, he hated lying full stop, but to someone he was so connected to would be a sin. “Well to be honest, everything.” he answered, semi truthfully. “But,” he continued, “More so, you! Us! Valentines night! The kiss! It’s all I’ve been able to think about for weeks now, I just keep playing it over and over in my head. It’s driving me crazy!” he said in one breath. Taking heavy breaths he looked at Isabella, wondering how she would react to his outburst, it felt good to get it off his chest. Before she could answer he pulled her into a kiss, now he had it off his chest he felt like he could do it.

He sank into the kiss easily, wrapping his arms around Isabella. It felt so good. To have her in his arms again, lips connected. It was almost as good as the first time, even without the cupids the adrenaline was pumping through his body, willing him to get closer to Isabella than he already was. It hoped no one else felt like visiting the North Tower tonight.

 

[Isabella Chaos]

It was taking a lot of effort for Isabella not to say 'screw it' and kiss Thomas again. Her lip seemed to be permanently captured between her teeth as if she was restraining herself (she was), but mostly she was only doing so out of fear that she'd be reading the signals wrong. What if she was the only one who liked what happened on Valentine's night and he wanted nothing more to do with her and wanted to tell her to go away so he could be with his girlfriend in peace.

Isabella had to admit she was a bit taken back by his response, had she been asked the same question her response probably would've been the same, maybe even word for word. A hint of a smile traced her lips before she wiped it away. She shouldn't be joyous over the fact that another girl's boyfriend was thinking about her constantly. Isabella looked up at Thomas, trying to decipher his tone of voice as he spoke, trying to figure out if he was mad at himself for allowing Isabella to be on his mind or if he didn't mind it.

His next action however seemed to answer her question. He was kissing her again, and this time he had initiated it. Isabella felt like her heart could burst with how fast it was beating. Isabella kissed Thomas back eagerly, portraying just how much she had been wanting to do that for the past few weeks. Easily, as if they had done this plenty of times before, Isabella slipped her arms over him, a hand running through his hair as she continued to kiss him. It was only when she needed to get some air that she pulled away reluctantly. "I almost forgot how good of a kisser you were," she told him with a smirk, her arms still wrapped around him.

 

[Thomas Smith]

Thomas felt Isabella pull away, and if hadn't needed the air he would have pulled her back. Breathless he smiled at her, enjoying the closeness of their two bodies. Laughing at her response he replied, "My dreams did you no justice." It seemed that no matter how vivid his dreams might have been, the real thing was a million times better. Now that the two of them had sufficient air he felt like going back to kissing her, but something stopped him. "We can't keep doing Isabella." he said frowning, still holding in his arms. It hurt him more than he thought it would to say the words, he wanted to do nothing else but keep doing it, but surely it wouldn't be fair on Mike and Autumn. He wondered what Isabella would say.

 

[Isabella Chaos]

Isabella laughed lightly, breathlessly with Thomas' response and couldn't help but grin brightly at the fact that Thomas seemed to dream of her. Instantly after the thought had crossed her mind her subconscious kicked in and told her that this was all wrong. Right on cue, Thomas too said it aloud though his body language seemed to portray otherwise. "I know..." she admitted, her eyes fluttering down in shame but only seeing their bodies pressed against each other comfortably. She wanted to let go of him, actually that wasn't a lie, she knew she should've let go of him, but she couldn't bring herself to tear her arms away from him just yet. She wanted to revel in the moment a little longer.

Being a Slytherin, her sneaky, manipulative side kicked in and told her subconscious to shove it. "No one's around to see," she pointed out, the cold night air whipping around them, pushing them closer. At least I hope no one's around! she thought to herself before shoving the thought out of her mind and trying to think of how she could possibly continue to kiss Thomas without either of the two feeling guilty. Of course she knew that was nearly impossible, but what if they just pretended it never happened afterward? The teenage girl leaned in closer to him, if possible, and asked, "You want this as bad as I do, don't you?" Part of her was trying to convince him, but she knew in reality it wouldn't be hard to do so if he really did think that. Before he could respond she kissed him again, trying to distract him from feeling guilty and was running her fingers through his hair once more. If they decided they couldn't do this anymore then she was going to make their last kiss a good one.

 

[Thomas Smith]

Thomas bit his lip when Isabella agreed with him. At least they both knew they were doing wrong, so how could something so wrong feel so right? Thomas let a moments slience engulf them. If they were to end this, whatever this was, how could they do it. It was impossible to avoid each other, tonight proved that, but they couldn't risk been seen together. Thomas smirked as Isabella commented on how they were alone. It was true, but for how long? Thomas had to admit he was scarred, scarred if anyone were to find out and tell Autumn and Mike.

Thomas had no idea what to do or say, he wanted nothing more but kiss her again, and by her last comment so did she. But could they really keep doing this. Thomas heard Isabella ask him if he wanted this, he felt that it was a stupid question to ask, of course he did, he wanted nothing more. As he was about to reply he felt Isabella kissing him again. Thomas returned the kiss with as much eager as he could muster at this late hour. His hand not staying in one place for too long, the adrenaline was back and he liked it. Breaking away for air once more he smirked and said, "Does that answer your question?"

 

[Isabella Chaos]

Isabella smiled in triumph as Thomas seemed to forget about feeling guilty and kissed her back. She was surprised that she could return the vigorousness of the kiss back to him, since she was completely exhausted from Quidditch practice, but the adrenaline rushing through her body was of a different kind right now and it was giving her enough energy to kiss Thomas passionately. When they finally broke apart for air once more, Isabella had to smirk at his response.

"I'm surprised at you Thomas Smith," she admitted, the smile on her face indicating she liked what she saw now. She had thought him to be quiet and timid and shy, and well, a geek. He was a Ravenclaw after all. Isabella kept her arms wrapped casually around Thomas' neck but didn't return to kissing him just yet.

Absentmindedly the Slytherin was chewing on her lower lip in thought, wondering how they could possibly make things work in public. Clearly they couldn't keep this up, it was just wrong, but they were too well connected to deprive each other of their company. Ever since she'd met Thomas a few months ago she felt she had someone to turn to and relate to with certain things, and fate just seemed to push the two together all the time. In the Quidditch game she had nearly lost the Quaffle just at the sight of him. "You know, we can try and make this work, be friends I mean," she clarified, before he thought she meant the two of them as a couple. She had to admit that thought often did cross her mind, but so far neither of them seemed willing to let go of their current partners. "We don't have to avoid each other," she continued, thinking that the time that they had been avoiding each other was rather hard on both of them. "How hard can it be right?" she said with a tone of cheeriness. At the moment Isabella thought she could control her level of attraction to Thomas Smith but it wasn't until they were in public that her will of restraint would be put to the test.

 

[Thomas Smith]

Thomas smiled somewhat smuggly at Isabella's response. But to be honest he was surprising himself, never had he felt like this, even with Autumn, there was a attraction to Isabella that Thomas had for Autumn, but it wasn't as prominent. Thomas let his hands rest gentally around Isabella's body, it seemed so natural.

As Isabella started to talk, Thomas looked out to the night sky. He was glad that she wanted to try and make this work, there was nothing more he wanted, but it wasn't going to be easy. Isabella made it seem so easy and to be honest it did. It might be hard to explain to some people how they were friends exactly, after the Gossip Magazine Autumn hated Isabella, the same with Scorpius, Joce hated her full stop, as did Arisa and he had a fair idea that Ares wasn't fond of her either. But then again, you can't choose who you're friends are, right? "It could work." he said finally. "But what about this, we can't exactly go about in public like this can we, even as friends." he said. If he was going to spent time with Isabella, on a regular basis, he didn't know how long he could keep his hands off her. People would definately catch on then.

 

[Joceline Richarde]

Joceline sat in her dorm room, talking to Abbey, who was awfully torn up about something her boyfriend did, she felt just awful for the girl but she did have some studying to do, exams were quickly approaching and she needed to do well. She didn't like to go to the library to do any studying, she found it too routy for her liking, so she picked her books and headed to the North Tower.

The North Tower was her favorite place at Hogwarts. She found it peaceful and not many went there so it was better for her to focus. As she approached, she heard two voices, one she vaguely recognized and one she really didn't but she didn't like the sound of their voice. This person sounded like, for lack of a better word, b*tch. She silently walked up the stairs, pleased that she was graceful. She was normally not as sneaky as this but she did have a column to think about and she wanted revenge on Thomas for being so un-just after she had apologized to him.

Silently, Joceline peered around the corner, her doe eyes settling on Thomas Smith and none other then Gossip Girl, Isabella Chaos. They had their arms wrapped around each other and looked like they were lusting after each other just as she had for Ivan. Her lips curled up into a smirk as she listened to the pair, her breathing hushed to the point where she could barely hear it herself.

 

[Isabella Chaos]

Isabella waited with baited breath, wondering what Thomas would say to her suggestion of being friends in public. So far they had been rather private, in the dungeons, with masks on at the ball, now here at the tower, but hanging out in public couldn't be so hard right? She hoped not, she was definitely going to find it hard not to go up and kiss Thomas but she liked to think she had more self control than that. Isabella smiled once Thomas agreed that it could work and grinned up at him in response.

When he brought up the whole not-being-able-to-keep-their-hands-off-each-other thing, Isabella pursed her lips in thought. "Well we'll just have to contain ourselves won't we?" Isabella finally replied with a coy little smile, leaning against him more, making it sound so easy. "But until then..." she trailed off softly, leaning in to kiss him again, completely oblivious to her surroundings, she didn't think anyone would be up here at night.

 

[Thomas Smith]

"Easier said than done." Thomas said returning Isabella's coy smile. He had decided that they was no point in questioning himself anymore. He knew the way he was acting around Isabella was very uncharacteristic of him, but he didn't care. It felt good to not play the goodie two shoes which he had perfected over the years. There was something about Isabella that drove him crazy and he liked it, maybe too much. "I like your thinking." he said laughing as he returned the kiss.

 

[Joceline Richarde]

Joceline let out a quiet gasp as she saw Isabella and Thomas kiss, before quickly walking down the stairs, hoping that they didn't hear her because it would be perfect for her article, of course it would have to be in code so Isabella who was her editor didn't catch it and figure it out.

 

[Thomas Smith]

As Thomas and Isabella returned their intimate kiss he quickly lifted his head, "Did you hear that?" he whispered. He was almost positive that he heard a noise coming from the steps near them. Could someone have been spying and seen them? He hoped it was just the wind or something and not actually a person.

 

[Isabella Chaos]

Isabella couldn't help but grin at the sight of Thomas' coy smile in return to her, before the two began kissing. She didn't know what it was about Thomas that attracted her to him so...physically. She didn't think she had a 'type' of guys, but if she did she never would've guessed that it'd be someone like Thomas. Still, all coherent thoughts slipped her mind as she kissed Thomas, before she thought she heard something.

The two quickly pulled away from each other and Isabella looked towards the entrance of the tower, squinting and trying to see someone. She nodded her head slowly when Thomas asked if she'd heard the noise. Her heart was pounding, this time out of fear rather than excitement as she tried convincing herself that it was just the wind. Somehow she had trouble believing that it was just the wind. Slowly and unwillingly she unwrapped her arms from Thomas and took a step back, biting down on her lip subtly. "We shouldn't be doing this Thomas," she said to him softly just as he had told her earlier.

 

[Thomas Smith]

Fear filled the Ravenclaw boys body as Isabella confirmed that she had heard something or someone too. Who would be up here at this time of night? he wondered to himself, well he was as was Isabella, maybe it wasn't so impossible for people to just come up here. He wondered if someone had seen them, did they know each other? Would they tell anyone? Feeling the pressure of Isabella's body ease of his torso he looked at her with worried eyes, they were caught and they had just began their 'relationship.'

Thomas took his eyes of her, he could see that she was worried too and couldn't bear it, so he kept his eyes on the vast grounds covered in night. It all seemed so peaceful, so calm but the strong blowing wind brought him back to reality, what had he got himself into? And why did he not want to get out of it? He moved his head in a sharp motion back to Isabella, shocked at her words, "Look Isabella, if you don't want to do this let me know now! I know I want too and you do too, but if you're having second thoughts I have to know so we can put this behind us as best as possible and just go back to our respective partners." He said in hushed tones.

 

[Isabella Chaos]

Isabella continued to chew on her lower lip, slowly convincing herself that it was just the wind. Who comes up here this late at night? she thought a bit frustrated at whatever the noise was that was causing her to be paranoid. Oh wait, Thomas and I, she thought with an internal eye roll. At Thomas' response Isabella was a bit surprised. She had expected him to call it off as he had sort of tried to earlier but his words only made her smile softly.

She shook her head vigorously to tell him that she didn't want to stop this, as bad as it was. It was wrong for her to want to continue this, but she couldn't help herself. Sure there were times like now where she had second thoughts, but she didn't want to end all communication with Thomas right away. "No, I do want to do this, it's too hard to stay away from you," she admitted softly. "We just..need to take it slow," that way no one suspects anything she finished in her mind. Obviously the two would have to be extra careful with how they portrayed their 'friendship' in public so that no one got suspicious. She just hoped whoever it was that saw them, if there was a person at all, didn't know them or their partners.

 

[Thomas Smith]

Thomas smiled at Isabella's responce, "Good, we're on the same wave length then." Thomas took a deep breath, he had not expected his night to turn out like this, in a way it had went from bad to worse, but in a good way, if that was even possible. He knew he was happy that he and Isabella had decided to do this but it didn't stop the nagging feeling he had. He was sure Isabella had it too, or she wouldn't have wanted to back out. But right now Thomas didn't want to care about that, all he cared about was his lips on Isabella's.

Leaning forward again he pressed his lips on hers and was back to kissing her passionately again. It felt as if he could do this forever it felt so good but alas he had to pull away again. Looking down at her with a small smile he figured good things had to come to an end. "Do you think we should call it a night? Our roomamtes are bound to be missing us." he highly doubted that, for him anyway, he hadn't talked to his roommates, or anyone for that matter, much as of late.