Post Melastan, right before Rabarente.
“Can you drive Ama to the airport from King’s Cross?” Melanie begged. She had clasped her hands together and given him those two bats of the eyelashes that had always made him give in. One flutter, two, then he was gone.
The car was his uncle’s. The cigarettes were his. He flicked his eyes over to see Ama’s lips wrapping around it. The flicker of the fire cast light on his face, making her look… pretty. It was enough to make his chest tighten in that confusing way he was somehow used to by now.
“So…” Ama began, the fire falling back into the lighter.
Jaw clenched, he wasn’t prepared for her to actually attempt conversation. He settled himself in for silence, trying not to dignify her with a response.
“Have you ever driven around London?”
“Jesus Christ! Left!”
“If I miss my flight because of you-“
She was leaning over the dashboard now, her hand on the steering wheel. Her palm bwww.tumblr.comeft hand and suddenly he was sweaty. Clammy palms, heightened breathing, he had to fix something quick.
“Shut the hell up!”
Ama fell back into her seat, looking at him.
“Here it is,” she murmured, turning to look out the window.
Suddenly, he felt terrible.
The drive back home afterwards wasn’t pleasant. The stereo wasn’t playing the right songs, he was driving in circles. Eventually he pulled over and took a breath, looking at the ceiling of the car until he calmed down before leaving London and disappearing into the countryside.
The train compartment was the only empty one that Rabastan could find. He thrust the window up and the wind rushed in and out, pulsing the sound waves around him. Rab took a deep breath of the fresh air, tired of being stuck on the stupid train.
He settled in as the engine screamed, slouching in his seat and putting a fag to his lips. He had just cast incendio when the door slid open again.
“OCCUPIED.” Rab growled around the cigarette. He had a craving and he needed to fulfill it. Alone.
“I’m joining you.”
Rab flicked his eyes up, frowning at the familiar face. He didn’t share many classes with the transfer, but he had found himself in the company of Amarente Bonet far too often for his liking. She set herself down across from him and propped her feet up. The heels of her trainers hit his hip and she lit up the cigarette.
The smoke went out the window.
Rab sat in silent, letting her feet knock against his side with the rhythm of the train.
“I hear you broke up with Melanie.”
Rabastan turned his eyes towards Ama, who was looking at him a bit sourly. Melanie and Ama had taken a liking to each other, it seemed, and Rab was none the wiser until now.
“It was mutual,” he said.
Rab frowned. “I’ve been her friend longer than you.”
“If that’s all you have over me,” she said sharply, “Then I’m a better friend than you.”
Rabastan considered all the things that could be shared in the girls’ dorms, where he couldn’t go. His jaw clenched when he thought of some things that Ama might be privy to that he didn’t want her to be.
He put his feet on the ground. “Goodbye, Ama.”
She laughed, “You aren’t gonna finish your cigarette?” Her eyebrow raised and the smile on her lips made Rab’s heart squeeze a little.
I hate her, he thought. This is hatred. And the smile that tugged dangerously at his lips was only a grimace, he convinced himself.
“No,” he said and tossed his cigarette out the window.
Amarente had only been in Hogwarts for a few days. Jet lag, she proclaimed, curling up in her sheets and burying her head in her pillow and adding, “Don’t wake me up,” to the end.
Melanie had smiled and nodded, waving it off with a “Fine.”
The next morning, Ama sat up and planted her feet on the floor. Rustling drew her attention to the side. A boy, hastily putting his pants on. His hair was messed up, but the face was family. A goofy smile on his face revealed a dimple on his left cheek, adorable and sexy and familiar.
Rabastan’s head popped up and looked at Amarente. After a moment, recognition passed over his face. The smile disappeared, a flush came to his cheeks.
Ama couldn’t help but grin, running her finger over her upper lip as she got to her feet. “Good morning,” she said to Melanie, who stirred and looked at Ama with a lazy smile.
“Morning,” Mel chimed. Rab looked around with a face contorted with confusion.
“You know her?”
Mel laughed, “Yes.” She wrapped her arms around Rabastan’s neck, giving him a soft peck on the lips. “Come back to bed.”
With a grunt, Rabastan crawled back in between the sheets and pulled Melanie against his chest, trying to drive the thoughts of that bitch out of his head.
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Rabarente, post-Preggers scare.
“I just don’t understand-“
“Thanks for loving me.”
The words were final. The end. Period. Fuck.
Rab looked over Ama, his chest tight. Her eyes were watering. “No,” he refused her. She took three steps back away from him, out of his reach. His arms weighed down at his side as he watched her go.
It wasn’t until her hand reached the knob that Rabastan was able to break from the haze. He stepped towards her. It only too two long strides before he could wrap his arms around her shoulders and whisper two words- don’t leave- into her ear.
Her back pressed to his chest, reciprocating the embrace. Her hands touched his arms, pulling him closer with what leeway she had. “I love you,” she told him, with the same tone.
She still had her back to him.
“Don’t leave,” he repeated, loosening his grip so she could turn in his arms.
“Is that all you can say?” Ama asked.
Rabarente, Pre-Preggers scare.
Rab’s breath caught in his throat, looking down at the potion. Severus had looked at him with a raised eyebrow when Rabastan asked for it. The blood in Rabastan’s veins went to his feet, making it hard to walk or do anything really until he could see the potion turn.
Pink. He requested of the gray potion. For the love of god, turn pink.
Ama took his hand, not watching the potion. Leaning up, she kissed his cheek, “Don’t worry,” she whispered.
His breath caught in his throat. “Please,” he murmured, requesting silence. Ama gave him that smile, the one that always shut him up. “Oh you,” that smile said. “Don’t worry,” it said.
Rab wondered when they’d gotten so comfortable, when they could read each other well enough that they didn’t need to look at each other. He sat down next to Ama, drawing her close and burying his face in her hair.
“Please,” he requested as he closed his eyes and waited. Ama’s arms wrapped around him and her breath hit his ear. The words twww.tumblr.comess. Too long, too long, his mind whirred over them. He pulled back to look at the potion, sure that Ama was speaking some foreign language. But his mouth wrapped around the joyous words, repeating what Ama had just told him.
Ama tapped her foot, crossing her arms over her chest. Her aunt was dressed in a high collared gown, which screamed ridiculous to Ama. She looked into the living room, where there were other people gathered in equally overstuffed costumes.
“I threw a theme party!” Her aunt said, spreading her arm out to gesture to the guests, “Eighteenth century France! I thought you’d appreciate it as a welcome gift.”
Ama rolled her eyes. “A taste of home.”
Guided by her arm, Ama was glad that she hadn’t dressed for the occasion. One of the younger men turned, smirking. A little line of what Ama presumed to be a mustache but might just be some shit he forgot to wipe off after brown nosing sat above his lip.
Ama raised her hand, her smile charming as she pointed to her upper lip. “Got a little something?” She mouthed to him.
The Lestrange boy’s eyes opened wide and he raised his hand, covering his mouth. Tittering, Ama turned away and stalked up to her bedroom.
I missed two moons. James hands tapped the wheel. His eyes flicked to his friend, who sat with his head hung low, his chin grazing his chest. “I feel like shit,” James said, running his hand through his hair and returning his eyes to the road.
Remus tugged at the sleeves of the coat James had given him. All of James’ clothes had gotten too big for him recently. Remus continued to lose weight while James and Sirius worried.
James’ chest rose with his breath as he clenched his jaw. It was his fault. Remus hadn’t mentioned the moon, instead slipping out the backdoor of James’ house before running into the forest.
“Sorry, can we stop for a second? I need to get out?” Remus interrupted James’ question. James shut his mouth, slowing the car and stopping at the top of a hill. Remus opened the door and slipped out, leaving James alone in the car.
Leaning his forehead against the wheel, James took a deep breath. He leaned over and rolled down the window, “Moony?” he called.
No answer, a small trail of smoke floated into the car. James could see Remus’s back pressed against the back door window, James’ green jacket almost black in the dark.
Over the horizon, an inch of light peeked out from the other side of the world.
“Good morning, James,” Remus murmured. James climbed over and got out of the car.
“Morning, Remus.” James lit his own fag up, the tip of his wand shaking in the cold. He looked at Remus, who kept his face stony as he looked out at the sunrise. James put an arm around him and drew him close.
“I love you, man,” James said.
The corners of Remus’s lips turned up and curled around the cigarette as he and James shook with laughter. James’ head laid on Remus’s shouldwww.tumblr.comd his friend tightened. James wasn’t going to miss another moon again.
He’d seen her naked so many times. Whether he wanted to or not.
The was the time with Freddy- the skinny boy with the dark hair and the dimples- when he’d gone up to visit Mel. He’d only seen Ama for a moment, her arms crossed as she lifted the shirt above her head, revealing her back and the thin straps of the bra she wore. It probably should’ve meant something, the way his eyes riveted to her the moment he thought she was in the room, but he’d ignored it.
There were two other boys. One in the classroom, one in his own goddamn dorm room. “Get the hell out of here!” he’d roared at her, ignoring the fact that her shirt was clutched in her hands. He could only stare at her eyes, giving her more respect than the classless slag deserved.
He’d seen Mel naked once. They hadn’t gone far, just revealing her breasts when she whispered, “No, not tonight,” before his fingers could dip into her. She rolled over onto her stomach, showing him the broad expanse of skin along her back. He traced his fingers up her spine, closing his eyes and wondering how soft Ama’s skin would be.
The idea overtook him while he slept, Ama’s fingers clutching the hem of her shirt and drawing it over her head, but he’d always look past her and see one of the other three boys. The ones who didn’t care about the way her tongue could cut a man, only the way it could wrap around theirs and moan their names.
In the morning, he convinced himself it was just a dream, that it had no meaning at all.
He never mentioned it to Mel.
Bacheleorette parties were normal, he reminded himself, they were part of what happened when you put on a wedding. Rabastan had refused his brother’s request to throw him a Bachelors party, deciding instead to poke his head into what Ama and Melanie had set up.
He stepped into the club and prepared himself for the worst.
Ama, of course, was in the center of it all. She laughed, her head tilting back and her hair flying over her shoulder.
He was just glad there weren’t any other men around. Mel appeared at his elbow, linking her arm in his and shouting, “Where’ve you been, stranger?”
She was drunk, he could see it in her eyes. Mel leaned up and placed a kiss on his cheek, drawing his attention to her again. He could remember when he loved her, when she was the light in his world and Ama was simply a dot in the universe. How that had all changed around, he didn’t know.
“It was from the moment you saw her,” Mel claimed, her hand pressed against his chest. “I could tell.”
Rabastan’s eyes furrowed. “No, I was dating yo-“
Her finger met his lips, “Shush,” she said. There were only two women who could shut him up so quickly and thoroughly.
“From the moment,” she repeated, “You saw her. Sorting hat ceremony, she stood out of the crowd.” She tilted her head back and laughed, “Literally! All the first years were so tiny around her!” She pressed her lips to his neck, “That’s when I know I’d lost you.”Rab’s arm wrapped around her waist, glancing out to the dance floor again. Ama was looking back at him, her eyebrows knitting together in confusion. He glanced back down at Mel, then back at Ama- who was now disappearing into the back.
“I’ll be back,” he murmured, pulling away from Mel. She gripped his shirt for a brief moment before letting go with a melancholy smile.
“Bye Rab,” she called as he ran after his fiance.
He met Ama in the back. “I told you not to come,” she said, crossing her arms.
A lovesick smile tugged at his lips as he cupped her cheek and kissed her softly.
“How could I ever stay away?”
Traugott was her favorite teacher, Ama decided. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her nails scratching his chest as his hot breath hit her neck. “Caspar!” she gasped, tilting her head back and sighing his name to the heavens.
The door clicked open, causing Ama to tense around him. Caspar hadn’t noticed, only groaning at the way she held onto him. Ama turned her head, seeing the man in the doorway.
Rabastan had a terrible pokerface, his jaw clenched with fury and his eyes bore into Traugott’s once the teacher took a moment to realize that he and his student were not alone.
“Fuck off,” Traugott growled, annoyed at the interruption.
Ama quickly pushed Traugott away, pulling her panties up and turning to face Rab as she buttoned up her clothes.
They locked eyes, Ama refused to say anything to him as she walked past him and took his hand in hers to drag him out.
Passing a gaggle of Hufflepuffs, Rab stopped them and pushed Ama against a wall. Her hands flew up to his shoulders,ready to push him away if he got too rough. He leaned in close, his finger inches from her lips.
“I know what you’re doing.”
Ama’s curiosity was peaked, her eyebrow raising in indifference.
Rab froze for a second and Ama could see the wheels turning in his head as he tried to cover up the obvious jealousy that he so obviously held to his chest.
“You got a terrible grade on the last essay. Trying to fix it.”
Ama laughed and leaned in, brushing her lips over his ear and saying, “No, I’m trying to make you jealous.”
Rab stood there, frozen for a few moments as Ama walked away. He regained his composure in time to yell a weak insult, “Slag!” at her retreating back.
She turned and did a little pelvic thrust towards him, a smirk on her lips.
She was winning, she could tell.