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amelie zabini

I walked alongside Zeno as we headed towards Potions class.

On the way, it felt weird. Very different. I mean, the tension was at an all time high. Like I felt.. hot.. Like, flustered. Like, Holy fuck. The only and only womanizer of Hogwarts Zeno Berkshire wants to mess around with me? 

Sure, I'm just like every other girl he's ever decided to fuck with, but for some reason it feels a tad bit better or a tad bit cooler because I've known him for so long that I know his every trick, which will make it harder for him to even come in between my legs.

It'll always be 'nice try' from this point on.

I think it's time he receives a challenge, really. 

He's spoon fed- it's time he plays a little harder this time.

Amelie Zabini does not hand it over so easily. 

As for the teasing, two can play at that game.

No obstacl-.

"Hey guys," Oliver interrupted, "Potions, right?"

Oliver started walking along with us.

"Yes, sir," Zeno responded.

Shit, I forgot about Oliver.

Wait, why should I remember? 

I'm single. 

"Do you guys want to skip lunch?" Oliver queried.

"Why?" I questioned.

"I have weed," he harshly whispered, following a laugh.

Zeno scoffed.

"Bad, bad boy, Oliver," Zeno joked, "Count me in."

I rolled my eyes.

"You two are idiots," I stated.

"But you love us, don't you?" Oliver sneered.

"Whatever," I responded, "I'm going to lunch after. You guys go on ahead."

"More for us, I guess," Zeno retorted.

Suddenly, a black-haired brown-eyed girl with a Gryffindor robe waves aggressively at us.

No, scratch that.

At Zeno.

"Hello Zeno," she said lowly and slow with a small smirk. 

Oliver couldn't help but snort, but he cleared his throat immediately to play it off.

"Hello, darling. What brings you to the entrance of Potions?" Zeno asked softly, as he walked up to her.

Fucking hell he's tall. 

"I have class here," she responded whilst maintaining eye contact with him, "Do you?"

"Indeed," he responded, as he turned around to us, "I also have class with my cousins and my really good friend."

She looked at us and waved aggressively. 

I awkwardly smiled and waved back, while Oliver just raised his head a little to signify that he acknowledged her wave. 

"Which shag is that?" Oliver whispered.

"I don't know, I lost count," I responded.

Oliver and I walked inside Potions while Zeno was still outside talking to Ms. Gryffindor.

Just then, I saw Narsa sitting up front with her neat items displayed out on the desk.

"Narsa," I announced as she turned her head around, "Make room for two."

Her eyes lit up and smiled wide, then pushed her items aside to make space.

"We have potions together?" Narsa queried, as I took a seat across her whilst Oliver sat next to her. "Merlin, this is going to be a fun class!"

Oliver softly chuckled. 

"Look at you all excited and all," Oliver ruffled her hair as she scoffed.

"Touch my hair again and I will fucking murder you," Narsa snapped as she flattened out her hair.

"She doesn't mean that," Oliver told me.

"I do."

Oliver raised both his hands up in surrender.

"So is it just us 3 in Potions?" Narsa asked.

"No, Zeno has Potions with us, too," I responded as I pulled out my text book.

"Where the hell is that giant anyways?" Narsa looked around for Zeno.

Zeno walks in the class with the Gryffindor right next to her.

He looks around the class and once he lays his eyes on our table, he smiles and says good bye to the Gryffindor immediately.

Zeno takes a seat right next to me and huffs.

"Good morning, Narsa," Zeno beamed, "Are you ready for Potions?"

"Ready as I'll ever be," she smiled.

"Who was the Gryffindor?" Oliver asked.

"Year 5 shag," he responded, as he grabbed my Potions book, "Said she wants to 'hang out' again."

"Well, when do you plan on hanging out with her?" Narsa queried.

Zeno quickly glanced at me, then back at the Malfoys.

"I don't plan on hanging out with her, really," he responded.

Narsa scoffed.

"I find that hard to believe, but go off I guess," she remarked.

"Zeno? Berkshire? Not wanting to hang out with that innocent little Gryffindor? That's new," Oliver jeered.

Zeno rolled his eyes.

"I never do anyone twice. Haven't I told you this?"

"My bad, Mr. Promiscuous," Oliver joked.

"Mr. Manwhore," I snorted.

Zeno looked at me with deceiving eyes.

"Is that really how you feel?" Zeno asked.

"It's what a lot of people feel," Narsa interrupted, "Also! There's a rumor about you, Zeno."

"Really? And what's that?"

"That Uncle Enzo passed down his lycanthropy," she responded.

He smirked.

"And this is a rumor, correct?" 

"That's what all the girls are talking about right now," Oliver added.

"Does it scare them?" I queried, "The idea of having a werewolf walking alongside the corridors and such?"

"No, I don't think it does. I think it's their turn on or something. Girls can be strange-." Narsa blurted, "Is it true? That Uncle passed down his lycanthropy?"

Zeno smirked.

"Can you keep a secret, Narsa?" he said lowly.

Narsa immediately nodded yes.

"I can't turn into a werewolf, no," Zeno said, "But let's just say... I've obtained a few tendencies as one."

I gulped.

"So the rumors are true. We're literally cousins and you haven't told us?" Narsa snapped. "I feel betrayed, y'know?"

"No one's ever asked me about it," he responded.

"I knew about it," Oliver added.

"I didn't know about it," I blurted.

"Oliver you're fake!" Narsa raised her voice. "Does Scarlett know?"

Oliver did a 'yikes' face as Zeno softly chuckled.

"Maybe she does. Maybe she doesn't."

"You all are bitches," Narsa muttered under her breath.

"Narsa if it makes you feel any better I didn't know about Zeno's lycanthropy until today as well," I beamed.

"And does my lycanthropy scare you?" Zeno questions, looking directly at me.

"No," I said, "Nothing scares me, Zeno. You should all know that."

"If you say so," Oliver scoffed, "Can't even walk into a haunted house without gripping onto one of us with your eyes closed."

"Oh I remember that day," Narsa chuckled, "Mel I love you and all but are you sure you're not scared?"

I rolled my eyes.

"I was 15 at the time. Cut me some fucking slack," I mumbled.

"15 and a pussy," Oliver remarked.

"15 with a pussy," Zeno said lowly.

Narsa and Oliver turned their heads to him, giving him a disgusted look. And I, the same.

"What? Too soon?" Zeno questioned.

"It's weird, Zeno. Sometimes your jokes don't make sense," Narsa blurted, "But you are funny. I'll give you that. You are funny."

Zeno rolled his eyes.

"My jokes are rather sexual. I apologize," Zeno preened, fiddling with his rings.

"Clearly. You joked about Mel's 15-year old pus-."

"Yeah we know, Oliver. We know," I cut him off, avoiding the second time I'd possibly cringe.

"Shut up, the lot of you," Narsa harshly whispered, "Class is about to begin."

As the Potions professor talked about expectations regarding the class and its upcoming lessons, I dozed off thinking about Merlin knows what.

Just dozing off.

Usually I'll doze off and revert back to reality only to find myself writing a 5-paragraph essay. Strange how my brain works, isn't it?

I pick at my nails not really giving a shit about what the professor is talking about given that I already know the expectations. 

My thoughts soon came to a screeching halt when I suddenly felt a warm hand touch my thigh again.

Fuck, not again.

Fuck, yes please.

I looked over at him as he's looking at the professor, though his veiny hand says otherwise. 

I look straight ahead as well, trying not to react.

His ring-riddled hand gently grasps onto my thigh as it creeps higher, going under my skirt and fingers nearly brushing my inner thigh.

And so he groped slowly.

Bloody hell, it felt amazing. It felt really fucking good.

I've never been felt up like this before.

I glance at him again though he's still not looking.

But a small smirk appears.

I look away.

His hand is getting higher.

My heart is beating faster.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

My legs slowly part away from each other, giving him access to go higher.

Please go higher.

I glance at him again.

He glances back.

Smirks again.

He looks straight ahead.

I also look straight.

And so he travels higher.

Fuck, he's so close towards my pussy.

Holy shit.

Just a little more.

He gently gropes the inner inner part of my thigh.

My breathing soon shudders, though only noticeable by him and I.

Shit.

Oh my fuck it's really intoxicating.

Suddenly, his fingers brush up against my underwear. 

I lean forward at such a sudden action, though I play it off to anyone who was watching.

"Do you guys want to a group for the assignment?" Narsa blurted out of nowhere.

I gulp as they're both looking at me.

But he still hasn't moved his hand.

Fucking hell, Zeno.

"Um-. Yeah-. Yeah." I respond frantically.

"Alright," Oliver said, "Zeno? You in?"

Quick and sudden, Zeno pushes aside my underwear and sticks his index finger inside my pussy as I suck in my breath.

Oh fuck, please don't make a noise Amelie please don't make a noise Amelie please don't make a noise.

Zeno knows what the fuck he's doing.

And I can't fucking do anything about it.

"Oh I'm in alright," he chuckles softly. 

You cheeky bastard.

"Great! How about we study about how to concoct the antidote for Veritaserum?" Narsa suggests.

I nod yes, as I intertwine my hands together in attempt to compose myself from what's happening beneath this bloody desk.

Zeno slowly thrusts his finger in and out of me. Then he uses both his fingers and rubs my clit in a circular motion.

Slowly.

Lustfully.

Fucking hell, this is too good to back out.

Amelie, what happened to playing hard to get?!

"Are you alright, Mel?" Zeno mocks. "You seem a little on the edge?"

I gulp and look at him with his cocky bastard smile.

"I'm-. perfect." I barely respond. 

He speeds up the circular motion as I suddenly grasp onto the table.

"We'd be able to find the recipe on page 105...-"

Zeno's two fingers enter me once more, pumping in and out of me.

Shit, stay still Amelie. Please stay still.

How does he know how to hide this? Or is Oliver and Narsa just stupid?

"Two teaspoons of ground unicorn horn...-"

Pulls his fingers out of me; circular motion again.

"Fuck," I mutter under my breath.

"What happened?" Oliver preened.

I look up at Oliver and gulp.

"I-. I just forgot to bring my quill," I lied, leaning towards the table.

"You can use mine, Mel," Zeno said softly.

Immediately, he removed his hand from my underwear, quickly sucked his fingers, and then reached for his bag.

Oh my fucking god he's really kinky.

Holy shit what have I gotten myself into?

"Zeno's weird," Narsa commented, "Randomly just sucks-his-fingers-out-of-nowhere weird."

I gulp and look down at the desk.

Zeno softly chuckles.

"Sugary fingers from the sweets I've been eating. That's all."

Fuck, you're smooth Zeno.

Ugh what happened to playing hard to get, Amelie?

"Anyway, where were we?" He said.

He turns his head and looks at me with a smile.

An innocent, pure smile.

You would have never expected what had happened moments earlier. 

That is how innocent he looks.

Alright, you win this round Zeno Berkshire.

Though not for long. 

***

Slow burn? I don't know her.

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