Freaking Out

For one, Hella was the first to arrive in the Room of Requirement, giving her some much needed time to calm herself down. It had taken every bit of her focus and Treowe's training these past few months to keep her true emotions from her face on the way up to the Seventh Floor. Her calm exterior had begun cracking as she paced back and forth along the corridor waiting for the door to appear. Her hands had been clenched into fists that had only momentarily unfurled to open the door and then shut it behind her as she finally escaped to the only place of sanctuary, she could really lay claim to at this point.

Once inside, she lets out a scream of frustration, of stress, of horror. It was just one thing after another, these days. This whole year was just bam, Bam, BAM! She couldn't escape it, it felt like. She couldn't escape the walls constantly closing in on her. And now she had to find a date for the fucking Yule Ball, and not only that by also perform the opening dance! Fuck! Fuckity-fucking fuck, fuck!

Perhaps this wasn't as dangerous or potentially fatal as stealing a golden egg from a dragon, but truth be told, that didn't make Hella feel any better about it. The chance to humiliate herself in front of most of the student body of Hogwarts was NOT one she relished. And that wasn't all, oh no! It would also take place in front of everyone from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons as well!

Oh, and lest she forget, there would be representatives from the Ministry of Magic attending as well, so if she made a fool of herself in front of everyone, it wouldn't just be a Hogwarts Incident, but an international one on top of that! Merlin DAMN IT! Whipping her wand out, Hella casts the reducto spell in the direction of the target that poofs into existence before its even there. The spell still impacts though, tearing apart the target.

Pacing back and forth across the Room of Requirement with her heart rapidly beating away in her chest, Hella tried to figure out what she was going to do. She didn't know how to dance! She certainly didn't know a thing about the formal dancing that McGonagall clearly expected from her. Her lessons with Treowe hadn't covered that part of manners and etiquette yet, not with the focus being on surviving the First Task more than anything else.

She also didn't know who the fuck she was supposed to ask to the damn Ball! She knew who she WASN'T taking, of course. Ron was a fucking prat, and he'd frequently taken to ending up in the Hospital Wing of late, after she'd been forced to rather publicly cut him down after the First Task. The fucking scumbag, trying to return to her side without so much as an apology, as though nothing had happened between them.

The lies he kept trying to feed her about telling Hagrid to tell her about the dragons only infuriated Hella even more. Ron had never shown any previous inclination for such cunning… and Merlin above, it was fucking Hagrid! Like HE would need to be told by Ron that there were dragons in the Forbidden Forest, honestly!

Hella had been more than willing to let the matter rest with just words, especially when Fred and George had dragged him off before he could even make more of a fool of himself. But apparently the rest of her house didn't feel the same way. It felt a little good, knowing that Gryffindor had her back again o-or whatever, though it seemed to also be that they no longer felt Ron was part of the untouchable 'Golden Trio'… and his inability to stop running his mouth was quickly making him a pariah among his house.

She wasn't sure if he'd always been so much like Malfoy and she just hadn't seen it, or if it was just now that he'd been exposed… but needless to say, without the wealth and privilege to back him up, Ron couldn't run roughshod over even his own year of Gryffindors, not like Draco did with the Slytherins his age and younger. Hella didn't really care anymore, it wasn't her problem and it never would be again, as far as she was considered.

Still, she was well into crossing off most of the boys in both her house and her year at this point. Neville was a possibility, a maybe that hadn't been struck from the list yet like so many others… but that all relied on whether he would faint or not if she asked him to the dance with her. Hell, Hella was half wondering at the veracity of asking Fred or George, as her social circle of males was rather limited. It wasn't like she could ask-

Just as she's thinking of him, Treowe finally strolls into the Room of Requirement, joining her and stripping off his outer Slytherin Robes to reveal the full dragonhide armor set that lay beneath. Hella's face falls a little as her thoughts immediately shift gears to THAT particular problem. The opinion of the student body sans the Slytherin House was no longer so fully against her, having flipped after the First Task with her spectacular showing compared to his simple and efficient completion.

But somehow, things hadn't just simmered down. Oh no, young witches and wizards apparently couldn't possibly get through their school year without something or someone to fear or hate. For some crazy reason, a large portion of the school now that that it was Treowe who had somehow cheated to get into the Triwizard Tournament and that SHE was Hogwarts one, true champion. No matter how ridiculous that sounded given his age and the fact that she was still adamant that she'd been entered AGAINST HER WILL, the theory still had its fair share of supporters.

And that came with idiots who had decided they would teach Treowe Morton a lesson for 'cheating'. Weasley had no shortage of company in the Hospital Wing as Hella's lover defended himself from curses and hexes with no less than was sent his way. Hella didn't begrudge him that, she didn't begrudge him one bit of it. Still, it hurt her heart to see him having to dress so carefully in a place of learning that should have been FUCKING SAFE!

"Treowe…"

Rushing forward, Hella gives the older Slytherin boy a hug as he grunts at the impact and wraps his arms around her in return.

"Thank Merlin you're here! McGonagall informed me today of the Yule Ball and expects me to find a date! She also expects me to DANCE! I haven't ever danced a day in my life, much less the formal dance they're expecting. It'll be in front of everyone, I'm going to screw up and I don't know what to do or who to ask an-!"

"Heiress Potter."

Her title spoken in his deep voice cuts through Hella's panic-induced stream of babbling, bumbling words, even as Treowe takes her hand in his and bows over it, pressing his lips to the top in a classic gentlemanly kiss. When he straightens up again, she finds her breath catching at the calm smile on his face.

"Would you do me the honor of allowing me to escort you to the Yule Ball?"

Hella's face immediately goes crimson, even as she freezes up. She hadn't even thought of it. Or no, she'd thought of it… she'd just immediately dismissed the idea as fanciful a moment later. Never in a million years had the young witch dared to think that they might be able to come out as a couple to the rest of the school any time soon. She didn't want to get Treowe into trouble, and they both knew how much trouble it would cause if she did it.

But she doesn't say any of those things. Instead, Hella's spine straightens up instinctively, and she finds herself falling into the now-familiar territory of manners and etiquette that they'd previously practiced. It was much like having her notes available for a test, or even the script to a play. She knew this… she could DO this.

"Heir Morton."

Announcing his title, thrilled at having the chance to return the favor, Hella licks her lips once before answering him.

"I would be honored to accept your invitation and have you as my escort to the Yule Ball."

There's a moment more of tension and formality before they both relax, Treowe pulling Hella back into an embrace that she gratefully returns. Still, after a few seconds of just relaxing into his arms, Hella DOES bring up the obvious.

"Won't… won't revealing our relationship to everyone cause trouble for us, Treowe?"

Looking up at him, Hella has rarely felt more vulnerable. Yet at the same time, she feels safe in her vulnerability, in knowing that Treowe will catch her if she falls, will hold her and prop her up if she needs his strength. Smiling down at her, it takes Hella a second to realize Treowe is actually proud, not just happy, but legitimately proud, like a professor taking pride in their student's accomplishment.

Oh… she'd been using what he was trying to teach her to consider the long-term consequences of their actions, hadn't she? It wasn't something she'd done much of before meeting Treowe. He'd begun nurturing such traits within her, teaching her that planning and strategy and cunning were not things to be ashamed of, but things that would help keep her alive.

Still, in the end he shakes his head back and forth.

"It's only a matter of time before we would have been found out anyways, my dear Hella. This way, we control when and how it is revealed… and we need not worry, because we will make sure they perceive it how we want them to perceive it. With enough in the way of 'evidence' we will convince them into deceiving themselves for us. Still, I'm impressed that you're thinking with your head instead of your emotions. Such progress deserves a reward~"

His smile gains a predatory aspect and that place between Hella's legs immediately begins to moisten up as he leans in and gives her a deep, tongue-filled kiss. His hands are now on her waist, and its clear that that they're done talking now. A quick glance behind Hella reveals that the dining table is only a few feet away. While he'd already taken her from behind bent over the thing… they had yet to do the deed with her laid out on top of it like a feast, right?

Pulling from Treowe's grasp but also grabbing him by the hand and dragging him along with her, Hella hurries over to the table and hops up on it, pressing her legs together as she pulls down her panties from beneath her skirt and then spreading them apart again once her underwear dangles off an ankle. This also has the effect of hiking up her skirt as her creamy pale thighs are revealed inch by inch.

Treowe leans in, his hands slipping under her to grab her buttocks as he begins planting kisses up her legs and her inner thighs. Hella moans and grabs at her chest with one hand, only to gasp as he reaches her dripping slit and begins to eat her out, sucking on her clit and tonguing her cunt in equal measure. Her head tilts back and her eyes flutter shut for a time as Treowe goes to work.

Its not long before, under his skillful tongue, she begins to cum. He laps up her pussy juices, and then pulls away from her cunt, straightening up and a moment later bringing his hardened cock to bear on her. At the same time, his mouth presses to her mouth, and Hella happily wraps her arms around his neck as she tastes herself on his lips. His length presses into her core, and then begins to penetrate her as he pushes past her pussy lips.

Nothing new, but that doesn't make it any less amazing, being filled up by the man she loves. As they continue to kiss, as he grabs hold of her growing derriere and begins to thrust into her, Hella moans into Treowe's mouth. This is good. This is RIGHT. And he's right too. They SHOULD be able to reveal themselves to the school. There's no need to keep it a secret any longer.

Hella could care less what anyone but Treowe thinks of her, how they react to her. If Gryffindor wants to call her a traitor, let them. If Slytherin wants to give Treowe a hard time, Hella will make them pay in blood. Its them against the world as far as she's concerned, and she's not about to let ANYONE take Treowe away from her.

Having finally found happiness, the Potter Scion won't let go, not in a million years. She holds onto Treowe, but physically and with all her heart, moaning into his lips and then into the air when his mouth descends from hers and onto her neck. He holds her tight, pounding into her cunt as she sits on the table edge, and Hella grips him just as tightly back, both with her hands and her inner walls as she cries out into the crux of his shoulder, orgasming along his pistoning prick.

He fucks her and fucks her, and she reciprocates as best she can, panting heavily, needily, moaning into his ear and begging him for more.

"G-Give it to me, Treowe. Give it to me!"

Doing exactly that, the older wizard grunts, his pace growing rather uneven and sporadic. He's getting close, and Hella can tell… so of course, she eggs him on as best she can. She's already said what she can say, but she can also do this much. Bringing her legs up, the young woman wraps them around her lover's waist. In response, Treowe grunts, forced deeper into her. He's cumming a moment later, her rapidly tightening cunt walls milking him of every last drop as he groans a bit into her mouth and she moans into his.

Caught together for that brief moment in a lover's embrace, Hella honestly doesn't want to ever let go. This… this is perfection. This is what she wants from life. Not necessarily sex on top of a dining table every time, per say, though it was certainly enjoyable. But the love she feels for Treowe, and that she can feel coming from him… it's something Hella has quickly decides is quite irreplaceable.

Pulling apart, she looks into Treowe's eyes and lets out a shuddering breath.

"Take me to bed, please?"

He just smiles and nods, and Hella smiles back as he lifts her off the table and carries her over to the bed, they've shared more times than she can count now. Thoughts of the dance still linger in the back of her mind as their enjoyment of each other's flesh continues, but she's not so worried anymore. She'll be with Treowe, after all… and so long as that's the case, she knows she'll be alright.

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