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The thing Leo has come to love most about being a half-blood and going to wizard school isn't the magic - it's the parties. Any normal teenagers can throw a decent party if given half a chance, but throw magic into the mix, and all bets are off. And, of course, he knows exactly the right way through the secret tunnels to get to Hogsmeade, and there is this one bar that'll give something a little stronger than regular old butterbeer to a bunch of underage kids, and then there's the entrance to the kitchens where Piper can talk the house elves into just about anything... Add all that together, and it's simple math, when you get right down to it.

The only thing to make your standard teenage wizarding party better here at Hogwarts is to bring in all the Houses in the Room of Requirement. The best part? Not having to sneak in anything from Hogsmeade, because the Room takes care of everything for them, and the supply is neverending.

It doesn't take much for these affairs to start getting out of hand, and Leo of course isn't one to let a good party pass him by. The Room is making sure he has a steady supply of his favorite drinks throughout the night, and the stereo he rigged up for a friend in third year is still going strong, playing some of the better tunes that both the Muggleborns and Pure-bloods can get behind. It's all to hang out before Christmas break, and to celebrate a great game of Quidditch - and there are even a good number of Hufflepuffs around, those that are too good-natured to hold a grudge against the Ravenclaw team for doing their jobs. All in all, it's a great shindig, and it's not until long after curfew that Leo even considers going back to the common room.

By the time he actually does go, the task turns out to be more difficult as he'd imagined it would be. The portraits are about ten times as entertaining as usual, especially that one knight, and even the ones that chastise him as he stumbles down the hall, trying not to laugh at how ridiculous some of them sound, ordering him to get back to his common room before one of the prefects or professors catch him.

"The prefects are still down the hall," he slurs, and Sir Cadar- Sir Cardigan? Whatever the name is, Leo doesn't care, but it's still funny that the guy thinks he needs an escort back to the tower. Like he's that bad. He's walking in a perfectly straight line, except for where the wall curves. And he's totally almost there, anyway. At least, he thinks he is.

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Well, well. That's something, then, isn't it?

"You aren't," he confirms, eyebrows lifted. Unable to suppress a grin, Leo steps a little closer and lets his hand slid up her leg. He leans in to claim her lips once more, the kiss not as rough, but no less intense than before, even with a little bite at her bottom lip.

Leo's curious now - exactly how far will she let him go?

She lets her hand slide a little further up his arm when he comes closer, parting her lips instantly, closing her eyes. Her skin prickles at the touch, but she doesn't cringe or shy away yet. It's a test for herself, too, seeing how far she's okay with going right now.

"Where do you want them to go?" she murmurs curiously between kisses, using tongue with her next one, more careful and thoughtful about what she does, wondering what he actually likes.

What does he want, Leo wonders? Aside from the obvious, after that stupid question she asked earlier, which she would never allow. A shame, that. Whatever. He'll take what she gives him; even this much, he enjoys.

When he reaches the hem of her dress, he pauses for a moment to consider his options, unintentionally letting out a little groan when she adds tongue into the mix. "You said you wouldn't mind if I made a move, didn't you?" he asks in reply, finally deciding to take the dare and slip his fingers underneath the fabric. If she tells him to stop he won't fight it - complaining is another story, but Leo is well aware that they're in dangerous territory here, and he's not at all surprised to find that he likes it.

"Yeah," she murmurs, swallowing when his hand moves further up her thigh, excited by it. Her heart begins to pound, heavier and louder.

It's her way of beginning to make up for the mess. And she wants it.

Gently, she moves his other hand up her thigh, even with the one under her skirt. Her kisses are warm, curious, and she finds she likes tasting him.

"Good," he replies, voice low. "I want to see what those robes hide."

The further they go, the more he opens himself to her, kisses deepening when they find the right angle. He responds eagerly to her, wanting to see what she feels like this way and enjoying the taste of her, despite all that's happened tonight. He's wondered before, but never quite imagined she would give him the time of day.

Or night, as the case may be. What time is it again?

Not that it matters, he tells himself as he presses forward against her, fascinated that Natalie is letting this happen at all, and Leo wants to push until she finally makes him stop. His hands continue their way up, curious to see how her body really curves under the unflattering school uniform, whether this dress of hers does her hips enough justice. He's inclined to say it does, but he'll have to wait and see.

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She's fully aware that he's a brush away from reaching her underwear, just a simple black, and she's surprisingly comfortable if he gets there. Nothing further, that would involve any underthings coming off, but fooling around like this is welcome.

"What do you think? I'm not exactly stick thin."

She pulls back to brush her lips over his before her tongue laps out to taste his bottom lip. "Your hands are warm." And her skin is considerably warmer under his fingertips.

"Thankfully," he agrees, "but that much fabric can hide a lot."

Wands, sweets, small notebooks, Zonko's products, a midnight snack from the kitchen... The school robes are generally large enough to tuck away a good amount, and Leo knows that from experience. He's pleased to note that so far, the dress stands up to par, and that only makes Leo appreciate it more as he feels the fabric of her underwear beneath his fingers. It makes him pause, a little startled that she'd let him get this far, a little unsure of where to go next. There is a clear path in his mind, but he isn't so far gone that he can't see the problems with following it.

So instead, he follows the line of elastic around toward Natalie's back, exploring the part of her he's always found some way to appreciate, robes or no. And he throws himself into the kiss whole-heartedly, eager to keep going and following her lead, brushing his tongue over her lips like he had earlier.

Her hands have been mostly passive through all of this, so she idly recalls something she thought he liked, which was sliding both hands into his hair. And she does exactly that, getting a good grip on him with a firmer kiss. She knows what she's doing. Or at least she can act like she does.

Her ankles link once more but this time behind his back, legs encircling him and keeping him close.

"I didn't wear this for you," she reminds him, teasingly, even as her skin tingles with each caress.

"Tú no tienes que hacerlo."

It's good enough that she's wearing it at all tonight, let alone allowing him to get close enough to properly appreciate it. The way she holds his hair has Leo making another soft sound against her lips, and he gives her a light squeeze, pulling her a little closer still.

"You didn't have to," he translates. "It still looks good on you."

"Too bad you'll just have to imagine this when you see me in my uniform next," Natalie laughs softly, feeling the back of her neck warm. She tilts her head further to the side before she eventually has to pull her hair off her neck, gathering it over one shoulder. That's much better.

Her nails drag lightly against his scalp before she lets one hand slowly drop to rest over his chest.

He groans, rolling his head back. "You have to ruin everything, don't you? Merlin." Thank god they don't share that many classes, or it'd be next to impossible to concentrate on his schoolwork.

"I do," she says lightly, leaning forward to kiss his chin.

"So, are you going to snog me senseless here or what?"

"I thought we were already doing that," he replies, grinning. "And here you said you weren't going to try to snog me tonight. Though you just wanted to put me to bed."

Nevertheless, he'll use his grip on her backside as leverage to pull her against him, letting his lips crash against hers, biting playfully.

She'll speak between kisses. "Okay, but, you kissed me first out there." At her own daring. "And you kissed me first here, too." At her own enticing.

And then she falls silent, only to groan softly at the intensity of this particular ... session. They're especially close - a little too close, what with her legs around him like that. Even so, her hands wander slowly along his chest and over his arms until she reaches his hands. Then, she pulls them away from her hips and rests them on her waist instead.

"You wanted me to," he shoots back. Same difference, isn't it? Either way, they're still hidden from everything, snogging like nothing has ever gone wrong between them, and Leo is loving every minute of it.

...Until she moves his hands, and he lets out a small, muffled whine. But, well, if that's how she wants to play it, he'll find other ways to keep himself occupied. One of his hands finds its way out of her skirt and follows the curve of her side up from Natalie's waist, taking his time to acquaint himself with her body. He wants to remember this later.

She unhooks her ankles but not after giving his sides a little squeeze with her thighs. It's still playful, even if they've been hot and heavy, on and off.

"You can touch me a little higher," Natalie informs him before she even thinks about what she's saying, her voice unusually quiet as she drags her hands up his arms again, looping her arms around his neck.

Leo doesn't want her legs to go, but if her arms are around him instead, then that is an acceptable compromise. As long as they're close for a while, he'll be... happy? Satisfied? Are those the same, in this context?

"Good," he says, voice a whisper. "Yo estaba planeando."

Not one to let an invitation like that go to waste, Leo immediately moves his hand up over the curve of her chest, giving it a gentle squeeze through the fabric of her dress. It's a good feeling, he decides, having her in his hands, her arms around his neck, lips against his. If they could stay like this for a while, he wouldn't mind at all.

She is more than content for now, happy to be doing anything but fighting, but especially this. May as well hold onto the good feeling while she can, while she's still feeling open and eager to have him explore her body as much as she allows.

Her back arches and she presses into him unintentionally. A touch bashful, she licks her lips and strays from his, peppering a few kisses over his jaw, lightly nibbling on his earlobe.

His head tilts to the side to grant her more space to roam, and for one sober moment, he wonders if she quite knows what effect that sort of thing does to him. Natalie is an intelligent witch; she can't possibly be ignorant to it. It'll be rough for him, when they finally part, but even now, he's still determined not to let her get so deep under his skin.

A little late for that, anyone else might say, but he can deny it as long as he wants.

Honestly, right now, Leo just wishes there weren't so much bloody fabric to this dress. He could stand to feel a little more skin under his hands, but it is what it is, and if he knows her at all, he knows Natalie isn't likely to let him go much further than this. And it's more than enough to keep him awake at night - more than he ever would have expected to be allowed anywhere near before now, dares aside.

Tomorrow, he'll avoid her, pretend he isn't nursing a hangover and sipping his housemate's potion to relieve it, act as if none of this has happened. Between the two of them, this has never been a simple situation, and Leo isn't sure how to go about pursuing it any further without falling back into old habits. It's easy now, but tomorrow, and the day after...

But Leo isn't worried about that now. As long as they're here, all he'll have to think about is Natalie and the growing ache he won't be able to ignore forever. It's not a bad ache, though - not with her in his hands like this, and he doesn't notice as he murmurs softly, "Sigue adelante, Natalie."

For his own benefit, she nudges one strap of her dress down so it slides off her shoulder, offering that space instead. He holds her gently, as if memorizing what he can see and feel right now, and she can't really believe it. It baffles her, that after all those years of torture and bickering, she can actually turn him on like this.

And that he can do the same for her. Fine line between this and that.

It's a cold shower can't fix though she knows she'll overthink it until the sun comes up, wondering what her next move will be. She's somehow attempting to change the game again, shifting pace.

"What'd you say?" she whispers in his ear, letting her hand slide up into his hair.

A shiver goes through his spin to hear her so close, feeling her hand in his hair again. His eyes drift shut and he whispers back, "Don't stop," before opening again to watch her move the dress strap out of the way.

If she wants to give him more to look at, more to explore, he'll follow her lead without any hesitation. Seeing her neck and shoulder bare is... enticing, and for a moment, he just lets his eyes take in the sight before reaching up to touch her, biting his lip. If Natalie weren't where she is right now, he'd want to test her limits a little further, see how if she likes having someone kiss her neck or her shoulder, but Leo is too content with their current position to move. Instead he'll just brush his fingers over her skin, exploring and memorizing it while he has the chance.

Well, if the sir insists. Natalie is actually happy to oblige, smiling against his skin when she lowers her head to settle into his neck. She kisses him gently at first before parting her lips to bite. It isn't gentle but she does soothe the mark with her tongue.

Her mind drifts to the hand on her neck and shoulder but she lets him do as he pleases, lowering her arm to rest her hand on his torso. The other curls around his head and lightly tugs on his hair.

It doesn't drive her mad, surprisingly, and she wants to give herself over to her curiosity and, well, lust. A sense of responsibility keeps her in check, however. To a certain extent.

His breath comes in a hiss when she bites down, but Leo likes the feeling and doesn't flinch away from it. With her this close, however, he does figure it's a good place to retaliate, nipping at her ear lobe, taking a page from her book to soothe the skin immediately after.

He's curious, and feeling a little extra daring tonight. It's easy enough to slide his hand a little further down, toy with the edge of the fabric, slip his fingertips beneath it... Leo's just waiting for her to stop him at this point, but he's more than happy to press on until she does. He's taking this slowly enough, moreso than he would have liked, but this is already dangerous territory, and he knows it.

It comes as a particularly intriguing challenge, finding her limit, and though it'll be a point of frustration later, he doesn't actually mind. A cold shower will be needed, maybe, but that's alright. As far as Leo is concerned, this is worth the trouble.

Distracted from her own kisses, she gasps, a breathy and amorous sound, lifting her chin and gripping his side a little top tightly.

She hadn't realized how sensitive she would be, how it further tightens her muscles and further spreads the warmth in her belly. Her head lolls to the side and her eyes flutter closed as she gives herself over to him a little more.

"More," Natalie finds herself saying.

That sound, and the other little reactions she gives him, are far more satisfying than he expected, and it sends a surge of warmth through his body. Pleased, he smiles as he continues to suck on her earlobe for a moment, gradually moving to run his tongue along the curve of Natalie's ear while his fingers continue to play with her dress, gently tugging at it to move it out of the way.

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