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[VALENTINA NOTT]

The day had been a boring one, especially for Valentina Nott. Her class schedule today was just full of the most bloody classes. Astronomy was a complete joke. Though, at some points Valentina could consider it interesting, but for the most part she didn’t have the motivation to give that class the time of day. If she did, then she would be a great student. Sadly, that wouldn’t happen anytime soon. It should, since her grades impacted the family life at home. Her father, Theodore, only wanted to see the best of grades. Anything below ‘exceeding expectations’ was not acceptable. Basically, this is the life story of Valentina’s life. Every summer she would come home, she would get a little talk from her father (who didn’t do well in school himself) about the importance of keeping those grades up. The receiving of an ‘average’ was endless, because at the end of every school year, those would be her markings. Valentina couldn’t help the fact that gorgeous boys lived on campus. Of course, she couldn’t tell her father this excuse. He would never understand the thing that went through a teenage girl’s mind. Especially Valentina’s mind; let’s just say it’s not a pretty place.

Astronomy could be interesting, and Valentina could possibly pay attention, but one little thing was throwing her off in that class. The presence of a very handsome seventh year Gryffindor, Fallon Barbary. Valentina had grown to know him this year, and found him to be an excellent party buddy or drinking buddy whichever you prefer. Fallon was such a distraction, Valentina could watch him for hours on end, as stalker-ish as that sounds, it was true. She was somewhat fascinated with Fallon, though she didn’t know why. It could possibly be his jerkish tendencies that didn’t make him seem like a Gryffindor. Valentina had always like the bad, rebellious boys. He was no different, and he was a pretty sight to look at.

The clock stroke six, and Valentina stirred from her current, jumbled position on the couch in the common room. The book she had intended on reading lay on the floor beside the couch, untouched. She had eaten dinner early today, and gone down to the Slytherin Common Room to find some peace and quiet. The calm atmosphere lolled her into a light sleep, and the sound of other Slytherin’s returning from dinner awoke her. Good timing… she thought, as she glanced around, blue eyes watching as people walked in and out. A yawn escaped past her luscious pink lips before reaching down for the book and picking it up. The cover felt smooth under her fingertips and Valentina took a moment to look down at the cover before sitting up. Sighing softly, she got her lazy ass off the couch. Joints cracked, becoming more moveable after being still for so long. There was somewhere she had to be today, it was on the tip of her tongue. What had happened today, or rather, who did she make plans with today. It took a few minutes, the time for her foggy mind to become clear. Then it hit her; Fallon Barbary and the Room of Requirements. Of course! Valentina knew that she would forget something. It never failed.

The sixth year Slytherin had thirty minutes to make herself look attractable. Or at least somewhat decent looking. Still in her school robes and attire, Valentina jumped from her spot on the couch, her dainty feet carrying her towards the girls dormitories. Flinging the robe off, she scurried to her chest, opening it and digging through it. Searching for clothes was something that always flustered Valentina. She could never ever find what she was looking for, and then when she didn’t need it, it would be on the top of the pile or suddenly right there. Thank Merlin she knew where things were today, or she would have thrown a fit. After changing into a cute black blouse and a pair of ripped up jeans, she moved to the vanity, brush in hand. The young lady’s slightly wavy hair was a mess, or you could say she had bed head. Her blue eyes scanned the reflection in the mirror. It was little moments like this where Valentina wasn’t sure if she liked what she was looking at. The long face and the almond shaped eyes. The straight but slightly wavy hair. Sometimes, it didn’t seem like it all fit together, today was one of those insecure days. With a sigh, she ran the brush through her hair, the bristles untangling the knots that had formed when she had taken her nap. Valentina managed to catch a glance at the time on the clock and she had ten minutes to make herself look decent and approachable. Quickly, she grabbed a ponytail, tying her hair back and then applying some powder and eyeliner; a girls best friend for a night out. After doing so, she turned on her heel and scampered out of the girl dormitories and the common room, heading for the Room of Requirements.

Not being noticed was easy at this time. The castle was always bustling and thriving with hungry teens. Getting to the room to meet Fallon would be a piece of cake tonight. Valentina planned to get wasted, or a least a bit tipsy. It had been awhile since she had any alcohol in her system, and it was a Friday night after all. Perfect timing, since she definitely didn’t need to have a hangover the next morning during classes. Long, brunette locks tumbled over her shoulders and bounced along with each delicate step that she took. It would only be a matter of minutes until she reached the hallway that held the Room of Requirements. She needed to think of the perfect room. One with lots of fire whiskey and a nice, burning fireplace to keep them warm. Oh, not to mention a comfy couch. Before she knew it, she was in the estimated area, running her hand along the wall, Valentina grinned. I need a room where no one can find us, with plenty of fire whiskey, and a comfy couch. Good times. the pretty brunette thought. Within minutes, an oak door appeared, the brass knob glimmering lightly in the dim hallway. Gingerly, Val opened the door, peeking inside. She was surprised by what she saw. A dimly lighted room, with a few chairs, a table with flasks of fire whiskey, and a comfy couch settled close to a fire place with burning embers. ”Perfect.” the girl softly said to herself before striding over to the couch, and taking a seat. Fallon would hopefully be arriving soon, so all she could do at this moment, was sit, look pretty, and enjoy the warmth of the flickering flames.

[FALLON BARBARY]

A date on Friday night for Fallon was as common as finding a student taking Defense Against the Dark Arts. He had officially lined up his Friday night as soon as he left Astronomy and went off to his other classes. Once the note had been ogled by his interior group of boys, Fallon went off to the Prefect’s Bathroom (he was sleeping with the Gryffindor Captain, after all) and he took a nice hot bath before returning to his dormitories and spending the next two and a half hours napping before he’d set his alarm clock to go off at five-thirty, an hour before he and Val were supposed to meet for their Room of Requirement date. He napped successfully, not being woken up by anyone, except for the occasional question over whether they should wear black suits or pinstripes tonight. Fallon had answered the question as honestly as he could before his alarm clock went off and he got up. His mouth curved into a smile as he went over to the dresser where his various hair products sat, clearly ready for a night to remember. He first added his favorite hair pomade and pulled the light brown locks into a sculpture, the front ends flipped up and outwards, followed by the next layer and so forth until he had the hairstyle he’d made famous.

He dressed pretty nicely, dark rinsed jeans, skinny of course, black dress shoes, a blue button down, highlighting his favorite feature and he went jacket free. He had to appear as if he wasn’t going out to meet someone, but it was obvious. He normally didn’t dress this nice for regular activities, but whatever. He was ready to go out. He left the common room and went towards where the Room of Requirement was, but not before being stopped by a friend who wanted to know what he was doing tonight and if he wanted to meet them in one of the empty classrooms for an impromptu study party. He declined saying he was off to his plans and he wandered around the hall for a bit as he kept thinking, “I need to meet up with Val.” That’s when the doorway opened up and he slipped through the door, first looking around to see if anyone else was around. Nope, so Fallon went in guilt-free, as if he wouldn’t go in if he saw a teacher or something. He noted how romantic the situation was, dimly lit, roaring fire, couch with comfortable cushions, it was just very adorable. He gave himself one final once over before he turned to see the door disappear behind him.

He didn’t say anything at first, perhaps to surprise her, but he figured it was useless and instead, he came around the table and fixed two drinks, wishing there was ice and then, of course, there it was. He loved magic sometimes. He added an ice cube into the drink and took a seat on the chair, spreading out his arm towards the back of the couch. This would be a good way to get Victoire off his mind and start his regular behavior again. His lips curved into a smile and he gave her a generous once over. Fallon Barbary was the only Gryffindor that Slytherin girls found suitable for their fancy, just because he was so incredible in tune with other boys of their house. “So, this situation better than Astronomy and the boring lecture we’d witnessed today?” Sure, there was sexual tension. He didn’t want to deny it and he didn’t want her to deny it either and to be perfectly honest, he was looking for some sort of action.

Also not a surprise for anyone who knew Fallon got his way that there would be some moves tonight. Well, he couldn’t say he didn’t find her physically attractive, but that was just it, he found all girls physically attractive, at least the ones he associated with. He picked up her drink and handed it to her. “To forgetting class today.” He rose his glass and expected the toast to be made together.

[VALENTINA NOTT]

The creaking of a door shutting could be heard, and the soft thumping noise of his footfalls also. A shot of warmth spread through the Slytherin’s slender bodice. Valentina was worried that he would forget about their little date, and that she would end up spending her Friday evening alone. Low and behold, here he was, the mere thought of his presence brought a smile to the brunette’s full lips. What was he doing? She didn’t know until she heard the soft clinking of the flasks and the cups and the sound of an ice cube being dropped into the drink. During the meantime, Valentina waited, something was going to happen to night. The atmosphere already held sexual tension, from the moment he walked through that door, Valentina Nott could feel it.

The relationship Valentina shared with Fallon wasn’t very complex. She didn’t have any feelings for the boy. He was just a friend, who happened to be extremely good looking, and who knew how to have a good time. Val had no emotions for him, except lust. Fallon was a toy to her. Someone she could go to when she was lonely, and get what she wanted. In a way, Valentina always got what she wanted from the men. She adored the attention they gave her. Fallon had his ways, he was known as one of the charmers at Hogwarts. He could charm his way into any girls pants. Tonight, maybe, she would let him get his way.

His voice was intoxicating, and she looked over her shoulder as he spoke. With a quick nod of her head, the smile still curled onto her lips. ”Much better.” she replied, her voice soft. Astronomy was dreadfully boring, but at least she was able to make plans with Fallon during the time period before anyone else could. Especially that Victoire Weasley. Oh, Valentina couldn’t stand the girl, and everyone knew it. Val was sure at one time, herself and Victoire were acquaintances, but times changed. The sixth year couldn’t even remember what caused the bitterness between the two. Most likely, it was something stupid, like hormones. Then again, Valentina never really did get along with girls. But that’s besides the point. The only thing on Valentina’s mind was having some fun with Fallon. Tonight would turn out to be interesting, in one way or another.

Watching him as he strode over, Valentine’s smile turned into a smirk. A seductive smirk. Her dark blue eyes danced as she gingerly took the cup from him, her fingers wrapping around the cool glass. Valentina was longing for two things; fire whiskey and Fallon. When he made the toast, she held her drink up, clinking it against his. ”To forgetting class today.” she repeated, bring the glass to her lips and taking a gracious sip. The whiskey burned on the way down, but it tasted and felt tremendously good. It had been too long since Valentina had last drank. It was nice to forget about things that were happening in her life and just drink. After she took a few more sips of her drink, she settled her gaze on Fallon, who was now seated next to her. Everything about him was intoxicating. Why did he do this to her? Well, it wasn't him doing anything, it was that bloody sexual tension that was out to get her.

"Goodness, it's been awhile since we've hung out. How's life my dear?" purred Valentina, the words leaving her lips quickly. Her darkening blue eyes glistening with desire, lips pulled into a rather seductive smirk. Legs crossed, fingers still wrapped around the chillingly cool glass, she continued to watch him. The sexual tension was intense, and the lust she felt for him was becoming overwhelming, all she had to wait for was for him to sit his ass down next her. Then she would be content for the time being. Alcohol and sexual tension was never a good mix. Something was bound to happen, and quite frankly, Valentina Nott couldn’t wait.

[FALLON BARBARY]

He knew there was nothing between him and Valentina and that was the way he wanted it to stay. His head was already too mixed up with Victoire and if he thought about it any more, her, rather, he was going to just throw himself off the highest point on the castle and just wish for the best. But no, Fallon Barbary was in the groove. He was efficient in his charming self, quickly making the drinks and getting right to toasts and her own desires. No, Fallon was about her tonight. Whatever she wanted, if she wanted to sleep with him, if she wanted to tie him up to the wall and beat him, whatever. He was feeling like losing the reins tonight, very much in the beginning of his foreplay with Annabelle a few days before. His lips formed their same seductive smirk as he held most of the time and he came into his skin. He shook off the Victoire feeling and turned on his charm and his relaxed. He was tempted to drink before the toast was finished, but he knew it wasn’t worth it.