Young Master Lestrange

She Asked For It | Alecto & Rabastan

Alecto discovered Rabastan on his bed, looking more inviting than she expected. His letters certainly didn’t give her the impression that she would be welcomed with open arms - she had planned that of course, getting a rise out of him had been easier than she thought. She shouldn’t have toyed with him really, he was one of the few friends she had, and actually did enjoy his company, but that little Gryffindor was just so obviously crushing on him, Alecto couldn’t help but play with that. "Hello dearest, you wanted to see me?"

He sat up when she came inside, rolling his eyes. "Cut the bullshit Alecto you and I both know I wanted nothing of the sort." He snapped at her, not inviting her any closer but knowing she would do what she pleased. "What do you want, Alecto? Why are you here?" He kept his gaze on her, waiting to find out what she wanted with him.

"I wasn’t exactly seeking her out in the first place, but I’ll be sure to avoid her. That’s what I get for trying to help her, I suppose," Mary said, rolling her eyes as she recalled the fact that Alecto had woken up in a place that wasn’t her dorm and instead of poking at her, Mary had chosen to make sure she was okay. That was a mistake. She hugged her books to her chest, doing everything in her power to keep from kissing the boy again. She didn’t know what to say at this point. Should she just leave? 

He raised an eyebrow at her comment. "Help her? Help her how?" He knew he should probably leave, knew it was dangerous the more time he spent around Mary, but curiosity got the best of him. He shifted slightly, taking another step away from her as a security measure.

Rabastan was pissed off. Nevermind the fact that Alecto had been going around and saying that they were fucking just to get a rise out of Mary, but then she had to go and be frustrating when he confronted her about it. He received her final owl and tossed the paper in the bin, not bothering to reply. He didn't move from his bed when she knocked on the door and entered, his name being called. "Alecto." He said noncomitally.

"No, I’m sorry." Mary was already missing the warmth of Rabastan pressed against her, but now that he was pulling away, her head was clearing. She was embarrassed that she had pried, but really, who wanted to snog a taken man? She shook her head, her hand coming up to rub at her face before she apologized again. "I’m just gonna go…" she said, moving to gather up her things.

He stared at her for a moment as she shook her head and began to gather up her things. "Right. Well. Perhaps you should stay clear of Alecto, for your own safety." He grabbed the book he was looking for and slipped it under his arm. "She is clearly trying to get a rise out of you and Alecto Carrow is not someone whose bad side you want to be on, trust me." He paused, unsure why he was feeling concern for the muggleborn but he shrugged, waiting for her to say something or to leave.

Mary couldn’t accurately describe why it was that hearing Rabastan and Alecto weren’t sleeping together put her at ease. Sure, she was a little weirded out that they’d slept together at all, but what happens in a person’s past is really none of her business, right? At least when it came to potential make out sessions. When she was accused of being jealous, though, Mary’s cheeks grew red. Was she jealous? No, of course not - that was silly. Her eyes fluttered at the feel of his hot breath on her ear and she almost wanted to melt against him… almost. “God! No, I barely know you outside of the classroom, I just… didn’t want to be kissing a man that was.. uh, with someone.”

Rabastan chuckled at her response and he pulled back. "well, I'm glad I was able to clear that up for you, Lion." He stepped away from her, needing to put space between them. He was getting his wits about him once more, realizing how risky it was to be making out with a muggleborn in the library where anyone could see. "Anything else about my personal life that I can explain or justify to you, Mary?"

The moan that left Rabastan’s lips sent a shiver up her spine and she was almost at the point of cursing herself for stopping the kiss, but she would not make out with some one that was currently involved with Alecto Carrow. “You and Alecto are sleeping together. The other day in the library she practically rubbed it in my face and made some comment about how she was going to go find you,” she said. Now that she was saying it out loud, she felt silly… again, like she shouldn’t care, like she shouldn’t even want to kiss him, but she did. 

He had to bite back a laugh at Mary's words. "Alecto and I are not sleeping together. We fucked once..." He shook his head, "Not sure why I am defending myself but..." He raised an eyebrow. "Are you jealous, Little Lion?" He asked, leaning in close. He brought his lips to her ear, his breath hot. "Did you want to be sleeping with me?" He paused for a moment before pulling back to look at her, a smirk on his face.

“I’m frustrating? Me?” She asked incredulously. Her cheeks felt hot and she could feel her heart speeding up as he close the space that had been separating them. Once again her back was pressed against something and those lips of his were on hers, devouring any complaint that she had been about to say. Her eyes fell shut and she returned the kiss just as hungrily, her head tilting to deepen it… but that’s when Alecto’s words came ringing back in her ears and she tensed, pushing on his chest and breaking the kiss. “Wait, no, no! You and Alecto!” 

Rabastan moaned softly into the kiss as Mary responded to the kiss. His hands teasing the hem of her shirt. He was all of a sudden pushed away and he looked at her, confused. "Wait, what? Me and Alecto? What about me and Alecto?" He huffed, thoroughly confused and frustrated with the fact that Mary had stopped what could have been a nice make out session.

"Oh my god, you’re so frustrating," she muttered out. She was happy to have gotten a glare from him, but he seemed to get over it quite quickly, and when he took a step forward she almost backed down… but she didn’t. "One of the best kisses I’ve ever had with little to no effort on your end? No." 

"Not half as frustrating as you are." He spat back, smirking as she responded. "Is it effort you want, little Lion?" He chuckled, taking another step closer to her, closing the space between them. "All you had to do was ask." He pressed her against the stacks, his lips finding hers in a hungry, passionate kiss.

Mary let out a harsh exhale as she stood from her table, following him without thinking about it. “It wasn’t that good of a kiss, Lestrange.”

He didn't look at her although he heard her follow him. At her comment though, he glared at her. "Don't lie to yourself, Lion. It was a damn good kiss." He smirked, stepping closer to her. "In fact, I would wager it is probably one of the best kisses you've ever had...but you're right, as far as my ability is concerned, that kiss...was nothing."

"Your ego truly knows no bounds," Mary said with a roll of her eyes. 

"And yet you didn't deny it...amazing." He chuckled, standing up and gathering his things before heading over to the stacks in the library, searching for another book.

"Sure you don't. You weren't just staring at my lips...wanting another kiss..." He said quietly, a smirk crossing his lips as he looked down at his book.

Rabastan knew she wasn't going to just give up that easily and he smirked when she grabbed his sleeve. He turned quickly, pressing her against the wall and pressing his lips to hers. The hungry kiss was a brief one and he was quickly pulling away, wand in her hand. "You're welcome, Gryffindor. For the wand and the kiss." He glanced down the empty hall once more, making sure no one had seen before turning and making his way away from Mary, his breath coming quickly, his heart racing and his mind questioning its own sanity.

Mary looked from Rabastan to her wand and then back to him with a suspicious look on her face. It wasn’t that she actually suspected him of anything malicious, but it seemed like he had carefully gone out of his way to avoid any and all contact with her, and now it truly felt like he was flirting with her. "It can’t be that fun," she said with a scowl, though it was losing its intensity. At his question, she studied him for a moment. "I will… not give you a kiss. See, I’m tempted to actually give you a kiss, but given our blood statuses and the trouble you’d get into, I’m willing to settle on not giving you a kiss.” 

He chuckled slightly, twirling her wand in his fingers as she tried to make a deal with him. "You're tempted to give me a kiss?" He knew he was playing fire but he couldn't help it. It was entertaining to flirt with the Gryffindor. "I mean, I knew I was irresistible but I do believe I'm shocked. Especially given our last run in." He thought for a moment before turning, moving to leave. He looked back over his shoulder. "No deal, Gryffindor."

He tsked playfully as she reached for the wand. "Manners, Gryffindor." He smirked and hummed softly, contemplating actually giving her wand back. "I don't know...It's kind of fun watching you freak out over it...what will you give me for it?" He teased, glancing around, making sure nobody was there to see him...or perceive him as flirting with the Gryffindor.