One dirty little game.

[augury_habbott]

Who: Hannah Abbott and Anthony Goldstein.
What: A bit of studying in the Library.
Where: The Library.
When: November 13th, 1997. A little before dinnertime.
Warnings: Some sexual content.
Status: Complete.

Hannah turned open her History of Magic book and leaned her chin upon her hand. Chapter 74... The Goblin Rebellions. A Political

Comments

[augury_habbott]

Ahhh Anthony, Hannah thought to herself while he gazed down at her, eventually taking his seat. From the little curls and cowlicks of his dark hair to his somewhat bulby nose, to his deep brown eyes Hannah had to admit an attraction. He had such awkward kindness to him. Hannah couldn't fathom how he didn't understand it.

Unaware that she was smiling, the girl folded her limbs atop one another and leaned. "History of Magic." She replied back, watching him sit. Her green eyes focused briefly on how his pants folded in front and the subtle gifts in the region, before she blushed and turned her eyes away. Not 12 hours ago, that region had been pressed against her backside and both of them had been so busily trying to escape that it was only after was it dwelt upon.

Hannah clucked her tongue to the roof of her mouth, "Have you finished this yet? Its deadly dull. I've been skimming it off. I was hoping there would be something about a 'mirror escape' in here, but I haven't found anything."

Hannah's nose cutely wrinkled as she skimmed the pages. A moment later and her tongue curled up and was clenched between her lips as she studied.

[augury_gold]

"Actually, I had been working on Herbology in the Commons before I got your note. Probably won't get to History until after dinner." As Anthony spoke, he started to take the books and writing materials from his bag, readying himself for a study session.

"But I have been thinking about the mirror on and off all day. Do you think that it would appear every time under that request and if so - would it take us to the same place each time?" He asked.

[augury_habbott]

A notion of frustration crossed Hannah's face and she twisted her lips into a sidelong pucker. "I don't know... I can't find anything about the mirror. The only thing mirror-wise I've seen at all is something called the Mirror of Erised. And from what it describes, thats not it." The girl finally lamented and sat back against her chair, "At this point I'm willing to do it the Hufflepuff way- try and recall it again and then walk through and see where it takes me."

She couldn't help but smile then, curious as to how Anthony might react. Would he smile at her experimental mindset, or would he scowl at the notion of abandoning delicious research? "Herbology I finished a little while ago." She added with a shrug.

[augury_gold]

"You want to try it again?" He asked, first a little incredulous, but slowly pausing to mull it over. "I suppose we have no other way. Perhaps the answer we're looking for simply can't be found in books. We're going to have to do this the hands-on way. It would be impratical not to explore it further, especially if we are someday going to have to use this to our advantage."

Anthony was nervous about the idea, of course, but it wouldn't do to have this go unanswered. "Please though, I suggest we wait a day or two before trying it again. I'm still sore from yesterday," he lamented. In more ways then one. Once they returned to the castle, Anthony had hogged the shower for a full 30 minutes, attempting to both clean himself up and cool himself down at the same time.

[augury_habbott]

Hannah nodded, willing to give the time between tries. Her only concern was that the mirror might 'shift location' every few days, but then her mind couldn't fathom why something would do that. "Yeah I'm keen for waiting a little. I'm still pretty scraped up," she smiled at her companion while her eyes lingered on him. "That and this is my favorite top," she added, gesturing to the shirt she wore. It was a sultry, foresty green color with a plunging v-neck to her bosom which she tastefully wore a lacy ivory undershirt beneath to avoid revealing too much. But its sweatery, knitted texture did cling nicely to her womanly curves. "I don't fancy ruining it. My mother would kill me."

With an eyebrow shrug, Hannah's eyes looked into Anthony's, "Next time we go, we should knick some padded armor or something. Don't suppose they have any of that in the Armory."

"Aside from that bit, and the ivy it really wasn't so terrible." Hannah turned a page. "The company was nice."

[augury_gold]

Leave it to Hannah to bring Anthony's attention to her curves once again. Regardless of Hannah's feeling on the green sweater (that brought out the lovely hazel color of her eyes), it was certainly one of Anthony's favorites on her. He raised his eyes from his paperwork and was sucked almost immediately into the mental trap that the hint of cleavage provided. Shaking his head, he immediately looked up at her face, directly in the eyes.

"Umm...yes. It's nice. A nice color," he noted casually. But then Hannah brought up the ivy! "The company was nice, but I'd rather not get stuck in a situation like that again if I can avoid it."

It had been embrassing enough.

[augury_habbott]

Skimming the book without looking up after Anthony's peek, Hannah turned a smirk. She curled her hair around her ear and shifted her eyes to the next page. Without looking up from the page she spoke, "I don't know. It was just the ivy that bothered me. If it hadn't been there, I wouldn't have complained." The girl's smile widened just a hint, getting a hint of geeky glee to it.

Then, Hannah looked up and turned the page. Her eyes lingered on him for a moment like she was making a connection. "So what should we study?" She asked finally, dropping her eyes down to the page.

And then Hannah very surreptitiously and insidiously slipped one of her feet from its slip-on shoe. She wiggled her toes with the newfound freedom.

[augury_gold]

Wait a minute. What what this girl on about? Anthony raised his eyebrow at her comment. She couldn't have possibly had fun out there! Perhaps she hadn't picked up on his reaction to the whole thing. Maybe she hadn't noticed that being pressed against here writing body had quite possibly been the most exciting and frustrating thing to happen to him....in Merlin knows how long.

Anthony snapped back to attention when Hannah mentioned studying. "Oh! Yes. Well, since you're finished with Herbology, perhaps we could do some Charms?" He asked.

[augury_habbott]

Hannah nodded, "Sure. Since we can't do spell magic outside of class, why don't we go over the signs that someone is under the influence of a charm." Hannah's hands dropped into her lap and folded her fingers together. "Unless you have something else in mind?" She said vaguely, her mossy green eyes looking at him while simultaneously an entirely new thing entered the sphere of their conversation.

Hannah's foot stroked up the inside of Anthony's calf and gradually moved up until her toes were stroking along the inside of his thigh. They finally came to rest against his package, unmoving for the moment. Her glance never waivered even though deep inside she was giggling like a little kid and trying to fight a gigantic blush.

[augury_gold]

Anthony had returned his attention to his parchment when he suddenly felt something soft and warm sliding up the inside of his thigh before coming to a stop at his junction between his legs. He was startled immediately and glanced up to see Hannah staring at him innocently.

What in Merlin's name is she doing?" The voice in his head screamed as the light pressure of her socked foot against his groin made him shift uncomfortably.

"Umm...what?" He replied.

[augury_habbott]

The girl's toe flexed just a little against Anthony's root and though highly inexperienced at this, Hannah managed to tuck her toes underneath and stroke with her big toe without wracking the poor boy. Her gaze had dropped by then and she bit her lip to stifle any sort of giggle that came from her. Her cheeks had pinked a bit, but on the whole she was holding herself together quite well.

"Charms, and how to spot them when people are under the influence?" Hannah repeated, her toe sliding up the front and back down. "Do you want to do that first?"

[augury_gold]

For the love of Merlin! Anthony thought as he inhaled sharply and closed his eyes. Here we are...in the library...and she's...

Anthony shifted again, his body begin to respond heavily to her touch, much like it had when he found himself forced against her tight bum the previous afternoon. He glanced up at her and it was obvious that she was enjoying what he was doing to him. Hannah had to know what she was doing to him, there was no way he could covertly hide his hardness this time.

He coughed. "I don't know," he finally responded, his face reflecting a hint of desperation.

[augury_habbott]

Hannah could feel a firmness that hadn't been there before, and this was mostly the cause of the smile that Anthony took to believe that she was enjoying herself. Which of course she was. Her toes played Anthony with a usually gentle though imperfect attention. They stroked his thighs and made circles and awkward figure eights against the globe in his trousers. She most delighted in running her big toe up and down the length, and actually tried to see if she could tilt it from one side to the other.

Hannah too could see the exasperation in his face, but anytime he seemed to enjoy it just a little too much, she pulled back and touched his thighs. Twice, she shifted feet, placing the tired one down and renewing it with the other. Even after such a short exchange, it could become obvious that Hannah was more deft with her right foot.

"Well okay, do you want to study Transfiguration theory instead?" She asked in a low tone. She was obviously holding back her supreme delight at seeing Anthony's reaction. Her head was tilted, her eyes brightly looking at him while she bit her tender pink lip at the center.

[augury_gold]

Like hell he could study anything at that point!

And despite the fact was enjoying the sensations that were stirring inside, he could not ignore the fact that they were in a library which, while mostly empty, was still a public place.

Maybe he could redirect Hannah's attentions, back to something more academically minded. Pushing his chair back, he hastily grabbed a textbook from the table as if it was some sort of shield. "Transfigurations. Right. I've been meaning to find this particular book on that subject..." but his voice trailed off as he turned and walked away toward the Transfigurations section of the library.

He needed a moment to compose himself.

[augury_habbott]

Hannah's foot slid down and was neatly tucked behind the other as she remained seated. She happily gave him a moment to compose himself, looking up at him with her bright green eyes, all warm and summery. "Sure, go on and get it." She said cheerily. She stifled a snerk when the boy placed a textbook in front of his trousers. Yeah okay, now everyone'll know. She thought. "I've got a book or two in my bag..." She added, leaning down to open her knapsack.

As Anthony made way to the section nearby, Hannah took up her wand. Placing it between her legs, she made small, subtle swishes so as to avoid detection. She watched him, focusing on her unspoken magic.

The first spell she cast felt like a gentle wind's caress up Anthony's bum... the second like the air itself was placing fleeting kisses along the firmness in front. With each, her smile widened more.

[augury_gold]

If Anthony didn't know better, he could have sworn he was being molested by the air itself. He felt a breeze against his backside and then was caught completely off guard by sensations on his most private area. Yet, instead of being turned on by it, he was rather freaked out. The hardness that had been growing there, slowly began to die down as he stood with his back pressed against a shelf of books.

Anthony felt like something was going horribly wrong and in a minute he returned to the table, completely forgetting the book he had gotten up to get. "Something is weird," he muttered, obviously distracted by recent events. "Maybe I should go lie down." His hands began putting things back into his bookback, however he was obviously forgetting things in his efforts.