So far, Colin had taken a good number of photographs, as he had been hired by Hermione to do so. It has been a while since he had done photography, for Hex Me Up! had been occupying much of his work time -- and he just didn't feel motivated to deal with schedules. However, he was excited about the party. Aside from taking pictures, Colin also went up to the room where the pup was kept, to check on him. When he had kept the Golden Retriever in his own little him, he was glad to find the puppy wasn't much of a trouble maker. Perhaps it was because he was brought away from home for the first time, and he was bound to become more exuberant
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Four hours...and counting. It had been four hours of mingling, false smiles, thank yous and not enough alcohol. Though he'd intended to drink, something kept him from anything more than that first mug of ale. Probably the thought of pissing off Hermione further. Or doing something completely inappropriate, while drunk...and involving a certain blonde Slytherin
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He hadn't even heard footsteps to let him know of one's presence, and it was Harry, of all people! Colin looked startled for a brief moment. With the bundle in his arms, he looked as if he was stealing something. The jacket had slipped a bit, revealing the pup's head. His own gaze lowered, looking sheepish.
"I, uh.." Colin started, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. "Well, I remember you mentioning that you were thinking of getting a dog, and.."
The boy stepped closer, gently removing the jacket from the pup. "Dogs.. They really do make great companions. They don't talk, yeah, but they always have this look of understanding. That's how it's like with me and Jasper." Colin didn't even know why he was saying this, instead of just giving the pup to Harry and wishing him a Happy Birthday.
"Hermione said you wouldn't mind, so here you go, Harry." He held out the young Retriever to Harry, smiling. "Happy Birthday. I thought it'd be all right to give it early. Felt kind of bad leaving him in there by himself."
Pansy peered round the door of the next room on this landing. It was dark and appeared to be unoccupied. A guest bedroom, maybe.
She turned to Perry. "This one looks good."
Quickly she pushed the door open fully, and pulled Perry through, closing and charming the door shut after them. Relinquishing her grip on his hand, she moved across the room to light the fire in the place, so that it cast a flickering glow over the chamber then turned and looked at Perry. Now they were here, suddenly it seemed more difficult than she had imagined. She couldn't just go over to him and kiss him, like she wanted to. Pansy wanted her hands in his hair again, and his hands on her.
Slowly she walked back over to him, and looked up at him from under her eyelashes. But her hands stayed by her sides. Once again, it was for Perry to make the first move.
Well, Pansy took care of the door and the lights, so Perry took care of the soundproofing. Thank goodness for silencing charms; he didn't want them to attract unwanted attention with too much noise.
He looked over and Pansy was approaching him looking positively bashful, which was interesting considering this was her idea. Here was one of those awkward moments that called for a smooth transition, only Perry couldn't think of one. He was certainly into the idea a moment ago, but now the sight of Pansy looking so serious and vulnerable cooled him down a bit. There were a number of consequences that one just didn't consider when seized by passion, and Perry had more concerns than the average man.
If they did this, there was no going back.
It'd be lying to say he wasn't nervous, because the sex itself wasn't that big a deal, but it was the before and after that had his muscles tense. He wondered if he was pushing her into this, if she wanted it as much as he did, and if she did if perhaps she expected more commitment than he was
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This whole situation felt so unreal, Pansy was sure it was a set-up. Someone was going to jump out from behind the curtains and yell, "Gotcha!" and then Pansy would be mortally embarrassed. And then they (whoever they were) would die. Painfully.
Or if it wasn't a prank, then Perry was going to come to his senses and turn his tail and run. That seemed more likely and even more terrifying, and if she looked shy or nervous then that was why. So when she heard Perry mutter a silencing charms a rush of adrenalin that was half nerves and half elation brought a flush to her cheeks.
Then his hands were threaded into her hair and she could feel his breath ghosting across her lips. Her eyes drifted shut but when the expected kiss didn't come she opened them again. He was so close it was almost impossible that he wasn't quite close enough. When he spoke she could feel the vibrations, and his lips brushed against hers, and she shivered.
Cold feet? He thought she was going to back out
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"I, uh.." Colin started, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. "Well, I remember you mentioning that you were thinking of getting a dog, and.."
The boy stepped closer, gently removing the jacket from the pup. "Dogs.. They really do make great companions. They don't talk, yeah, but they always have this look of understanding. That's how it's like with me and Jasper." Colin didn't even know why he was saying this, instead of just giving the pup to Harry and wishing him a Happy Birthday.
"Hermione said you wouldn't mind, so here you go, Harry." He held out the young Retriever to Harry, smiling. "Happy Birthday. I thought it'd be all right to give it early. Felt kind of bad leaving him in there by himself."
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She turned to Perry. "This one looks good."
Quickly she pushed the door open fully, and pulled Perry through, closing and charming the door shut after them. Relinquishing her grip on his hand, she moved across the room to light the fire in the place, so that it cast a flickering glow over the chamber then turned and looked at Perry. Now they were here, suddenly it seemed more difficult than she had imagined. She couldn't just go over to him and kiss him, like she wanted to. Pansy wanted her hands in his hair again, and his hands on her.
Slowly she walked back over to him, and looked up at him from under her eyelashes. But her hands stayed by her sides. Once again, it was for Perry to make the first move.
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He looked over and Pansy was approaching him looking positively bashful, which was interesting considering this was her idea. Here was one of those awkward moments that called for a smooth transition, only Perry couldn't think of one. He was certainly into the idea a moment ago, but now the sight of Pansy looking so serious and vulnerable cooled him down a bit. There were a number of consequences that one just didn't consider when seized by passion, and Perry had more concerns than the average man.
If they did this, there was no going back.
It'd be lying to say he wasn't nervous, because the sex itself wasn't that big a deal, but it was the before and after that had his muscles tense. He wondered if he was pushing her into this, if she wanted it as much as he did, and if she did if perhaps she expected more commitment than he was ( ... )
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Or if it wasn't a prank, then Perry was going to come to his senses and turn his tail and run. That seemed more likely and even more terrifying, and if she looked shy or nervous then that was why. So when she heard Perry mutter a silencing charms a rush of adrenalin that was half nerves and half elation brought a flush to her cheeks.
Then his hands were threaded into her hair and she could feel his breath ghosting across her lips. Her eyes drifted shut but when the expected kiss didn't come she opened them again. He was so close it was almost impossible that he wasn't quite close enough. When he spoke she could feel the vibrations, and his lips brushed against hers, and she shivered.
Cold feet? He thought she was going to back out ( ... )
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