One dirty little game.

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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

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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

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"Whats that?" Hannah asked, tilting her head with entirely fake concern. "What, this?" With a subtle swish and her lips moving inaudibly, the tingle of the air kissing Anthony's crotch returned. As quickly, Hannah swished it off and then tucked her wand up her sleeve. "You can go lay down if you want." She said softly, her eyes not leaving his while she beamed at him very mischievously.

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At this point, Anthony just stared at her. He was very confused. "I...I don't understand," he said, not sure why on earth she was doing these things to him. Did she like to see him uncomfortable, nervous and embarassed?

"Is...is this what you do to blokes you...fancy?" He finally asked, his words lowering into a whisper.

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Hannah sighed at the line of questioning and finally straightened. Her hands rested on the table, with the fingers neatly folded against one another. What was initially fun was beginning to fade, as that sense of guilt over violating something so pure set in. "Anthony, let me put this as delicately as I can. When a man or a woman... or in the case of your best mate- two men- happen to fancy each other, they engage in physical signs of affection."

Yes, she was slightly teasing him, even slightly mocking him. But he seemed so oblivious, that Hannah felt like she had to take the direct route. "Are you... interested in that at all with me, Anthony? With anyone?" She finally asked, looking up at him with a mix of questions in her eyes. It occurred to her that Anthony might be asexual, then... one who feels no sexual desire either way. She leaned forward, "Just how many blokes do you think I've done this with? Just you."

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Anthony leaned in close to Hannah, in hopes that their conversation wouldn't be overheard.

"I never said," he started, but then stopped. He sat down across from her again. "I am interested in physical signs of affection," Anthony could feel the color rise his face as he spoke. "But like this? In the library? With your feet?"

He was quiet for a moment. "It's just not what I had expected."

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"Well I can't seem to get you alone," Hannah replied back, probably louder than Anthony would have wanted. In fact, Madam Pince's ever-present scornful hiss echoed nearby. Hannah attributed to an automatic reaction on the woman's part- she doubted the vulturesque woman even knew she was doing it. It was an instinct.

"Just what do you think a game of footsie is for, Anthony?" She said in a low, harsh whisper. "You're sitting across the bloody table from me, as usual. Its the only way I can reach."

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It was obvious that Hannah was getting annoyed at him, not that this was a new thing. She always seemed frustrated with the things he did and he wasn't quite sure why. But Anthony did fancy her so he felt compelled to find a way to make her happy instead.

He ran his fingers through his unruly hair and gave the whole situation some thought. Finally, he stood up and collected the last of his items and returned them to his bookbag. "Ok," he said, with a strong sense of conviction. "Where do you want to go?"

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Hannah's shoulders dropped and she stared at him with a mixture of disbelief and amusement. True she was frustrated with him- this was normal. His endearing kindness and innocence was as wonderful as it was a nuisance.

When the boy stood, Hannah's head tilted up so she could watch but she did not get up. "Anthony it... it doesn't matter where we go." She said with a exasperated though patient smile on her face. "We don't have to go anywhere if you don't want to. I was just trying to show you that I want you, alright? I was trying to get a rise out of you, to loosen you up a bit." Her smile widened more and she sighed.

He was making an honest effort and though it had all the spontaneity of a planned test, she stood up and took his hand after picking up her bag. "Take me someplace... beautiful." Hannah announced with a tilt of her chin.

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"Oh no," Anthony replied, seeing that she obviously didn't catch his meaning. "I don't think that's what you really want. You have something very specific in mind and I don't think it has anything to do with beautiful places. I'm telling you that it's ok to go along with your little scheme. Let's just please do it somewhere else. Merlin knows there must be enough broom cupboards or empty classrooms to provide you with endless posibilities."

Anthony looked her in the eye to let her know that he was serious. He was putting her in control of this scenario.

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Hannah leaned in close and kissed his cheek in public. A moment later and she was whispering in his ear, "No I meant someplace beautiful. I don't want our first time together to be in a broom closet." She came away from him, her hand in his tightening. She moved away until her arms were taut and then she tugged, "Take me to the woods... or a garden... or even to the greenhouse. Or maybe even next to the lake." She grinned, "I want us to be surrounded in something pretty thats not in the castle, that we have to go to. And each step we take is one more step closer to where we are going to be alone and together."

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And that's when the pressure hit him. All of a sudden Hannah was talking about beautiful places and the fact that she didn't want her first time to be in a broom closet. Or worse...that she mentioned the words 'first time'. Anthony's mind flooded with a million thoughts at that moment. Surely she didn't think they would doing something like that? Today? No, of course not. But yet that did not lessen his fear. Now he felt that he had to woo her, to romance her, to perform physically in ways he knew nothing about.

Anthony felt a wave a nausea overcome him and his hands had become so clammy that he needed free them from hers to wipe them on his trousers. This was exactly why he had never initated anything with Hannah in the first place!

"Umm...don't you think it's a bit chilly outside?" He asked.