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Chapter 28: Sacrifice
Chapter 28: Sacrifice
Everything got back on track a few weeks later. I attended school regularly again, though my grades were falling far far behind and I had to do piles of makeup work every night. Most of it went unfinished because Mackenzie would require my assistance at exactly the moment I would sit down to work. The only time I got to spend with Tyler, alone, was on patrols. And even then, we were supposed to be looking out for snogging teens in the hallway, not being those teens. But that’s what we found ourselves doing every time, even as we speak.
Leaning against the seventh floor corridor, Tyler’s hand crept up my thigh to rest on my hip for the twentieth time that night. Pulling away, he starred into my eyes. “I love you, Flicka.”
I smiled and cupped his face with my palm. “I love you too, Ty.” He kissed me again, slowly this time, and I smiled into it. Sometimes it was hard to believe how much I loved this boy. It consumed me.
He pulled away again, and took my hand, walking down the corridor a ways farther before stopping and pacing back and forth. The door to the Room of Requirement appeared and he took my hand again to lead me inside. It was an exact replica of the night I’d lost my virginity: rose petals, candles, and a huge, beautiful bed. I gasped and my hands flew to my face. So much had happened since then, and yet everything was almost exactly the same. Tyler led me to the bed and sat me down on the edge of it. Kneeling by my feet, he pulled off my trainers and socks, before leaning up to kiss me slowly. He picked me up and laid me down on the bed, hovering over me and continuing his sweet kisses. Slowly, I reached my hands up to his tie, undoing it and letting it hang off his collar, moving to his shirt buttons and unbuttoning them. I pushed the shirt off his shoulders and he wriggled his way out of it, before throwing it on the floor. My nails ran down his chest and he sucked in a bit of air. He reached for my shirt and did the same for me, slowly. He wanted to make love to me, not just have sex, but make love. I smiled into the kiss as I moved to his pants and undid the button and zipper, pushing them off his hips. He unzipped the side of my skirt and pulled it down my legs, kissing my knees and calves on the way down and taking his pants the rest of the way off when he reached the floor.
I suddenly remembered why I didn’t want to have sex with Tyler. I was fat. The baby had made me fat. I grabbed for the blankets on the bed and tried to position them to cover myself, but Tyler grabbed my wrist. He pushed the blankets away from me, and started leaning down towards my stomach. He pressed his lips on my belly button and kissed all the way around it. “You’re beautiful, Alixzandra. Never forget that.” I smiled a small smile and pulled him back to me.
It was sweet and slow. It was everything we needed, but what he hadn’t asked for. And when it was over, we laid in each other’s arms for what felt like forever, until he whispered, “Patrol’s over. We’ve gotta go get Mackenzie.”
I sighed. I loved my daughter, I really did, but sometimes I just missed my husband. We pulled our clothing back on, and charmed our hair back in place, before walking hand-in-hand back to Mum and Daddy’s quarters.
Mum was exhausted, too exhausted to read into why we were a little late. Daddy was not, however. Daddy knew by just one look at me. His eyes narrowed and he said, “Alix, may I have a word with the two of you in my office?”
I looked nervously at Tyler, but left Mackenzie’s sleeping form in her crib and followed him. When we reached Daddy’s office, he sat behind his desk and I felt like a little school girl getting in trouble again when Tyler and I sat in front of it.
“Frankly, I don’t care what you two were doing when you were supposed to be patrolling. I asked you in here for something else entirely. Alix, I was told by Professor Dumbledore to warn you about something. It’s just about October, and even though it’s very early in the school year, you’re not on pace to graduate with Tyler this year.” I gasped and covered my mouth, but he continued. “I’m telling you this so that you know to start trying even harder. Your mother and I are willing to do anything necessary to help you, but we can only do so much. As you can see, Hermione is already exhausted every night from having all three babies. That being said, if things don’t look up, I'm afraid you’ll be forced to take only the rest of your 6th year classes this year, and graduate with the rest of your class next year.”
I nodded, but that’s all I could do. “How long do I have to improve before Dumbledore gives up on me?”
“Until the end of the semester in December.” Daddy replied, and I nodded again.
“Right. Okay. I can do that, I think.”
“You can and you will Alixzandra.”