Chapter 3 : Tori
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Another one by phoenixn @TDA
One year ago
“I just can’t believe they did this to me!” Tori said, examining her perfect nails. She'd had them done especially - pink with small, perfectly painted roses on them.
She glared at her driver in irritation. “Um, hello? Are you going to answer me? I’m kinda talking to you.”
The grumpy old driver looked at her through his rear view mirror. “I am here on behalf of your aunt, Miss Heron, to drive you to school,” he said. “I am not here to listen to your whining.”
Tori raised her eyebrows. “I don’t know what your name is, mister, but you need to know who you’re talking to. My name is Victoria Heron and I am the daughter of Auberon Heron, former senior assistant to the Minister of Magic.”
“I know who you are,” the driver said shortly.
Tori stared at him in irritation, but he didn’t flinch. She sighed dramatically, and flopped back on the limo’s comfortable seats. Her aunt would have been perfectly happy to send her to school on the train, but Tori had insisted she have a private driver. Her parents would never have allowed her to travel using public transportation.
“We are now approaching the Hogwarts Castle,” the driver said blandly. “We should be there in less than five minutes, Miss Heron.”
“Finally,” said Tori moodily. “I feel like I’ve been squashed into the back of this car forever.”
She wasn’t happy about going to Hogwarts. All her friends at her old school, Beauxbatons had always talked about what a dump it was. Beauxbatons, on the other hand, was a very good school, which Tori would have been perfectly happy to stay at. She’d been popular, had several boyfriends and her parents had been friends with the Headmistress.
Unfortunately, she’d gotten expelled after a little incident involving her arch-enemy, Cassandra (who, incidentally, had stolen one of her boyfriends) and a fire making spell.
“We’re here,” announced the driver, parking the car.
Tori peered out the window to see trees, grass and a big lake.
“Is someone going to be meeting me?” Tori asked. “I need some help with my bags.”
The driver sighed. “Of course, Miss Heron,” he said. “Everything has been organised for you.”
Tori got sorted into Gryffindor.
Because she was the only sixth year getting sorted into a house, it meant she got a lot of attention from the other students.
That was good.
Tori liked attention.
As she strutted over to the Gryffindor table with her head held high, she readjusted her skirt, making it much shorter, so that a lot more leg was visible.
Tori knew she had good legs. And she knew how to make everyone else know she had good legs, too.
She heard students whispering as she sat down at the edge of the table, with her head held high.
Now was not the time for making friends. No, that would come later.
Now was the time to look desirable. To make everyone want to be her friend.
After the sorting was finished, the food appeared. Tori grabbed a roll and buttered it. Then, she looked carefully around the Gryffindor table…and smirked. Almost every guy who had hit puberty was staring at her. They wanted her - and why wouldn’t they? Every other girl around the table was so dull.
Well, Tori thought, it was time to spice things up around here.
Tori followed the crowd of Gryffindor’s up to their common room, still remaining apart from the crowd.
A portrait of a fat lady blocked the entrance, but a spotty prefect said the password, and the portrait swung open. Like everyone else, Tori climbed through it, and entered a charming but lifeless looking room.
There was already a red-haired girl sitting at one of the wooden tables, nose stuck in a book.
Tori strode up to her, and the girl’s eyes widened. “I’m Victoria Heron,” she said. “But you can call me Tori. Can you tell me which way to the girls dormitories?”
The red-haired girl didn’t say anything for a moment, but then quickly cleared her throat and pointed in the direction of a sweeping spiral staircase.
Good, thought Tori, she’s intimidated by me.
She flashed the girl a brief smile. “Thank you,” she said, before heading up the stairs, feeling many sets of eyes drilling into her back.
Tori didn’t consider herself to be a bitch. Maybe she was, but whilst she was here at this dump of a school, she might as well be remembered for something. Better than being remembered as the girl that put someone in St Mungo’s, at any rate.
Tori pushed the door open of the sixth year girl’s dormitory and found herself in a very plain circular room. There were five beds around the walls, and the bed directly opposite the door had her bags piled on top of it.
There was only one other girl in the room. She had long dark hair that covered her face, and even though she looked skinny and sickly, she was very pretty.
Hmm, Tori thought, that could be a problem.
Tori glanced at the girl, who was reading a very thick book. Tori had always been jealous of those who could get lost in books - she’d never really been the reading type. “I’m Victoria,” she said. “Victoria Heron. But because we’re going to be roomies, you can call me Tori.”
The girl didn’t reply, so Tori began unbuttoning her cloak.
“I’m Rebecca Kale,” the girl said finally in a flat voice.
Tori took a second look, and smiled mentally. The girl was pretty, sure, but she had zero personality. That, plus the fact that she was wearing her skirt well below her knees reassured Tori that she wasn’t going to be a threat.
That meant she could be her friend.
At that moment, two more giggling girls appeared in the room.
“Oh!” one of them said, as they saw Tori getting changed out of her uniform.
Tori smiled pleasantly at them. “I’m Tori,” she said. “I just exchanged here from Beauxbatons.”
One of the two girl’s eyes widened. “Oh, wow!” she said. “Beauxbatons! Wow!”
They didn’t seem to be the brightest fish in the sea.
Good. That meant they were followers, rather than leaders.
“I’m Clementine,” said the girl who had just spoken. “And this is my sister, Lavender.”
“So girls,” said Tori, who had suddenly experienced a boost of confidence. This year was going to be a breeze! “What’s on tonight?”
Clementine and Lavender looked at each other.
“What do you mean?” Clementine asked.
Tori laughed. “Like a party or something. I mean, it is the first night back. You guys don’t really want to sit here and be anti-social, do you?”
Clementine and Lavender both giggled. “You mean…a party with boys?” one of them asked.
Rebecca suddenly snapped her book shut. “There are no parties,” she said stiffly. “Classes begin tomorrow, and no-one wants to be tired for their first day back at school…”
“Don’t be boring, Becky,” Tori said. “If there’s no party, then it’s our duty, as the most attractive girls at this school, to organise one.”
“But how?” Clementine asked. “If we throw a party in the castle, one of the ghosts will hear us and alert the teachers.”
Tori wrinkled her nose. Urgh. Ghosts. Her old school would never have allowed ghosts in the castle.
“It’s alright, ladies,” Tori said confidently. “I already have a plan. I’ll round up some bodies and we’ll party down at the lake. I smuggled some firewhiskey into the castle. Come on, it’ll be fun!”
Clementine and Lavender looked at each other, then back at Tori, who fake pouted. “Please come,” she said. “For me?”
The two girls broke into spiels of laughter. “Oh, alright,” said Clementine - or was it Lavender? It really didn’t matter either way. “I suppose it could be fun.”
Tori beamed. “Brilliant!” she said, and began to unzip one of her bags.
“What are you doing?” Rebecca asked suspiciously, and Tori answered her by pulling out several bottles of firewhiskey.
“What’s a party without alcohol?” Tori said, and threw the bottles to Clementine, who caught them with a bewildered expression on her face. “Take these down to the lake,” Tori instructed them. “Get the party going - round up as many people as possible. Oh, and make sure there’s music playing. Loud. Someone should cast a charm to make sure the teachers can't hear. We don't want them gatecrashing now, do we?”
“Where are you going?” Lavender asked, looking puzzled.
Tori’s face broke into a sly grin. “I’m going to round up the male population of this school,” she said. “Oh, and ladies: please take off those dreadful uniforms. Wear something pretty.”
Tori confidently strode up to the boys dormitories, revelling in the looks she was getting from those few students still sitting in the Common Room. She knocked loudly on the first door she came to, and waited patiently. Finally, a smouldering hot guy opened the door. He had dark, tanned skin and sparkling eyes. He looked at Tori with amusement.
“Can I help you?”
Tori smiled at him sweetly. “My name is Tori Heron,” she said. “And I just want to let you know that I’m throwing a little party down by the lake tonight.”
The guy grinned at her. “The new girl is breaking rules already,” he said. “I like it. I’m in. I’m Fred, by the way. Fred Weasley.”
“Round up as many people as you can,” Tori told him. “Invite members of other houses, if you want to. This is going to be huge.”
“You got it,” Fred winked, before closing the door.
Tori smiled to herself. Her party was going to be epic.
She returned to her room to see Rebecca standing in front of a long mirror, wearing a semi-hideous set of dress robes. Tori pursed her lips, but didn’t say anything, as she stripped down into her lacy underwear, and began rummaging about for something decent to wear.
“I see you’ve decided to come to the party, then,” Tori commented.
Boring Becky nodded.
“Good,” said Tori, pulling on a very short, very tight strapless number, which made every part of her body look even better. Then she tied up her hair in a high, bouncy ponytail, which showed off her perfect cheekbones, shoved her feet into a pair of heels and turned to Rebecca. “Ready?”
Rebecca just nodded again. She looked so nervous. Hmm. If she was going to be Tori’s friend, she’d have to gain a bit more confidence. But not enough that she’d want to take Tori’s throne.
The two girls hurried out of the dormitory, Tori taking the lead. The Common Room was cleared out, which was good. It meant everyone had either gone to bed or headed to the party
They hurried down the many flights of stairs, Tori with her hand clamped to Rebecca’s arm, pulling her along.
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Rebecca asked, in an annoying, whining sort of voice. “Not many people here know me…”
Tori laughed. “How can not many people know you? You’ve been here for five years, right?”
Rebecca bit her lip and nodded. “I usually…keep to myself,” she admitted.
“Not anymore you don’t,” said Tori. “The friends of Tori Heron don’t get that choice.”
They reached the edge of the lake, which Tori was glad (and, admittedly, a little relieved) to see was filled with people.
Thank god for Clementine and Lavender - they’d managed to sort some music out, and people looked like they were having a good time. They were talking, laughing, dancing and squealing.
Tori grinned at Rebecca impressively. The bore of a girl was tugging on the ends of her dress robes self-consciously, looking as though she’d like to be anywhere else.
Tori grabbed her hand and squeezed it in a comforting manner. “Come on then, Becky,” she said. “It’s time for you to meet your classmates!”
Tori strode into the midst of all the activity, dragging Rebecca along behind her. Heads turned as she passed them, and Tori knew they were looking at her, not Rebecca, who looked like some kind of medieval goth with her long dress and dreary bangs.
She didn’t stop walking until she came to Fred Weasley, and the group of guys he was standing with. They were all holding cups of firewhiskey and laughing loudly. Fred grinned a dopey grin as Tori arrived, and put his arm around her. He reminded Tori a bit of a puppy.
She hated dogs.
“There’s the party thrower!” Fred said loudly. “We were all wondering where you were, Miss Heron.”
Tori gave him a big fake smile, fluttering her eyelashes. “Well, I’m here now Freddy,” she said, giving a laugh that was even faker than her smile. His arm felt good around her shoulder, but Fred wasn’t the type of guy she’d want as a boyfriend. He was too light hearted, too happy.
“Who’s your friend, Tori?” Fred asked, still grinning.
Tori wondered whether he ever stopped smiling or being happy. It was quite annoying, actually. The worst part was, his happiness wasn’t fake, unlike Tori’s own plastered smile.
Tori smiled at him, and tossed her head. “Oh, come on Freddy!” she said, pulling an awkward looking Rebecca closer to her. “How can you not know Rebecca? She’s been in your classes for five years!”
Fred looked at Rebecca, then his face broke into yet another grin.
Yawn. He was so boring.
“Of course I remember Rebecca!” he said, and Boring Becky’s face went bright pink. “We sat next to each other in potions last year!”
Tori smiled at Rebecca. “See, Becky? People do know who you are!”
“He turned our cauldron into a slug,” Rebecca muttered. “We lost fifty house points for Gryffindor.”
Fred burst into laughter. “I’d almost forgotten about that!” he said, and squeezed Tori closer to him. “Oh, you should have seen old Sluggy’s face!”
Tori tried to remove Fred’s hand from around her waist. “Now you should introduce me to your friend’s, Freddy,” she said, smiling around at the group of boys. They all ogled her with big eyes.
Well, they ogled her boobs, but whatever.
Fred (finally) removed his arm and introduced all his friends who weren’t very memorable in Tori’s opinion.
Tori turned round to see yet another guy bounding towards Fred, loopy smile on his face. Tori felt her mouth widen.
The female population of this school may be dull, but the boys were smoking hot.
This guy was even better looking than Fred.
He was very tall, but not awkwardly so, with a strong jaw, messy dark brown hair and long lashes. Tori usually thought long lashes made a guy look too feminine, but not on this boy.
As he bounded up to Fred and put an arm on his shoulder, Tori noticed that the gaze of every girl within eyeshot was on him.
He was the guy all the girls wanted.
Which meant he was the guy she had to have.
“James, my man,” said Fred, and they gave each other a sort of manly handshake. As they did so Tori noticed that the new guy - James - had amazing arm muscles. “You’ve been missing out on all the fun.”
James snorted. “Fredster, you are the one who has been missing out. I just pushed old Scorpius into the lake. He was trying to chat up Rosie.”
Fred snorted with laughter, and Tori immediately turned in the direction of the lake. Sure enough she saw a boy with pale hair and a pointed face, clambering out of the lake, looking furious.
Tori looked away, and realised that James was grinning at her. “Don’t think I’ve seen you around before,” he said. “Are you new?”
Tori smiled sweetly. “It’s my first day,” she said. “I’m Tori.”
James nodded. “James Potter.”
Of course he was James Potter, the famous Harry Potter’s son.
No wonder every girl wanted him. He was super fit and the son of a legend at the same time. Tori knew Harry Potter had another son, but apparently he was quite the bore. He and Boring Becky would get on well.
Tori flashed him another smile. “Well, of course I know who you are,” she said, trying to sound as flattering as possible.
To her annoyance, James turned away from her to look at Rebecca, who Tori had almost forgotten was still sticking right on her, like a wart plaster.
“Hey Becky!” he said, and Rebecca went the colour of tomato. She looked hilarious.
“Hey,” she murmured.
“I haven’t seen you in a while. How was your break?”
Oh god, she was so boring!
Tori suddenly frowned. This was her party, not Rebecca’s. She was the new girl. James should be paying attention to her, not Boring Becky.
She suddenly linked arms with Rebecca, and gave her a big smile. “Come on, Becky,” she said. “We can’t let these boys keep us all to themselves. We have other people to meet.” She smiled sexily at James. “I’m sure I’ll see you later,” she said, before dragging Rebecca away.
They found Clementine and Lavender with another plain looking girl, who was dressed in the most ridiculous outfit Tori had ever seen. She had mousy, slightly wavy hair and was very short. There was a chain of daisies in her hair and she was wearing a dress covered in feathers, felt patches and buttons.
What a freak.
“Tori!” shrieked Clementine, and immediately grabbed Tori by the arm and pulled her in. “You have to meet Aine - she’s our other roommate!”
Tori looked at Aine with her cheeks sucked in. “Nice dress.”
Aine smiled at her. Tori was irritated to see it was a slightly mocking smile, and not full of admiration. “Thanks,” she said. “I made it myself.”
Tori smirked slightly, just enough so that the weirdo could get offended. “I can see that.”
To her annoyance, the freak just continued smiling. “Nice party, by the way, Barbie,” she said. “Though I’m surprised you haven’t caught your death…wearing a dress like that.”
Tori was spared answering thanks to the twins, who both let out identical shrieks of laughter. Tori looked at them, her eyebrows raised. One of the twins nodded towards the group of guys Tori and Rebecca had just been with, and Tori raised her eyebrows even higher.
“I see,” she said. “Eye stalking the boys over there, are we?”
The twins giggled even harder.
God, they were annoying.
Tori smirked. “If you guys like one of them, why don’t you just go over there and talk to them? Use your feminine power.”
The twins looked at each other. “That sounds difficult,” one of them said.
Tori gave them a look. “Of course it’s not difficult!” she said. “Watch this.”
She broke away from the group, and strode back over to James and the others.
“The new girl is back!” Fred whooped.
“You see those girls over there?” Tori gestured towards her four roommates. “Well, I have a feeling they each might fancy one of you. What would you say about a little game of truth or dare?”
“Hell YES!” said Fred eagerly. “What’d ya reckon, Jamsey?”
James grinned. Tori tried not to swoon. His smile was that classically hot, lopsided grin. “If there’s any chance of a bit of snogging, I’m in!”
“Great!” beamed Tori, and turned round to face the rest of the party. Before she spoke, she took her wand out from her safe keeping place (tucked inside her bra) and performing a quick silencing spell. The music stopped playing at once, and everyone turned to look at her.
“Hello, everyone!” she said. “My name is Tori Heron - you might know me as the new girl!”
A boy wolf-whistled from somewhere, and Tori fought the urge not to grin. “My friends and I are about to play a little game of truth or dare,” she said, and there were several cheers from the crowd. “Anyone who wants to join us, is welcome to play!”
Ten minutes later and every single student at the party was sitting in a large circle, waiting to begin. Tori was in the very centre, with Fred next to her, his arm around her waist. Tori kept glancing at James to see if this made him jealous, but his expression was neutral.
“Alright,” she said. “As this is my party, I’ll start the game off. Fred: you’re up first. Truth or dare?”
“Truth,” grinned Fred. “The Fred Monster has no secrets.”
“When was the last time you had a one night stand?”
Fred grinned. “The last day of term last year,” he said, and winked at a petite blonde sitting opposite him, who blushed and bowed her head.
James groaned. “So that’s why you didn’t want to apparate to watch the band playing in Diagon Alley with me!”
Fred shrugged. “What can I say? I’m a lady’s man.”
The red haired girl who Tori had talked to in the common room earlier snorted. “Sure you are, Freddy,” she said, and Tori was irritated that she wasn’t the only one that called Fred by a different name.
“Was that sarcasm, my dear cousin?” Fred asked serenely, and the girl rolled her eyes.
“Don’t take it too harsh, Fredster,” James grinned. “Rosie told me I was an arrogant prat with a bad-temper and an unhealthy addiction to making out in closets the other day.”
Hmm. So the red-haired girl was James’ cousin.
Good. That meant she wouldn’t be a threat.
“Alright then, Jamesy,” said Fred. “Your turn: truth or dare?”
James snorted. “I wouldn’t be the gorgeous James Potter if I didn’t say dare now then, would I?”
Several girls around the circle giggled stupidly. Tori glared at all of them. James Potter was hers.
“That you wouldn’t. Alright: I’ve got a good one: strip naked and jump in the Black Lake.”
“Fred, that is disgusting!” said Rose. “I do not want to see my cousins naked parts!”
“You’re in the minority there, I’m afraid, dear Rosie,” said James, and pulled off his jacket, followed by his t-shirt.
Tori’s heart pounded as she stared at the shirtless James Potter.
He had the most fantastic abs she had ever seen - how did he have such amazing abs? He was only sixteen!
“I am closing my eyes,” said Rose firmly, and she did just that.
“Are you taking those off, as well?” Tori purred, pointing at James’ trousers.
He just grinned at her, and unzipped them, pulling them off until he was standing there in his boxers.
Fred snorted. “I can’t believe you’re actually doing what I suggested,” he said. “And I think you can stop there, you twat. No-one needs to be scarred for life.”
James thwacked him on the back of his head with his trousers. “Rude,” he said. “You know what they say about men with big feet, Fredster.”
“Yep,” said Fred. “Unfortunately for you, mate, your feet are tiny.”
“Come on, James,” said Tori, putting her own arm around Fred, who grinned at her with that idiotic grin of his “You don’t want everyone to think you’re a pussy, do you?”
“Me? A pussy? You’re dreaming, new girl,” said James.
Then he sprinted down to the lake (shit, he was hot when he ran) and dived straight in. There was a resounding splash, and all the girls gasped.
Aine shook her head. “That boy is wild!”
Fred grinned broadly. “That’s my Jamesy!”
Tori watched as James climbed out of the lake, his wet hair hanging over his eyes, droplets of water clinging to his firm abs.
He looked so…eatable right then.
He approached the circle, and sat down next to Fred, who clapped him on the back. “Mate, that was impressive,” he said, as James pulled on his trousers. He didn’t bother with his shirt, which Tori was thankful for.
James bowed. “Now it’s my turn,” he said, and turned to Tori. Her heart began to hammer. “Miss Heron,” he said. “Truth or dare?”
Tori thought hard about this decision. If she chose truth, it was all too likely that she’d have to reveal something bad, or embarrassing about herself. And James was much more likely to be impressed if she chose dare.
“Dare,” she said.
This was definitely the right choice, as James beamed at her.
His smile was very different to Fred’s. He didn’t look like a lost puppy, for one thing. “Kiss the person you fancy most in this circle,” he said, and Tori’s heart stopped hammering.
This was a test, she knew it. James wanted to know if she wanted him. She couldn’t let him know that she did.
Tori smiled at James. “You want to know who I, Tori Heron, fancy most?” she asked innocently.
James grinned, and he stretched backwards. “Hell yeah,” he said, and Tori smiled even harder. He so thought he was getting some.
She leaned in closer to Fred and pressed her mouth against his.
Then she kissed him.
He kissed her back.
It felt nice having Fred’s warm lips against hers, but Tori knew he was enjoying it more than her. She didn’t feel anything special as he kissed her - no fireworks in her stomach, nothing.
Finally, Tori broke away from him.
She could see people around the circle staring at her. Good. She wanted them to know that she was fearless. That she, Tori Heron, could do anything.
Fred was staring at her. “Wow,” he said, slightly breathless. “That was one hell of a snog.”
Tori suddenly realised that next to Fred, James had gotten to his feet. “I have to go,” he said flatly.
Fred grinned at him. “Giving up already, Jamesy?” he asked, and Tori wondered what he meant by that.
James snorted. “All yours, Fredster” he said, pulling his shirt on.
He was still wet, and his shirt was white, so it went see-through.
The game of truth or dare continued as Tori watched James walk back to the castle.
Her plan was working, but she felt oddly deflated. What had he meant when he said ‘all yours’? Did he mean Tori? That he didn’t want her as much as she'd assumed?
“What’s his deal?” Tori asked moodily to Aine, who happened to be sitting next to her.
Aine gave her a strange look. “What do you mean?” she asked flatly.
“Did you see his face after I kissed Fred? Is he, like, not used to kissing or something?”
“What’s it to you?”
Tori glared at her. She was liking this girl less and less. Probably because she seemed more intelligent and more charismatic than the twins or Rebecca. “I’m just curious, that’s all? He’s not gay, is he?”
Aine snorted. “No, definitely not. You heard Rose earlier, didn’t you? He’s always getting caught hooking up with random girls. But he has never had a proper girlfriend.”
“How would I know? You’d have to ask him. I think that’s why all the girls want him so much. Because he doesn’t seem to want anyone back.”
“Do you want James Potter?” Tori asked, and the other girl raised her eyebrows.
“Obviously you don’t know me very well,” she said coldly. “I’m not one of the pathetic little fan girls that goes swanning after him. I barely even know James. And I’d be happy to keep it that way.”
Tori frowned, and stared straight ahead of her, while not really looking at anything.
The freaks little…speech had just confirmed to her why she wanted James Potter. He was attractive, popular, the son of Harry Potter and every girl wanted him. That meant that if she, Tori Heron, snatched him up, she’d be untouchable.
The most wanted girl in school.
She turned in the direction of the castle, and realised she could still see James’ retreating figure, heading towards what seemed to be the greenhouses.
Yuck. Tori hated plants.
She suddenly got to feet, and felt everyone staring at her.
“What are you doing?” Fred asked.
Tori simpered at him, and touched his nose. Then she bent down and whispered, “My secret,” in his ear. Fred looked confused, but didn’t say anything, as Tori headed back to the castle.
As she left, she could hear people whispering her name, wondering what she was up to.
She liked being the mystery girl. Everything was working in her favour.
“You left the party early.”
She’d run all the way to the greenhouses, trying to catch up with James. Now Tori leant against one of the glass walls, trying not to look puffed. She hoped her cheeks weren’t red.
James turned around to look at her. “You followed me,” he said. It wasn’t a question, it was a statement.
Tori pushed herself off the wall and began to walk slowly towards him. “I was worried about you,” she said.
“I can take care of myself.”
“Are you jealous, James Potter?”
“Why would I be jealous?”
Tori smiled, and continued walking towards him. He wasn’t backing away from her, which was always a good sign. “Of Freddy and I. You thought I was going to kiss you, didn’t you?”
She was very close to him now, so close she could actually tilt her head and kiss him.
But she didn’t.
She’d keep him in suspense.
Just a little longer.
James shrugged. “I don’t care who you kiss. I don't even know you,” he said. Then he turned, and started to walk away.
Tori stood there for a few seconds, glaring at him. How dare he walk away from her! Then she realised what was happening, and grabbed his arm.
“I don’t like Fred,” she whispered.
James turned around. “Then why did you kiss him?”
Tori looked up at him, her eyes wide. She was beginning to feel very nervous, which was weird. She never felt nervous around guys. But looking up into James’s dark, almond shaped eyes, all she wanted him to do was kiss her. “Why do you think?”
He didn’t answer. Just looked at her.
Tori put her hand on his hip. James flinched slightly, but didn’t move away.
Taking charge, Tori slowly moved her hand up to his stomach, which was flat and hard.
She looked up at him again, with big eyes. “Do you want me to stop?” she whispered.
For a long moment, James didn’t speak, and Tori was suddenly worried he was going to reject her.
“No,” he whispered, and kissed her.
Tori went stiff with shock for a moment, but then a moment later they were making out. James’ tongue flicked her teeth, and Tori opened her mouth, letting it in.
His hand was on the back of her head, getting tangled in her long blonde hair, she ran her hands up and down his chest. James pushed her against the wall of the green house, and Tori slid her hands under the edges of his shirt. His skin was warm and hard, and she pressed herself to him, soaking up his energy.
She hesitated for a second.
“Do it,” James murmured, his lips moving against his mouth.
They took each other’s shirts off.
Tori could feel herself trembling, and hoped that James couldn’t feel it, too. She didn’t want him to think she was nervous. He’d probably done this with thousands of girls…
He now had a hand on her inner thigh, and Tori was getting shivers up her spine.
But then she made a decision.
“Do it,” she murmured, echoing what James had just said.
He suddenly broke away from her, and stared down at her with very dark eyes. “You sure?” he asked. His voice was husky and deep.
Tori put her arms around his neck, and pulled him back down to her, his lips meeting hers. “Yes,” she said, because the time seemed right.
Tori realised what she was doing was messed up. She’d never dreamed that the time she lost her virginity would be outside a school greenhouse.
She’d also never thought that she’d lose her virginity to a guy she’d known for less that a day.
But, when life gives you James Potter…
You grab him with both hands.
Authors Note: So...Tori's point of view? What do you think? Like her? Hate her? Love to hate her?
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