Lavender twiddled her thumbs. She was nervously waiting for her boyfriend. She ran through several fictional scenarios, in some of which they would break up.
He would tell her that he wanted nothing more to do with her, that she was not enough to be by his side. In others, she was the one who broke it off to save him a headache. He was busy enough without having to solve her problems.
'Seeing me with Malfoy would make him sad,' she shook her head. The idea was silly; deep down she hoped he would break up with her. Then she wouldn't have to make a decision.
"Lav," he whispered hoarsely. The blonde looked up at her boyfriend.
"Alti," she whispered, her mind unable to come to an agreement.
He sat down next to her on the sofa and just looked at her, waiting for her to speak. He wasn't going to pressure her in any way, she seemed nervous enough already, and he wasn't going to upset her by demanding answers.
Lavender's nails were pink, a deep, feminine shade. And surprisingly interesting, or so it seemed from the way she looked at them, ignoring the dark-haired man.
"You're not welcome here, snake," an angry voice broke the silence.
"Nowhere, really. Get used to my presence," Altair ignored the redhead.
"Finally you show your venom..."
"Muffliato," a sound similar to a murmur separated the place where Altair and Lavender were sitting from what was happening in the common room.
"I'm sorry, come on, let's go to the shared dormitory, the girls are out at the moment," she began to drag him to the shared dormitory with her head down.
"In broad daylight, Lily will find out."
"So what? It's not forbidden for a man to visit a girl in her room. Wizards are so boring," Altair opened his eyes at this information. It made sense. In a world where the desire of mages was incredibly rare, the canonical rule that men could not enter women's bedrooms would make no sense.
"I didn't know that."
"You know it now," Lavender let out a singsong laugh that quickly faded. "Sometimes I can teach you things, not the other way around," she murmured.
"You've taught me the best things," he smiled mysteriously at her. He was beginning to worry about his girlfriend's state of mind, he almost had the feeling she was going to break up with him. And he wasn't having it.
They walked in silence. When they reached the door, Altair could read the names of the girls carved into the wood. The interior was, in the words of the Demihuman, horrible. There were no partitions between the beds, only a curtain for privacy.
"Ahhh!" A moan alerted them to the presence of someone in the room. "Morgana, yes!"
"Granger's fingering herself?" Lavender's voice was cheerful and teasing. The moaning stopped suddenly, a hand running along the curtain as brown eyes and unruly hair peered out in horror.
The curtain slammed shut.
"I think you've gone a bit too far, Lav," Altair didn't help.
A brown blur passed them both. Altair could see tears in the girl's eyes, he felt a bit bad. She was bossy, but not a bad person.
"Maybe," the girl smiled at him. "But isn't she amazing? I always thought she'd die a virgin, like McGonagall. Although I'm not sure if the professor is a virgin, she seems... like a man, with no sexual desire. Although she is still hot," she began to speak enthusiastically.
"If anyone is capable of controlling her sexual appetite, it's her."
"I think so too. Look, this is my bed," she pointed to a bed with a pink cover and lots of stuffed animals on it. "This is the toy I first masturbated with."
"Interesting to know," Altair said as he sniffed at his competition.
"Obviously I washed it, silly," she smiled as she snatched it away. "Harley sleeps there," she pointed to an ordinary looking bed. Black sheets with dark green trim. On either side were posters of professional Quidditch players. "It's next to mine, so it's a mess to hear her moan your name when she's masturbating. Granger looked at her with displeasure, although after today..." she stifled a giggle with her hand. "Do you think she would have said your name if we'd spied more?" she asked him with a smile.
"I doubt it."
"She would have moaned Gamp's Law," Lavender made a lascivious gesture as she literally moaned the name of the law. "Would you like me to shout it out while I ride on your huge, thick cock?" she asked him as she began to undo his belt.
"I'd rather hear what's bothering my girlfriend," the blonde's smile faltered.
"Your girlfriend is horny."
"I know you're lying."
"You always know everything, don't you? Go away and leave me alone," the girl threw herself on her bed and closed the curtains.
Altair took a deep breath and pressed the bridge of his nose. The room was completely silent.
He opened the curtains and closed them behind him after climbing onto Lavender's bed. As he approached, he could hear the blonde crying. He silently embraced her from behind. She did not flinch from his touch, on the contrary, she threw herself into his arms.
Altair felt his heart tighten as he listened to her cry. He hated the weakness he felt, but at the same time he loved knowing that he could love someone. It was the human part of him that told him he would never be like his father.
'What if someone takes her away from me?' he thought angrily. He could have a hundred women and none of them would replace the woman who loved him when he was nothing.
"Alti," the girl's voice was slightly hoarse. "Do you love me?"
"With all my soul," he answered without hesitation. Months ago he would have feared to answer, but now he could answer without pausing. "And I want you to know that my soul as a demi-demon is stronger than that of a human," he embraced her in silence.
She rested her head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat, slowly regaining her composure. 'Everything will be all right,' she told herself. Altair's arms were strong and she felt that no one would hurt her as long as they were around her.
"Malfoy is the new House Black heir," she whispered.
Altair closed her eyes at that, it was quite surprising. Arcturus always refused invitations to Malfoy Manor to meet the members of his house.
"How did you find out?" he asked her.
"He told me," she replied. "He came to see me yesterday to talk. He wants to force me to be his concubine," Altair's blood began to boil in his veins.
"I will not let you go, ever," a possessive tone filled his voice.
"He threatened my parents. I don't want to leave you, but I don't want my parents to die either. He said the black family had ways of making that happen. I don't know what to do," her body began to shake again.
Altair held her face in his hands with a delicacy rarely seen in her, similar to the pulse she had when inscribing magic runes.
"The Malfoys will never touch your family," she looked into his violet eyes. They looked at her tenderly and kindly. She could see how hard he was trying to keep his anger barely visible. "I'm working on it."
"You're working too hard." She took his hands and began to kiss them.
"Sometimes I feel like I don't do enough," he confessed.
"I'm sorry for being so selfish."
"You're n..."
"I am!" she cut her off. I told you my problems and I waited for you to give me a solution because I couldn't find one on my own."
"You're not alone, Lav, you are my girl." he looked away.
"Neither do you," her voice broke. "I don't know what happened with the people who attacked you... I don't know what they did to you, I don't know how they affected you, if it wasn't for Professor Evans I wouldn't know you were in the infirmary."
"I'm fine now," he stood up. "I have things to do."
"Altair Regulus Black," she called out his full name. "The only thing you need to do now is calm your beautiful girlfriend. Come," she patted her side, Altair considered walking away and leaving her alone.
"You needn't worry. It's just a matter of time before I solve the problem," he said, giving in and sitting down next to her.
"It's not fair. Our relationship... you give me so much more than I can give you. Than you let me give you," she took his head and put it in her lap.
Altair let her. A few seconds later he felt tears fall down his cheeks, but they weren't his. Some time ago he had lost the ability to cry. They were from the person he loved.
Love.
"I love you, Lav," the girl's face turned several shades of red as the tears stopped. Her eyes opened in surprise, as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"You-"
"I am who I am now because of you. If I hadn't met you, I would have ended up with a rope around my..."
"Stop! Don't say that," she covered his mouth with her hand.
"It's the truth. Right now I love being alive. Only then can I enjoy loving you," the girl covered her face with her palms. "You have given me more than I could ever give you back in a lifetime."
She remained silent, though Altair could see her shoulders trembling. He gently removed her hands. A silly smile and tears were all he could see on his friend's face.
Lavender tried to turn around, but he wouldn't let her. She tried to make a straight line with her lips.
It was impossible. Her lips curved unconsciously.
"That was a good way of avoiding the subject," she said when she had calmed down a little. "I'm not going to force you to talk about it... but I'm here. If you need anything from me, I'm yours." She showed him the binding mark on her shoulder.
"I'll tell you when I've sorted out the Malfoys. It shall be soon"
"I love you so much."
"You're my life, Lav."
Author notes: Lol, I was sad when I wrote this.