ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ ᴏʀ ʜᴇʟʟ ⟶ ɢinny ᴡeasley

xi

The second time it happened it caught Jude off guard, because the first time she kissed Riley it was not out of instant attraction, not because she had an incredible desire to do so, but because she needed to clear her mind after a good game but a dire experience. So that urgent distraction had taken the form of the young teacher, who, yes, she was sweet and very understanding of Jude, but she was also hot as fuck and that Jude could recognize, so it was all she thought about as Riley closed the latch on the room and approached her dangerously.

She closed her eyes and was carried away by the moment, because she knew that if she hadn't wanted to continue with it she would have said something and Riley would have had no problem stopping, but the squib was a temptation for Jude and why not?, it was fun to feel that someone had some kind of interest in her, even if it was simply a physical attraction. So with a little more confidence —which was not something that Jude lacked normally— she felt one of her hands explore the inside of the young teacher's sweater, who shivered under the coldness of her skin but without uttering any kind of complaint.

The soft moans that escaped her mouth when Jude's lips settled where they shouldn't be were repeated every other time that week, but neither of them dared take it further. On Riley's part, the justification was clear: she was her teacher and should be nothing more, but she was surprised by how little ability she had to resist the charms of the Slytherin; while Jude was more hesitant —she would have had no problem finishing the job, but there was something about her that didn't dare take that step.

Of course, when the scheduled sessions came, nothing out of the ordinary happened. The three of them just sat in a small circle —practically undressing the girl in front of Ginny would have been a bit awkward— chatting about how the day had gone, and the truth was that Riley was right: Jude was beginning to make progress. So much was it that it even surprised Ginny, who wasn't used to hearing the Slytherin's voice for so long for years.

This had been a clear problem for Ginny: she was sexually frustrated. She had long felt that her relationship with Dean was going nowhere, and seeing the hottest version of Jude Travers had awakened feelings in her that she thought she had buried deep inside her. She found herself eyeing her in a cheeky way, eager to hear her raspy voice, feel those dark eyes on her that would not let her sleep, and she remembered how her lips had once felt on hers.

So that night she went to Dean at the same time that Jude was leaving Riley's room.

Yes, it was clear to her that an implicit rule in this strange relationship was just to have a good time, but even so she was worried that Riley would begin to assume something else, because the conversation would be a bit awkward and Jude was not prepared for that. She had been controlling and suppressing her feelings for years, so she would have no problem following the motto of "no strings attached," but she didn't want to mistake the teacher for something she wasn't.

She expected to be alone in the common room when she returned, but her wishes were cut short by Blaise's presence. He was sitting around one of the tables, with a huge book in front of him and his arms crossed on the table, as if he were waiting for her. "I was waiting for you," Jude almost rolled her eyes at the coincidence.

"Want to tuck me in?"

Blaise's face didn't waver at the girl's ironic proposal. He just gently pushed the large tome in front of him. "I got you something. I pushed my luck again tonight and luckily McGonagall wasn't there to catch me redhanded. This is what you asked for, right?"

With a more serious demeanor, Jude leaned over to see the book's title, and fought not to open her eyes wide. She looked at Blaise. "You didn't have to do this."

"You asked for it, you got it," Blaise clicked his tongue. "I know we said no questions, so I won't ask where you come from this late or why you want this prophecies book. But you can come to me whenever you like. Good night, Jude."