a n t o n (antonins) wrote in valesco,
@ 2008-06-20 17:29:00

Entry tags:

Greta
Who: Antonin Dolohov and Greta Catchlove
What: Train...stuff
Where: Sooper sekrit hideout on the Hogwarts Express
Status: Comments!

Antonin pressed back into the seat of the compartment, eying his journal carefully as he waited for maybe another comment--or, Greta would simply understand his clues and that would be that. He'd pinned here for a smart girl (at least the smarter of the Catchlove duo, up the duff in school, fucking idiot--) and didn't have much doubt that she'd follow his lead to the tee. The candy trolley was stored in a small room at the front of the train, and with the amount of students who were hyper for the summer, it was no doubt that the cart pusher was going to be out for a long time, leaving the storage room empty.

Of course, that didn't mean anything to Antonin at the moment.

He'd seated himself with some sixth years he didn't mind, but were too scared of him to annoy him with conversation, so they paid no attention to him as his eyes kept a close watch on the compartment door's window. It shouldn't take that long, he'd seen her and her friends enter a compartment just a bit further down when they'd boarded, so---ah. There. The flash of brown hair through the window made Antonin smirk, and he shut his journal with a crisp clasp and stuffed it far into his bag. With a threatening glare toward the sixth years, silent advice to not dare touch his belongings, Antonin stood and left the compartment with a snap. His eyes tore up and down the way, and he spotted the trolley stopped not too far away; they'd have a lot of time.

Without another thought he ducked into the trolley's storage room, shutting and locking the door with one quick swoop. Antonin grinned devilishly down at Greta before he grabbed the sides of her face and kissed her hard.

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catchthislove
2008-06-20 11:02 pm UTC (link)

Greta had wondered whether or not this really was a good idea--for approximately three seconds before she bit her lip and decided the hell with it all. With a muttered, unintelligible excuse to her friends, she made her way to the storage room, hoping she didn't inadvertently make a fool of herself. Being around him in any context made her act a little like a brazen loon and she already wasn't acting like herself because of the end of school.

She didn't have to wait long once she got there. In fact, his sudden appearance gave Greta the sneaking suspicion he'd clearly been waiting for her to actually get to the meeting spot before making himself known. About to call him on it, she made to turn around and make some of the preliminary snide comments that preceded nearly every meeting of theirs.

But when she turned around, she wasn't expecting him to be that close to her, and she definitely wasn't expecting him to kiss her that hard. Then again, Antonin always managed to surprise her like that. Caught slightly off guard, she leaned against the wall for support and thoroughly kissed him back before pulling away a little.

"What took you so long, Chuckles?" she grinned, voice a bit breathless.

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antonins
2008-06-20 11:29 pm UTC (link)

"I hate that bloody nickname," he grumbled with a grin into her neck, pulling up quickly to send something of a wink at her before roughly kissing her again.

This...had started randomly one week, about--three weeks, three weeks it was. It was when the Gryffindors had the weird hexes going on with them (he and Emmeline had just shared a look in Arthimancy and laughed and laughed), and Antonin had been in a particularly snarky mood. Capturing Greta in an empty corridor he'd teased and taunted her, but surprisingly this tiny Gryffindor had some clever and biting remarks to shoot back at him and---well. They'd just started snogging behind some tapestry.

He doesn't really remember the details.

Basically, they were both stressed from N.E.W.T.s and needed to relax. A good snog tended to cross House lines and Antonin had no problem ignoring she was a Gryffindor when they were in ah--tight, close spaces like this. Of course, he'd never bring it up in public--well, maybe he would. He honestly did not give a shit about about 99% of the Hogwarts population, and now that they were out of school---

Well, again, he really doesn't think about details, let alone the future. Which stuck him in the sticky position of not having a fucking job to start now that school was done, but. There were more urgent things at a more literal hand to take care of.

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catchthislove
2008-06-21 12:14 am UTC (link)

"It's your own fault," she gasped, giggling as he did something pretty spectacular to her neck. "So you really only have yourself to blame." Greta wished that had come out fluidly in one smug, self-sure sentence, but it was regrettably punctured by an assortment of gasps, hitched laughs, and a couple of sighs. So much for not acting like a brazen loon.

Taking a couple minutes to see if she could duplicate that rather exciting neck technique on him, she wondered with a bit sardonic amusement why they always seemed to end up in dark spaces like these, basically clawing at each other. Greta would've thought that sticking a Slytherin and a Gryffindor in the same tiny space would've led to a huge explosion, but it didn't. Maybe if they had bigger spaces there'd be more room to explode, so they didn't have any choice but to contain it. Although she couldn't say that there were no fireworks involved in snogging him, she smirked to herself.

"What if she runs out of supplies with the trolley! How much trouble do you think graduated students sneaking in here for a little lip-to-lip get in?"

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antonins
2008-06-22 06:14 pm UTC (link)

She was talking far too much. Why was she still talking? They snogged, they didn't talk--

Fine.

Antonin pulled back, hands pressed above her head against the wall of the small room as he looked down to examine her. Was she actually concerned or was she just trying to make this difficult? Because really, it could go either way with Greta, he'd come to find. If anything, she was amusing, and not a nitwit like the rest of the Hogwarts population seemed to be. It was almost a shame that once they got off this train they'd probably never see each other again, but then Antonin was quickly reminded that he simply did not care for her other than her rather good snogging abilities.

"They'll throw us off the train and we'll plummet to our deaths in the great valleys and hills of Scotland," Antonin drawled, expression not changing from his mild annoyance at being stopped. He leaned down close, chin ducked low to capture her gaze with his. "Now do you want to waste all our time talking or do you want to finish this?"

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catchthislove
2008-06-22 06:48 pm UTC (link)

She sighed dramatically. "No, you're right, entirely too much talking." And pulled his head down the short distance between their mouths.

This added to the bittersweet turnings of leaving school; no more classes, but no more friends on a daily basis. The chance to grow up, but having to do it all on your own. And Greta didn't really think she'd find someone so willing to lock lips with her for quite a while and it almost hurt that this was probably the last time they'd ever do this. Not that he really even cared for her in the slightest, she presumed, and she couldn't really say that it hurt or that she was surprised.

Although the thought of plummeting to any sort of death, even in jest, turned her stomach slightly, so she just kissed him harder.

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