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"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.
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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