Right on Time (Clock Tower - Cassidy & Josh - Language Warning)

'Sunday, eight PM at the Clock Tower' he had told her. She wasn't entirely sure why, no, she was never entirely sure around him, but she couldn't leave him hanging. She had done his homework to the best of her ability, and yet she still felt unsatisfied with the work she had completed. It was a difficult task, writing six scrolls when she didn't even do the subject (not had she ever studied Alchemy), and it had taken quite a lot of precious time away from her own studies. Still, she had found the research to be an interesting challenge.

She had made her way up the steps to the Clock Tower, where Josh was to meet her, clutching the rolls of parchment in her hand. She had to admit to herself (not to him) that she was actually both interested and curious to see him again. "Hello?" she called out, not noticing him in the corner of the room.

"Hello, Young."

"Shit," she jumped at his voice, and the feeling of his lips upon her neck. Why'd he have to do that? He seemed to know the things that made her tick, that made her weak to the knees and the butterflies awaken in her stomach.

"I believe these are mine."

She felt his hands snake down her arms, for the parchment in her hand, and she let him take it. She had come to realise that Josh was very 'straight to business' when it came to these sorts of things "They are," she murmured in response "You know it took ages to find the info," she added.

"Which means you want a reward... Does here suit you, Young?"

She tilted her head to the side a little, as if considering. He appeared to be eager to give her her 'reward'. It was his voice that gave that appearance. It was light and sultry and seductive, and very... persuasive "Well," she said "I'm not sure it suits me here. But you chose this place for some reason... Right?" she replied. She wanted him to know fully that she had some sort of control over herself. Because she'd had the impression, after that day he'd left her with his work at the library, that she'd lost control. And she didn't like that feeling one bit.

"And I'm very proud of you."

"I wouldn't speak of pride so soon," she replied softly "Haven't I told you how crap I am at writing things like that?" she said. She still maintained that he wouldn't be happy at all, once he realised the mark he'd get for the task. Even with her own work, as hard as she tried, her results were never as good as she wanted them to be.

"I chose a place to give us privacy... Is that not what you want?"

He'd moved in front of her and pulled her closer to him. And she didn't resist, because she didn't particularly want to resist "Of course I want privacy..." she replied "But," she pulled her arms around his neck, to pull herself closer to him "I just thought maybe somewhere cosier would be better. It's just a little bit cold, you know," she replied.

"It'll be fine."

Cass didn't bother to go on. She didn't particularly want to dwell on school work for the moment. She felt that right now, with the amount of work she was getting and all the classes she'd taken, was enough to overwhelm her. It just wasn't the time to think of it. She saw the smirk appear on Josh's lips, and couldn't help herself but let a coy smile creep onto hers.

"What do you need cosy for?"

And with that he kissed her. And she kissed him back too, softly and gently. She figured this time, she wanted to do it properly. As thrilling as it had been by the lake, she wanted proper. After a few moments in the kiss, she pulled back "Cosy's nice." she said "It's not comfortable on the cold, hard ground, I'd imagine," she added.

She frowned slightly at his groan when she pulled away. Was it really that bad that she just didn't want to do anything here? She didn't think so. Why did guys have to be so impatient with these things?

"Okay, not here... I have patrol duty with one of the Ravenclaws on Wednesday up by the Gryffindor common room. I'll come to you."

She felt strangely satisfied he had listened to her, seeming to be considerate of her. That was a good feeling "Don't let me distract from your duties," she replied to him "But I guess if you really would like to..." she added and smirked "You just need to make sure no one hears,"

And then he kissed her again. And Cassidy noted the difference between the others. It had something different about it, something added. Not passion, but strength, strangely enough. It felt stronger than the others. Perhaps he did want her, and perhaps this time, he wasn't going to leave as soon as they were finished.

"I want you to bring me something though, Young. For that effort. Do you think you can do that for me?"

"Well, that depends on what you want me to bring for you," she replied "If it's more homework you want me to do, the answer's 'no'."

"After my duties, Young, I'm not quite that neglectful."

"That's apparent," she replied to him. She listened as he stated (directly and straight to the point) that he'd use a silencing charm. She didn't inquire as to how he'd got past the girl's dormitory steps, obviously he already knew. That was evident. He was a smart boy, really. And in that way, Cass sort of admired him. She could only wish to have his sort of intelligence. She'd always been a bit too trusting.

"The sword of Gryffindor."

"Wait-" but he had already cut her off and gone on to explain.

"It's in the Headmaster's Office, I know. But I just wanted to see it for myself. I can't wield it, but you can... Just hide it in your trunk until I come to you. You can do that, right?"

She couldn't help but feel something was off. If he just wanted to 'see it for himself', he wouldn't need her to take it for him. There was definitely something else "Why?" she asked "Why do I need to hide it in my trunk for you? What do you want it for?"

"You're so distrusting, Young."

When he kissed her, she naturally followed his lead "Well," she mumbled "It's just a little bit suss when someone asks you to get a sword from the headmaster's office for them,"

"I just want to see it, nothing more... The Headmaster and I don't see eye to eye. But you can make that happen for me, Young. I have every faith in you to be able to."

Again, with the faith. For someone appearing to be so logical the whole time, Josh spoke of an awful lot of faith. Particularly faith in her. Cassidy wasn't exceptional. She knew that herself, and was strangely alright with being ordinary. So, the question was, why on earth was Josh Murray, a prefect who was 'practically perfect', so trusting in a girl like her. Funnily enough, that niggling at the back of her mind, hadn't stopped. But she had made a point of ignoring that. The amount of times she'd relied on it and been wrong was astounding. "Fine. If you only want to see it, I'll-I'll get it for you, okay?"

And then he kissed her again and stepped away. And the look on his face bought butterflies back to her stomach. It made a girl feel special, having someone look at you with, what was it exactly?, a mixture of lust and also a need. She was sure he wanted her, and she liked being wanted.

"Wednesday."

She nodded "Wednesday," she confirmed before he disappeared back into the shadows. She composed her self a little before she turned and walked out of the room, her mind reeling with the thought of him, and forming plans on how she'd retrieve the Sword of Gryffindor.