HP Dual Masters and I had a blast in Hogwarts.

Chapter 298 Ate the Little Drunken Cat

When I let go of him, his eyes were moist and flushed, and his breath was still hot.

Theodore raised his hand to lightly touch the corner of his lips, as if still savoring the kiss that carried the scent of the night, but the tips of his ears were so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

The wind outside the tower carried the fragrance of flowers past the window. I took his slightly cool hand in mine, and the moment our fingers intertwined, he instinctively flinched, but quickly gripped mine back.

We descended the stairs, our shadows mingling in the moonlight. The stone steps rustled softly beneath our feet, like the sound of a heartbeat echoing in the empty corridor.

The serpentine door of the Slytherin common room gleamed in the shadows. I whispered the password to pass through, and as I turned the brass handle in my palm, Theodore suddenly grabbed my sleeve.

"Wait a little longer." He lowered his eyelashes, his voice as soft as if afraid to disturb a fragile dream.

We stood leaning against the stone wall, the scent of cedar mixed with the aroma of grass wafting around us.

I reached out and brushed away the messy strands of hair from his forehead, my fingertips brushing against his burning cheeks, but he suddenly leaned in and buried his face in the crook of my neck.

"Want to come to my room?" I whispered in his ear.

Actually, I didn't really want things to progress this quickly. I was just asking him if he wanted to come to my dorm room for a bit.

His body tensed instantly, and his breath, buried in the crook of my neck, became hot and rapid.

Silence flowed between us for so long that I thought my abrupt suggestion had startled him. Just as I was about to speak to make amends, Theodore suddenly gripped the back of my collar, his knuckles turning white from the force.

"Do you know what you're saying?" His voice was terribly hoarse, and his warm breath brushed against my collarbone, like a warning of some kind of danger.

I could feel his chest heaving violently against me, and the sound of his heartbeat made my palms go numb.

My Adam's apple bobbed, and I gently patted his back. "I just wanted to spend more time with you, to chat." I tilted my head and rubbed against the crown of his head. "If you don't want to go, that's okay too, I..."

"I'll go." He suddenly interrupted me, his voice muffled as if it were being squeezed out from deep within his chest.

When he looked up, his eyes were surprisingly bright, though the reddened corners held a stubborn, defiant air of "what's the use of trying?" "But if someone finds out..."

"We won't be discovered." I smiled and gently pinched his burning nose, then took his hand and led him to the other side of the corridor.

As we passed the tapestry, he suddenly grabbed me and pulled me into the shadows, looking around warily. His expression, as if facing a formidable enemy, almost made me burst out laughing, so I could only bite his scarf to cover it up.

The moment I led him through the dormitory door, Theodore was still nervously tugging at his sleeve.

I used my wand to light the oil lamp on the table, illuminating his tense profile.

I casually cast a soundproof spell, locked the door behind me, and as I turned around, I met his somewhat bewildered gaze.

“Sit here.” I smiled and pulled him to sit on the sofa, tossing him a blanket. “Want some butterbeer? I’ve secretly hidden a few.” He didn’t take it, but just wrapped himself in the blanket like a curled-up cat, his ear tip subtly turning towards me.

I smiled and handed him the wine, watching his lips glisten under the light as he took a small sip, and suddenly I felt that this was just right.

There's no need to rush anything. Just quietly having drinks together, listening to him occasionally complain about his divination assignments, and feeling his body heat as he slowly relaxes is enough.

After downing half a bottle of butterbeer, Theodore's eyelashes started to flutter uncontrollably.

He leaned his head against the sofa armrest, his cheeks flushed with a delicate pink like cherry blossoms. His usually cold and aloof features were now shrouded in a hazy intoxication, like moonlight scattered among cedar trees.

“The crystal ball in the divination class…can’t see the future at all.” He suddenly mumbled incoherently, his fingertips unconsciously clutching the edge of the blanket. “I can only see…see you…” The last syllable lingered in the air like melted toffee.

I leaned closer to hear him, but he suddenly reached out and hooked my collar with his hand, his warm breath brushing against my ear: "Your scent... is even better than cedarwood."

The glass clinked softly on the coffee table, and I reached out to steady his swaying body.

Theodore leaned into my arms, his nose brushing against my collarbone, his sigh, tinged with the smell of alcohol, breaking the silence of the room.

His loose strands of hair brushed against my wrist, tickling me and making my throat tighten. But then I saw him suddenly tilt his head back, his pupils sparkling with tiny starlight.

"Don't laugh." He raised his hand to cover my mouth, his fingertips were surprisingly cold. "If you laugh... I'll..." Before he could finish speaking, he went limp again, curling up like a sleepy cat, his head resting on my lap, his eyelashes casting trembling butterfly shadows under his eyes.

I looked at his reddened ear tips and slightly parted lips, and gently brushed away his sweaty hair.

In his drunken state, Theodore shed his usual aloofness, even his breathing carried a touch of coquettishness, his warm breath brushing against the back of my hand, stirring an irresistible itch within me.

"Little drunkard," I murmured softly, my fingertips tracing his brow bone and bridge of his nose.

He suddenly grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his arms, burying his face in my palm and nuzzling against me. His mumbled, indistinct words, tinged with the scent of alcohol, drifted out: "Don't go..."

My heart skipped a beat, and he pulled me down onto the sofa.

Theodore immediately wrapped himself around me like a vine, his cedar-scented body pressed tightly against me, his breath burning against my neck.

His eyelashes brushed against the inside of my wrist, and a tingling, itchy sensation crept up my veins and into my heart. My original thought of simply wanting to stay quietly by his side shattered into dust in his unconscious dependence on me.

"I'm not leaving." I tucked a stray strand of his hair behind my ear, but he bit my fingertip.

Theodore hummed indistinctly, his canines gently grinding against my skin. As the warm, moist sensation washed over me, I heard my own heart pounding so hard it hurt my eardrums.

He tilted his head back, his eyes, hazy with drunkenness and glistening with tears, his lips slightly parted, as if waiting for something.

My Adam's apple bobbed as I swallowed all my reason, and I lowered my head to kiss those lips that smelled sweet with butter and beer.

Theodore let out a kitten-like whimper, wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled me closer, his eyelashes fluttering across my cheeks.

His kiss was awkward yet passionate, driven by an uncontrollable instinct. As his tongue clumsily probed inside, I tasted the lingering aroma of malt between his lips and teeth.

The sofa beneath me creaked under the weight, and Theodore suddenly rolled over and pinned me to the cushions.

The light fell on his reddened eyes and disheveled hair, and his usually cool gray eyes were now misty with desire.

"You're so hot," he murmured, unbuttoning my collar and pressing his burning hands against my chest. "Hotter than a fireplace..."

I grabbed his restless wrist. "Little Theo, you'd better think this through~ oh~"

He trembled at my call, his gray eyes misted even more, but his fingers stubbornly continued to unbutton his shirt.

His warm breath brushed against the hollow of my collarbone, and his voice, tinged with the smell of alcohol, was hoarse: "I'm perfectly sober." As he spoke, he suddenly lowered his head and gently ground his canine teeth against my Adam's apple, the action carrying the air of a predator, a stark contrast to his usual aloof demeanor.

I let out a low laugh and took the initiative, flipping him over and pinning him down.

Theodore looked up at me, his eyes burning with desire, his flushed cheeks glistening with moisture, making him look incredibly alluring.

I leaned down and bit his lower lip, mumbling, "Don't regret it when you're sober tomorrow."

He wrapped his legs around my waist, hooked his fingers around my neck and pulled me down, breathing heavily in my ear: "I have no regrets."

I picked up my wand and tapped it lightly towards the oil lamp. The light in the room dimmed, but it didn't go out completely.

The dim light shone on his glossy skin. At this moment, Theodore had shed his usual aloofness and restraint, like a small animal that had been awakened, making no attempt to hide his desire.

Clothes slipped off one by one and scattered on the carpet.

I looked at the person beneath me, my heart pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of my chest.

Theodore reached out and stroked my back, his fingertips igniting a scorching flame wherever they touched.

He suddenly chuckled softly, his drunken voice carrying a seductive undertone: "What are you waiting for?"

During his proactive kiss, her last shred of reason crumbled.

The moonlight outside the window was still gentle, but it couldn't penetrate this corner filled with desire. Only their intertwined breaths and burning heat completely overwhelmed them.