Open Post: Hogsmeade

[courageous_wit]

[it's Saturday, so it's time to kick back and enjoy the lovely sights of Hogsmeade. Have a drink at the Three Broomsticks, grab some sweets from Honeydukes, or dare to check out the famously haunted Shrieking Shack! Just kick back and enjoy yourselves today!

This is technically only open to third years and above, but if you can sneak out without teachers noticing more power to you!]

[Three Broomsticks | Honeydukes | Zonko’s Joke Shop | Hog’s Head | Shrieking Shack | and feel free to make own sections!]

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[molotov]

[Molotov, being smarter than Brock, has already paid for her candies. She glares at him as he stalks off, then lingers just long enough for him to see her leave.]

[samson]

[Then why was she walking around the store with already-bought candies!!!! That's not smart at all, wow.

Brock glares at her as she exits, then spends a few more minutes milling around the shop, browsing for anything he may have forgotten.

Of course, he doesn't want anything else (he doesn't even want what he's holding), so he moseys on out and casually strolls around the back of the building.]

[molotov]

[It was the last box! And Molotov actually likes them, imagine that. Buying candy you enjoy eating.

Anyway, coincidence of coincidences, she also happens to be in back of the building! Reading the ingredients on the back of this candy box.]

[samson]

[Brock just tosses the candy over his shoulder like a boss, then strolls on over to her, hands in his pockets.] Hey.

[molotov]

[Molotov frowns, because she actually likes Peppermint Toads, and probably would have taken them off his hands, but then looks back at him.] Hey.

[samson]

[He bends down to kiss her gently on the mouth, then stands straight again.] What's up? Did you see the match yesterday?

[molotov]

Da, that must have been terribly embarrassing for Gryffindor. [Her tone indicates that she maybe thinks this is funny.] We should go somewhere. I have to talk to you, but I want to have sex first.

[samson]

Yeah, it's bullshit that we lost. At least I took out a bunch of guys. I think I broke one kid's arm. [His tone indicates that he's pretty pleased about that last bit! But anyway...]

Yeah? Like where?

[molotov]

Come on.

[She pushes off the wall and heads away from the main street, to where it's quieter and a bit more residential. She hops a low fence and, in the backyard of someone's cottage, opens a shed. With the door held open, she gestures him inside.]

[samson]

[A normal person would probably be somewhat reluctant to fuck in a stranger's back garden, but Brock doesn't really care. The threat of getting caught just makes it more exciting! So he follows her over the fence and into the shed, already working on his belt buckle.]

What do you wanna talk about?

[molotov]

[They're not even home! Brock just can't shriek like a maniac, he'll have to bite his damn tongue. Molotov closes the door behind him, then shimmies out of her panties, leaving her skirt on.]

Just some things. Come on.

whoops nsfw from here down if anybody's reading this

[samson]

[But he likes to shriek like a maniac! That's his thing.

Brock is kind of curious about what she wants to talk about, but whatever, she doesn't have panties. That's more important. Brock comes over to her and unbuttons his trousers, quickly casting a condom charm grabbing her face with his other hand to kiss her.]

[molotov]

[Look, he needs to be aware that, if his screaming gets them caught, Molotov will definitely throw him to any wolves that come from it.

Molotov just kisses back hard, and shoves one hand down the front of his trousers, gripping him through his underpants.]

[samson]

[Well gee, what a loving girlfriend she is. Molotov needs to sack up and tell people to screw off about what they think of her!

Brock grunts quietly into her mouth, pushing his hips into her hand and taking hold of the other side of her face.]

[molotov]

[Hey, that's just what he gets for picking a Slytherin lady! Maybe you should have chosen a Hufflepuff, Samson -- I hear Mabel is still available.

She works at him for a few moments, her hand sliding up and down, though she deliberately never goes beneath his briefs.]

[samson]

[Maybe she should get over her dumb house prejudices! It won't matter once they graduate, anyway. (Plus Hufflepuff is dumb.)

Brock eventually rolls his eyes and breaks away from her mouth, tilting down to kiss her neck instead.] You're teasing again.

[molotov]

[It isn't house prejudices, it's inborn traits! Molotov is a Slytherin through and through, she is all about the self-preservation.

With a smirk, she gives him a squeeze and then takes her hand away altogether.] It's fun.

[samson]

[That's dumb. You're dumb. Slytherins are dumb!!!

Brock snorts and bites down gently on her neck, sucking at the skin for just a moment. He knows he's not supposed to leave any marks where people can see, but it's hard. What's also hard is his penis, meanwhile.] Not as fun the alternative.

[molotov]

Fun for you. Figure out something fun for both of us.

[She does gently push his head away, though.]

[samson]

[He rests his forehead on her neck for a second, then pulls back to look around the shed. There are some barrels in here, so he nudges her that way, leaning back in to kiss her and snaking his hand down to grab her ass.]

[molotov]

[Molotov allows herself to be herded, closing her eyes as she kisses back. Her hands are on his chest, gripping at his shirt.]

[samson]

[Once they're over there, Brock grabs her by the hips and hoists her up onto the barrels to sit, immediately sliding his hand up under her skirt.]

[molotov]

[She gasps and writhes when he does that, locking her arms around his neck and squeezing his sides with her knees.]

im tagging on my phone so this is pretty much teen icon roulette now

[samson]

[He laughs quietly at her reaction, gently stroking at her as he takes his mouth away.] You're so funny.

[molotov]

[With a growl and a catlike arch, Molotov glares at him.] I'm not funny, don't say that.