Alicia was still seething about the little fireworks display after she and Dean had seen Angie home. The whole world is bloody insane. She nearly growled at one of her busybody neighbours who peered out from behind her curtains with raised eyebrows. I don't care if your husband is a boring lay. Go have sex with him and stop prying into my life, you old biddy. The voice in her head snarled, and she unlocked her door. "Come in," she said to Dean, "I could use a drink after tonight and I'm sure you could too." She slid the wings of her costume off and looked at them in disgust. "They got broken in that panic." She sighed and took off her shoes. "Dean, I'm going to change into my pajamas, can you unzip me?"

"Sure." Dean walked over and pulled the zipper down to the small of her back. "There you go," he said a bit huskily, suddenly very aware of how close he was standing to a beautiful, half-dressed woman.

Clearing his throat, Dean took a step back. "I'm just glad that your wings were the only thing that got crushed. Gods, what a mob! I think we got out of there just in time." Unlacing his leather tunic, he said, "If you'll tell me where everything is, I'll get the drinks while you change."

"Thanks Dean. Same cupboard as always, right beside the fridge. I'll have one of the stouts from the fridge though, please." Alicia smiled at her friend, her anger ebbing a bit now that she was safe in her own home. It took her little to no time to shimmy out of her costume and hang it up, leaving the jersey Cormac had given her in favor of her comfortable one she'd nicked from Oliver. Sighing, she pulled her hair up into a pony tail and slipped to the bathroom to wash the slight amount of makeup off. "Much better," she said to her reflection, and went to rejoin Dean in the kitchen. Grabbing her stout from him, she grinned. "Let's go to the sitting room. I'll make a fire, and we'll chat, mmm? Unwind after this craziness."
Without waiting for an answer, she strode off, and knelt in front of the fireplace, preparing the logs.

I'm not sure if this is better or worse, Dean thought as his gaze was drawn to the expanse of toned leg on display. As Alicia got the fire going, she was suddenly kneeling within a flickering halo of light. It should be criminal to look as good as she does right now. Itching for a brush, Dean's hands twitched... along with other parts of him. Damnit, Thomas. Do not go there.

Reluctantly looking away, Dean shrugged out of his tunic and untucked the blousy shirt underneath. Heaving a relieved sigh, he unbuckled his sword belt before finally sprawling on the couch. "Ahhh! That feels better. That thing was killing me," he said, pointing at the tunic. "I have no idea how women put up with corsets, but they definitely have my sympathy now." Dean took a sip of his stout and asked, "Do you want to talk about what happened tonight?"

Alicia sat down beside him and tucked her legs up underneath herself. "Which part of what happened tonight? You and Angie made a helluva team up on that stage, Mr. Thomas." She sighed. "The fireworks, they just made me mad, mostly. Was it someone's idea of a joke? Was it a recruiting tool?" She laughed a bit, "Or maybe you want to talk about running into Cormac. I lost my cool a bit with the girl, and I know it. She seemed rather intrigued by you though, Dean. Thinking of looking her up?"

"Only to see if she was serious about sitting for me," Dean said laughingly. "Even if I were interested in anything else, can you imagine her lowering herself?" Shaking his head, Dean chuckled. "As far as McLaggen goes, I certainly can't criticize - that bloke can cheese me off just by breathing."

"I don't know what that whole fireworks thing was about, but it worries me. It feels like something is coming - like that sudden chill before winter sets in." Suppressing a shiver, Dean said softly, "I'd hoped that sort of thing was behind us. Guess not, eh?"

"I know, Dean, trust me, I know." She sipped her drink, and spluttered a bit as his comment about Pansy registered. "Dean Thomas, Pansy Parkinson would be damn lucky to land a guy like you, and I daresay she knows it. Lowering herself, indeed. No more talk like that. Especially since her taste seems to mirror my own as far as men, what with you and Cormac. And we all know I have impeccable taste." She bit her lip suddenly, realizing that she had just admitted that she was still interested in him physically. Maybe he won't catch that. I mean, I know that I'm not looking for a relationship, but Dean is such an honorable guy. He'd feel obligated to do or say something to make sure I wouldn't get hurt. "And you're a hell of a good kisser on top of all those good looks," she added, trying to keep from eying the way he looked all tousled. It had been a bad day all around. Surely that was why she wanted to pin him to the couch and shag him, she just had extra energy to be worked off. That and he's nearly edible. Memories of how his lips had felt on hers in Cormac's office, and more recently, how his lips had felt on her neck, pressing hot kisses behind her ear, surfaced, and she couldn't seem to quash them. She bit her tongue to stop herself from moaning aloud, her eyes clouding suddenly. This is so not good. I really mustn't get caught up in anything right now, I need to focus on Quidditch. Cormac is more than enough of a distraction. Although, who knows if he'll speak to me again after I was so rude to his date... Maybe I should apologize to the both of them.

Alicia was wreaking absolute havoc on Dean's nerves. Thoughts of lips, skin and inappropriately placed hand flooded his mind. Why did she have to bring up the kissing? Dean groaned mentally as he tried to hide his increasingly obvious reaction. Damned baggy pantaloons. At this rate, it's going to look like the circus came to town. He tried staring into the fire to distract himself, but he found himself sneaking glances at her out of the corner of his eye. Her jersey had started to ride up, bunching around her hips, and Dean's mind nearly shut down as he saw the leg of her knickers peeking out from underneath.

Taking a ragged breath, Dean desperately tried to find a safe topic of conversation. Angelina! Perfect! They'd talk about Angelina's set, and their duet, and there would be no more talk about kissing or knickers or sexy Quidditch jerseys or... "You're not exactly pants with the snogging, love," he blurted. "And the way you fill out that jersey's a bit of all right as well." Dean blinked. What the hell? His eyes widened as what he'd said registered in his mind.

Doomed. I'm so fucking doomed.

Alicia hoped that the blush painting across her face would be hidden in the flickering of the fire. She wasn't used to getting such blatant compliments form someone she'd known forever, who knew most of her faults. She knew Dean wasn't teasing, at this point, and wasn't quite sure of what to do. She saw the shock register in his eyes, however, and her thoughts shifted to making him feel better about what he'd said. Leaning closer, her mouth brushed close to his ear and she whispered, "Don't worry Dean, we've both made slips of the tongue. I won't hold it against you. It's perfectly natural, I think, to say things that otherwise wouldn't get said, in the face of what happened tonight."

The heat of Alicia's breath on his neck was driving Dean mad. He couldn't seem to catch his breath. Hanging onto control by his fingernails, he turned to Alicia and murmured, "And doing things that otherwise wouldn't be done? Is that natural? Are we allowed to let those slip?" Dean closed his eyes. "If not, I... I need to go. Now, before I-"

Alicia couldn't have said, later, what prompted her to do it, but instead of listening to him finish, she pressed her lips to his. "Shut up, Dean Thomas, and kiss me," she said, pulling back to look him in the eyes, her own clouded with desire. Smiling at him, she lowered her lips back down to his, kneeling beside him.

As he began kissing her, a portion of his mind was dimly aware that this was the result of fear, adrenaline and lust, and that acting on it might not be the best idea. The rest of him, the parts of himself that he tended to ignore, was reveling in this. It wanted to bask in the heat and passion that was Ali, at least for a little while. Ali gave a little whimper as he pulled her against him, and he was lost.

Alicia moaned as Dean nipped lightly at her bottom lip, and slid his tongue along it. She opened her mouth to allow him entry, and her fingers played with the hem of his un-tucked shirt. She broke their kiss to trace from his collarbone to behind his ear with light, wet kisses, blowing softly along the trail she'd left, smiling at the gooseflesh that appeared.

Dean shivered as he placed a wet, nibbling kiss on Alicia's neck where it met the collarbone. One hand fisted itself in her jersey as he began to pull her into his lap, while the other grasped her thigh and pulled it until they were face to face, with Ali astride his hips. Sweet Circe! he thought as he dragged her down for another kiss, his hands gliding up her thighs to grasp her hips.

Alicia couldn't help it, when his hands reached her hips she wriggled a bit. "That tickles," she laughed, drawing his shirt up and over his head. She rested her hands on the planes of his chest and leaned in for another kiss. "Merlin, Dean," she murmured against his mouth, nerves all tingling. Moving her bum so that she was more fully pressed against him she found herself grinding into him. She nipped at his bottom lip, and then dragged her tongue over it in an attempt to soothe what pain she might have caused.

Dean moaned into Alicia's mouth as they fell into another open-mouthed kiss. His breath hitched as Aicia ground into him, and he couldn't stop his hips bucking a little in response. His hands slid down her hips to her thighs, delighting in the feeling of skin beneath his fingers, then back up to her bum. After a quick caress Dean finally ran his hands underneath her top. His fingers whisper-soft against Ali's skin, they ghosted across her belly, along her sides and up to her shoulders.

Shivering under Dean's caress, Alicia sat back and removed her jersey. Smiling softly at the man underneath her, she asked, "Was that too forward?" A smirk traipsed across her face and she stood. "I would rather ravish you in my bed, Dean, if that's alright with you." She walked towards the bedroom, pulling her hair free of it's elastic and allowing it to fall, trusting him to follow. Reaching her bed, she sat on the end of it, waiting for him.

Dean hastily toed off his boots and shucked the rest of his costume, leaving him in his boxers as he made his way to the bedroom. His breath caught in his chest as he stood frozen in the doorway, staring at the scene before him.

Ali was sitting on the edge of a four-poster bed that looked as if it had been lifted from the pages of some bodice-ripping romance novel. So beautiful, he thought as he let his gaze travel slowly over her, burning every curve and plane of her into his memory. He slowly began to make his way to her, his eyes smouldering.

Alicia bit her lip. Dean had a look upon his face that she could only describe as... predatory, and a shiver of excitement seared through her as she recognized the intensity behind his gaze. "Like what you see?" She asked, smiling at him as he came to stand in front of her. I know I do, she thought, raking her eyes over his body. He was fit, and she sucked in an appreciative breath when he leaned down to kiss her again.

Dean knelt at the edge of the bed, grateful for his height as he leaned in for another breath-stealing kiss. He began trailing little nibbling kisses across her jawline as his hand made slow circles at the base of her spine. Alicia moaned softly as Dean began a series of slow, wet kisses at the hollow of her throat, and his free hand began trailing along her ribs - almost, but never quite grazing the side of her breast - and her moan became a gasp when he finally took it into his hand.

Snaking her arm around his neck, Alicia arched into Dean's hand. Dear gods, she thought, her breath a hiss as he gently massaged her breast. Her free hand trailed up his side, her nails scraping slightly as she dragged it back down again. Biting her lip, she squirmed under his attentions, and let her head fall back. Everything was caught up in what he was doing to her, and she could feel the dampness of her knickers already. How often does that happen, she thought absently, knickers wet before anything's really gotten started. Merlin but he's good. Sighing, she pulled him in for another kiss, wanting his lips on hers again for a moment, before she completely surrendered to his lead.

Their tongues dueled for what seemed like an eternity before Dean began to kiss his way down her body once more, leaving a faint glistening trail of wetness behind before laying a kiss between Alicia's breasts. He gently rolled one nipple between thumb and forefinger as he began to lave the other with his tongue, and was rewarded by Alicia's hiccuping little gasp. His mouth closed over her, and Dean smiled against her skin as she arched into him. He began to gently worry the stiff little nub with lips, tongue and teeth as his hands began to explore her body. Eventually, he shifted his ministrations from one breast to the other and began his worship of Alicia's body anew.

Alicia was at a loss. Her body couldn't seem to connect with her mind enough to receive any one signal, and so she felt as if she was trying to go in about seven different directions at once. Leaning back on her hands, her head fell back, lost in the sensations. Arching again, she slid a leg up his, slipping her foot just inside the hem of his pants. She allowed her leg to glide back down, and bit her lip as he bit her nipple gently. "Yes..." Her voice was breathy, but she wanted to ensure he knew that she liked what he was doing to her. Oh Merlin. The extra little bit of roughness was exactly what she wanted, what she needed, and she loved that he seemed intent on finding all of her hidden erogenous zones. He had hit a few with his hands that she hadn't even been aware of. It was as if he was memorizing her, and she found herself wanting to be memorized.

His mouth still upon her breast, Dean reached between them to touch Alicia's sex. He cupped her, massaging her through her now-sodden knickers. She ground herself against his hand, keening softly. That is the most erotic thing I think I've ever heard, Dean thought as he heard Ali's high breathy moans.

With a final lick, Dean released Alicia's breast from his mouth. Grinning at her disappointed moan, he began kissing his way down her body. He could feel the muscles of her stomach flutter as he planted a wet, sucking kiss at her navel.

He hooked his fingers underneath the legs of her knickers and tugged them off, caressing her legs as he slowly slid them to the floor. Kissing the inside of her knee, he moved back between her thighs.

On his knees, he stared at her. Her outer lips were swollen and slightly red, and glistened with her excitement. She was positively drenched, and slick liquid dripped down the line of her sex and onto the bed.

Dean leaned forward and licked slowly up that line, savoring the taste of her.

Alicia went silent. Her face flushed. Her breath caught. Her whimpering ceased. Her whole body tensed. Dean's eyes looked up in anticipation.

Alicia shivered and uttered a guttural moan, her entire body seeming to vibrate with unreleased tension, until her hips bucked violently. Dean realized with a bit of awe that she'd just come.

Dean set to work in earnest, licking slowly around her thighs and swollen lips, careful not to probe deeper, teasing. He would only occasionally move to the top of her sex, at the stiff bud that peeked out, and kiss it softly before going on to tease her a bit more. Alicia was panting loudly now, breathily moaning his name. Dean smiled into her skin and put his arms around her thighs, his hands flat on her pelvis to still them, before digging his tongue deep into her folds, reveling in the rich flavor of her.

Alicia couldn't seem to catch her breath. The sensations were too much, and she could feel herself nearly ready to go over the edge again. Finally catching her breath, she hooked her hands onto his upper arms. "Dean. I need to feel you." Her voice came out husky, as she pleaded with him. "Plea-" Alicia's breath hitched.

She gave a hiccuping little gasp as she felt one of Dean's long fingers slowly enter her. "Like this?" he said as he stroked her, "Or maybe this.." Dean added another finger and began to increase his tempo. Alicia's only answer was a low growl. "I'll take that as a yes, " Dean said before resuming his assault on her sex, sucking on her clit while lashing it with his tongue, his fingers corkscrewing into her. Noting Alicia's increasingly desperate writhing, Dean decided to be merciful - for the moment, anyway - and slid his free hand up her body. As her moans became more forceful he roughly palmed her breast and tweaked the nipple forcefully. He added a third finger and after a few firm strokes, curled them upwards into her, massaging a certain rough bit of flesh, all the while frantically flicking his tongue across her button. As Alicia started over the edge once more, he lightly nipped the bundle of nerves under his mouth with his teeth. It wasn't hard enough enough to be painful, but it was more than enough to give her a jolt that sent her careening into her release.

Alicia couldn't breathe; she was sure she was dead, as she couldn't focus on anything. Her vision slowly returned to see Dean smiling as he leaned over her. Unhesitating, she pulled him down to her, tasting herself on his lips. She sucked in her breath as he positioned himself. "Dean," she moaned against his mouth, "the next time you take me over the edge, I want you to come with me."

Propping himself on his elbows, he let the rest of his body rest on top of her and groaned at the feel of her against him. Cradled between her thighs, and feeling the heat of her through the silk of his boxers, he took a ragged breath.

"I don't think that'll be a problem."

Alicia smiled as her hands drifted to his waistband. "I think it's time for these to go, hmm?" She pushed them down slightly, and watched as he deftly removed them completely. She sucked in her breath. He was magnificent. Using strength she was unaware of having in her present state she rolled them over so she was on top. "Mmm," she murmured, "now what should I do with you?" She let her breasts graze along his chest as she moved down along his body. Smiling at him, she licked at the glistening drop of pre-cum that adorned his erection. Then, using her hand to grip his base, she lowered her mouth upon him, her other hand exploring him. She found a rhythm that made him growl deep in his throat, and kept it up. Soon he was arching against her mouth, and she hummed in pleasure at his reaction. Abruptly, she stopped and climbed back up him, leaving small kisses and bites along the way. Using his chest to push herself back up, she was kneeling over him. Slowly, to the point of aching, she lowered herself. When the tip of him was inside her, she moved back up, repeating this a couple times, before lowering herself onto him fully in one motion. She gasped at the fullness, and leaned down to kiss him.

Dean's hands flexed spasmodically on Ali's hips as he was suddenly engulfed in liquid heat. As she leaned in, he reached up and fisted a hand into her hair, pulling her roughly to him. As he plundered her lips, his hips began to grind into hers.

Moaning against his mouth, Alicia matched his motions by grinding the opposite way. She was still getting used to the fullness of him inside her, and his hair-pulling was only increasing her pleasure. She bit his lip a bit harder than she'd intended, and her nails scraped the planes of his chest. Her body was tensing already, but she pushed down the urge to let go again, wanting to stay with him, like this, as long as possible.

"Sweet...fucking...Merlin!" Dean growled. He usually didn't like pain with his pleasure, but the roughness of this was just fueling him tonight. He pulled her up his body a bit to allow some room to move, and wrapped his free arm around her, holding her in place. Shifting until he was barely inside her, he paused for a moment before burying himself in her forcefully. And again. And again. Dean set a slow but intense rhythm and, for a time, the only sounds that existed in his world were Alicia's breathy moans and the soft rhythmic slapping as their bodies met.

The shift of control back into Dean's hands had come as a bit of a surprise to Alicia but she reveled in it. As he entered her fully, again and again, she could feel the tension building again. She was not going to be able to hold it back this time, and she gave over to the sensations. He's killing me. He is honestly trying to kill me. I swear... Her climax hit her like a wave as she clenched around him, thoughts broken. Calling out his name, her world exploded again.

As he felt Alicia begin to flutter around him, Dean rolled onto his side, still buried inside her. Reluctantly withdrawing himself from her, he rolled her onto her stomach and moved to lay atop her.

"Dean," She gasped, still shuddering her release. Thinking that she knew what he wanted, she tried to get her trembling arms and legs under her. "Just let me.."

"Shhh," He whispered as he kissed the nape of her neck. Grasping Ali's wrists, he pinned them on the bed above her head. Kneeing her thighs apart, he sheathed himself in her still-quivering core in one long, deliberate stroke. Ali's mouth opened in a silent scream as he hit that spot, and her waning orgasm crashed over her once more.

Oh, gods! She's going to be the death of me, Dean thought, gritting his teeth as he desperately sought control of himself. The sensation of Alicia's heat surrounding him was glorious torture. Not yet. Not...yet. Notyetnotyetnotyet, Dean chanted mentally. Eventually, he felt her begin to ease around him. Dean withdrew and slid slowly home again, and again - trying to prolong Alicia's orgasm without overwhelming her. Her garbled moans told him that it was working. How long they kept to this slow, torturous pace, Dean didn't know. Time seemed to slow, somehow, and everything - every stroke, every sigh, every shudder - blurred together, stretched into a blissful eternity.

Finally, feeling his own excitement beginning to reach a fever pitch, Dean turned a quivering Alicia under him until she was facing him. Their gazes met and locked for one exquisite moment until her eyes fluttered shut as he slid into her once more.

As all pretense of finesse fled in the face of the urgency building within him, Dean had only one thought, one desperate need - to give Alicia Spinnet a good, hard, no-frills fucking. Dean hooked his elbows under Alicia's thighs and fairly slammed himself into her.

Alicia couldn't think, couldn't breathe, and couldn't help moving in response to him. Her hips rose and bucked, meeting him with the same enthusiasm he was showing. She loved that he didn't treat her at all like a fragile doll, though she wouldn't think on that until much later. In the moment all she knew was that, for the first time, harder didn't even have to be spoken. Opening her eyes to see his face, she smiled. He was glorious, and for this moment, he was hers. "Come with me, Dean," she breathed, as he slammed into her again, and again.

"Yessss..." was Dean's only response Maintaining his furious, almost brutal pace, he freed one arm to cup her face as he bent to kiss her. As their tongues dueled his hand slid first to her breasts, roughly caressing and tweaking them, then snaked down to where their bodies met and began to rub circles across her clit with his thumb. Ali bit into his shoulder as she came, screaming her release into his skin. The combination of pleasure and pain was too much, and with a final thrust Dean was carried over the edge with her, spilling into her with a guttural moan.

Dean stilled, savoring the feeling of being in Ali - of being with her - for a long, languorous moment, before reluctantly withdrawing, still painfully hard. Laying down, he drew her to him.

Alicia snuggled into Dean, and pulled the covers around them, exhausted. "Well," she drawled, "that was... amazing. I think I shall keep you." She grinned at him, and kissed his cheek. "Sleep now," she murmured, and within seconds, Alicia's eyes were closed and she was asleep, her leg draping itself over his as she instinctively burrowed into his warmth.

She sighed contentedly in her sleep as Dean pressed a soft kiss to her temple. "Sleep well, love," he said as his fingertips began to trace circles on her back.

He chuckled softly. "Because if I have anything to say about it, you'll need your strength come morning," Dean murmured, giving her bum one last caress before succumbing to sleep himself.

Summary: Alicia is upset about the end of the evening at Hogsmeade. Dean makes it all better.