R a i n , rain go a w a y '' O P E N

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"Cyn, I'm going out with my friends," Cynthia heard her older sister call to her from the living room of their condo. She simply sighed to herself. Loneliness had plagued her since she left Beauxbatons for Hogwarts. Sure she would not be called a whore any longer but she missed her friends and her Professors. Perhaps I'll go out and meet some people, she thought, as she fiddled with the daisy that was pinned in her curled hair.

Cynthia's big doe, brown eyes scanned the papaya coloured room. She then looked down at her dark legs, and pressed her pink lips together thoughtfully, wondering exactly where she should go. She stood up, and changed into a soft green dress and put on some flats as she decided that she would just go for a walk around her new neighbourhood.

The brunette picked up her wand between her fingers, fiddling with it absentmindedly as she left her new condo. Only two short minutes into the lazy stroll Cynthia was enjoying it began to rain, and rain quite hard.

The Hufflepuff quickly ran into the first resturant their was by her, and smiled as she was greeted by the familiar scent of Firewhiskey and Butterbeer. Cynthia wiped away the water droplet's from her brow gently and walked into the bar. She did notice the people in the bar looked very different then she but did nothing about it. She was innocent and pure in appearance, and very beautiful while the seemingly regular costumars were haggard and dirty.

The thin sixteen year old began walking towards the bar, when she bumped into someone. Immediately the young girl's cheeks began to burn with embarassment. "Oh I'm so very sorry," she said honestly, as she stumbled backwards.

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Scorpius sat at a table, turning his head so no one would witness his face. With his family’s status, the Leaky Cauldron was a horrid, filthy place to be and if seen by someone who in particular who disliked his family, which was many, news could spread fast. He, obviously, would ignore it, but he knew for a fact his parents would not. He sighed nonchalantly, sipping his firewhisky and watching the rain fall from the sky rapidly. He looked through the transparent little drops, and shuddered as bolt of lighting hit a tree far back into the distance. His lips touched the rim of his drink, craving for more, but nothing touched the insides of his mouth. He looked down, into the glass, and groaned. He was in no mood to get up and get another, but he did, unable to resist the addictive drink. He sauntered over towards the bar when he felt the collision of another pressing his body. He jumped off, looking down to see a girl, about his age, with an apologetic expression on her face.

“Oh I’m so very sorry.” She told him, stumbling backwards.
“Oh no, it’s alright.” He responded, surprised at his own reaction.
Maybe it was the alcohol that caused him to quickly be so kind.
“Although, I could’ve dropped my glass, so you owe me something.” He teased, smiling lightheartedly.

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Cynthia listened to the boy's acceptance of her apology as her doe eyes scanned him over. She was not disappointed. As she heard the boy's next words, her cheeks tinted with a gentle pink hue, that made her dark skin illuminate beautifully.I'll play along and see where this goes, the Hufflepuff decided. "Or really? What might I owe you?" she asked in a playfully naive tone of voice while her coy expressioin said otherwise.

If this boy was intelligent at all he would respond quite smugly or slyly and would request a kiss rather then money. She would not give up her hard earned money for a boy that she had just met for no reason at all. But then again, she wished to keep her innocent persona up, so that could turn out poorly for her. Being someone your not really is difficult, Cynthia thought with her lips pressed together softly.

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Scorpius smirked; what he wanted from her was an all too obvious thing. It was actually quite obvious for most teenage boys, as horny as they may get, to want a little bit of leisure time to themselves with girls who intrigued them.
“I think I deserve a ki---” He stopped himself from finishing his last word.
Scorpius disliked being predictable, and judging by the temporary expression on the girls face, she knew exactly what he would have demanded.

He turned around, facing a window as he watched the rain. It had died down, and he could see the sun shining dimly behind the light gray clouds. He brought his attention back to her and smirked.
“I hope you wouldn’t mind performing a dance in the rain for me.” Maybe the alcohol had gotten to him, but the idea had some sort of appeal to it.
He raised an eyebrow at the shock that took of her, and he lowered his lips to her ear.
“Tick tock; the clock is ticking.” He smiled to himself, awaiting for some more amusement.

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Cynthia's eye brows rose in amusement as the boy changed his decision to have her dance in the rain. Before smiling as she watched as the cute boy lean in close to her ear, and whisper to her. She felt his gentle breath lap against her neck and ear and chills ran up her spine before she glanced outside.

The rain seemed to be dying down and she had no problem with it, except that she wasn't the most cooridinated person when it came to dancing. "I'm not a good dancer," she warned playfully before taking the boy's hand in her slender fingers and walking out of the bar with him.

Once outside Cynthia glanced over to the blonde haired boy, and said playfully, "I'm going to need some music if I do this." Her expression was clear that she wanted to hear the boy go along with this and sing if she was going to go along with it as well.

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"I'm going to need some music if I do this." She told him, making it quite clear that he was to sing while she danced along to it.
"No problem," He grinned, as she led him outside.
"As long as you don't mind losing your hearing." He winked at her and leaned against the wall of the The Leaky Cauldron.
The transparent drops hit his skin lightly and he could feel his blonde hair cling to his forhead as it grew even more wet.
"What to sing?" He asked her, smiling to himself as he thought of a song.
There was only one song involving rain that he knew and it was a childrens song.
"It's raining it's pouring," He began, beaming at the girl as his clothing, wet from the water, stuck to his skin.
"The old man is snoring. He went to bed and bumped his head and he couldn't wake up in the morning."

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Cynthia's soft lips curled into a smile as the attractive blonde boy winked at her. For a small moment she just watched him as he leaned against the brick wall of the bar, she had know read to be The Leaky Cauldron. As he began to sing the children's song she laughed whimsically into her palm. "You really like to make things difficult don't you?" she asked as she arched her eye brows gently.

Cynthia inhaled and exhaled gently, before beginning to dance quite lamely to the song. Once she felt that she had done quite enough dancing on her own she walked over to the boy and took his hand in hers loosely, and asked teasingly, "Wanna dance, singing isn't your strong point?"

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Scorpius laughed between singing, the dancing more amusing than he had expected.
Scorpius chuckled at her comment, her hand taking his as he accepted.
"I'm still surprised you're not deaf." He joked, placing his hands slightly above each of her hip.
He only knew one actual kind of dance style, besides the wildness people his age preformed, and it was slow-dancing. His mother, who was the biggest fan of ballroom parties, always insisted that Scorpius attend when he was a child. He had sat there, groaning in self pity, as he observed all of the old adults dancing to sickeningly slow music.
"But who’s going to sing to us then?" He questioned teasingly, as they moved slowly upon the wet terrain.

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Cynthia's cheeks began to burn like a wild fire as the attractive boy placed his hands on her hips. She really wasn't a fan of dancing but really enjoyed being in the moment and lustful with someone, even if it was with a stranger. She pressed her chest against his as she laced her fingers together at the nape of his neck. Her brown eyes scanned the boy's face as he asked her who was going to sing and playfully smirked. "I guess that would be me," she muttered with a roll of her eyes.

Cynthia chewed down on her bottom lip while thinking of a song, not really realizing how the action could be taken. She hadn't meant it to be a lustful one but it really did look like she yearned for the stranger.

"Come away with me in the night
Come away with me
And I will write you a song..."

Cynthia's voice began to become rather quiet as she pressed her forehead on his shoulder and began to mouth them. Her soft lips caressed his shoulder as she mouthed them.

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Scorpius embraced the softness of her lips as they touched his shoulder, mouthing the words to the rest of song. He smiled to himself, his eyelids closing over his grey eyes as he rested his chin on her head, inhaling the scent of her hair. He chuckled lightly; the singing and dancing was highly immature, but he couldn’t deny the fact that he was enjoying it. He could feel the heat of the sun hitting his cheek as the rain discontinued. Scorpius moved his hands from her hips and wrapped them around her waist, bringing his mouth to her ears as his eyes opened.

“You know,” He muttered lowly, brushing his lips across the tip of her ear.
“I didn’t exactly catch your name.”
Again, he repositioned his hands. He moved them to her shoulders, wrapping them around her neck as his eyes faced hers.

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Cynthia felt the boy's hands move around her petite waist and smiled lightly to herself. Feeling the stranger's lips graze her ear as he spoke to her made her cold, wet cheeks flushed a discrete pink. "Cynthia," she introduced quietly as her brown eyes looked into his oddly coloured eyes. She did like them however. They were nothing like she had ever seen before, they weren't a blue-grey, just a pure grey, which was new to this Hufflepuff. "And yourself?" the prefect asked curiously.

While waiting for a response Cynthia unlaced her slender fingers from behind his neck and slid them slowly down his chest and around his waist. Then finally up his spine where one hand trailed up and down gently.

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Along with the soft fingers trailing up and down Scorpius’ spine, continues shivers followed. Scorpius’ slowly brought his hands down as well, stopping at her lower back. They slipped under her shirt, remaining on the small of her back, as he wrapped them around her hips and brought her close to him. His body pressed lightly against hers and his forehead also touched hers. His lips, out of habit, curved themselves into a haughty smile as e opened his mouth to introduce himself.

“Scorpius,” he muttered, his name barely managing to escape his lips.

He couldn’t deny the fact that he was attracted to her, or he wouldn’t have been outside, his body pushed up against hers, while drops of water stopped falling from the sky. Furthermore, his clothing, hair and skin were covered in water, as were hers, and still here he was, soaking and completely unaware of it.

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Cynthia cheeks began to glow red when the boy slipped his hands under her loose cotton blouse. She leaned in closely to him as he pulled her into his body. She smiled as their foreheads touched gently. She looked up at him, a smile curled onto her lips as he spoke his name. "It's nice to meet you Scorpius," she murmured, a small, musical, laugh escaped her as she thought of how attracted she was to him and she only just knew his name.

This was most definately a new and different experience for Cynthia Eleanor Hay. She was absolutely soaked, her slim legs had goosebumps and were ice cold but she didn't mind. She was sure that if it wasn't for the body heat she was recieving from Scorpius she would be shivering and would catch pneumonia. She slid her hand threw his messy, wet blond hair as she chewed on her bottom lip.

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Scorpius, as devilish as he may be, sometimes couldn’t resist lustful situations. He wasn’t one to think before he acted, and as absurd as his deed may be, it, at the moment, was never voluntary. He was no where similar to somebody who had restraint over what they did, and when adrenalin coursed throughout him, he seemed to lose himself. This particular position that Scorpius was in, hands wrapped around a girl he found enticing, her fingers coiled in his hair and their bodies pressed up on one another, was exactly one of those kinds of situations.

So when Scorpius surprisingly brought his lips to hers, it wasn’t as if he was truly aware of any faults in this encounter; he just focused on the positive and ultimately what he wanted. And despite this, even when he became aware of the ‘faults’, he refused to make sense of them and let his lips take control of the situation.

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Cynthia's eye lids slid over her brown eyes as she felt Scorpius' lips against hers. She returned the kiss with equal heat and passion as was given out. The taste of his lips was one she couldn't seem to get enough of, so she deepened the kiss until his taste was fresh on her tongue. Pressing her body against his even more, although it didn't appear possible, she curled the corners of her lips into a sly smile, before resuming it.

Any intelligent thought and decision seemed to be dizzied away by his kiss, and her thoughts were only of Scorpius right now. Cynthia Eleanor Hay had been swept off of her little feet, when she least expected it. She had originally thought that Scorpius would do for some fun, and that was it.. but that certainly was not the case. Whether he felt the same way or not, well that was something that could be brought up at a later time. Now she was enjoying a kiss with a stranger.