Where you shouldn't be {Elena}

[granton]

Although it was technically his job to make sure that none of the other students broke the school rules and did things that they shouldn't, that didn't stop Granton from twisting those rules a little when it came to himself and what he wanted.

Tonight, he wanted Elena. It was as simple as that. Whatever it was that was between them - their friendship, their more than just friendship... whatever it was, he wanted it, and he wanted her, tonight. He enjoyed what was between them, because it was simple. It was easy. At least in their eyes. There were no strings and no complications, no rules or boundaries. It just...was.

The week had been a rather busy one and he hadn't had much time to see her. When he wasn't in lessons or getting his homework out of the way, he was dealing with head duties. There'd been several meetings over the past week and that meant a lot of write up's and fine hashing's of details.

Now - Friday - he'd had enough.

All he had to do was hope that Elena went into her dorm some time soon and saw the note that he'd left tucked under her pillow. It would have been easier to just find her and ask her to join him, but where was the fun in that? Besides, if someone saw them going into the prefect bathroom together then he'd be the one accused of telling her the password to get in. Which he had. But that wasn't really the point.

The Prefects Bathroom was perhaps the only place that could really guarantee some level of privacy. So long as the door was locked then no matter who else came along with the password they wouldn't get in.

Muttering the password and slipping inside, Granton was relieved to see that he was alone. It wouldn't be the first time he'd walked in on someone who'd forgotten to close the door. It wouldn't be the last either. The prefects were far too complacent to check the locks.

Now... which taps to use tonight? There were so many choices... colors...scents... foams... whatever you could want it was there. Even now he was sure that he'd only tried out a small number of the different options available.

Well... how about just turning on a few random taps and seeing what happened? That seemed like the best option, so that's what he did.

Now... to wait for Elena... or to get in without her? Actually, bath it was. He had a plan.

Even as he moved towards the door he was already unbuttoning his shirt, and by the time he'd flicked the catch shut, his shirt was heading to some distant part of the floor where he'd surely find it again later.

Slipping out of the rest of his clothes he wasted no time in slipping into the water and letting himself sink beneath the green-tinted water. Whatever scents had gone into it combined well to make a nice outdoorsy scent that wafted around the room. At least it's nothing girly.

Now, all he had to do was wait until Elena got his note and made her way up here. And that could take any amount of time. Well, at least there were charms that stopped the water going cold.

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[elenahaworth]

Elena was glad of the chance to finally get out of her uniform. There were plans to simply just, shrug them off and drop into bed, neglecting any homework she may have. However after she had in fact collapsed onto bed, above the covers and her hands had slid beneath the pillow, she'd found a note. Immediatley she recognised the elegant writing to belong to Granton, and for the first time that day a smile graced the pretty blondes face, just what she needed to turn this day around.

Slipping off the bed she slipped into a thin dress, slipped on her shoes and pulled on a shirt. Running a hand through her blonde locks she left her room, the dorm room and headed out into the hallway. Granton was the perfect remedy for this rubbish day, she'd only gone and earned herself a detention on Friday because she'd gone an hexed a Gryffindor. Not that she should have been blamed for it, he did after all have it coming, Sirius Black simply didn't know when to shut the hell up.

Rounding the corridor where the Prefect Bathroom was situated, Elena glanced over her shoulder to make sure no one was around. She knew the password of course thanks to Granton, sleeping with the Head Boy certainly did have it's benefits, apart from the obvious of course. Granton seemed more in tune with her and her body than anybody else ever had been, kind of a shame it was a mutual friends with benefits thing.

Shaking her head she stopped in front of the bathroom and spoke the password out loud. When nothing happened, when the door didn't open Elena frowned wondering if it had been changed, then a realisation hit her and she rolled her eyes. Granton had obviously locked the door, that was the only excuse. Chuckling she leaned against the side of the door and rapped her knuckles against it, "Hey hot stuff you going to leave me out here all evening?" she called out towards the door, her eyes flickering down the hall again before she glanced down at her nails, examining them, waiting for Granton to open up and let her in.

[granton]

Granton had grown accustomed to the grating sound that the locks made when someone said the password to the bathroom while the door was locked. It had a very distinctive sound, and while it wasn't overly loud, it was hard to miss if you were listening for it, like he was.

He pushed himself up and out of the water, hovering at the edge of the bath, not fully in, not fully out, and waited for something to give away that it was Elena on the other side of the door. The last thing he wanted was for it to be one of the 5th year prefects standing there. It might not go down too well if he opened the door in his current state.

For the time that he'd sat there he's intentionally let his mind drift over all the times he'd been with Elena. His mind was filled with images of her body, of her stripping her clothes off for him... of her face when she...

To put it simply, the water wasn't the only thing making him feel hot, and the evidence showed.

"Hey hot stuff you going to leave me out here all evening?"

Granton grinned. Now that was what he'd been waiting for. And if she was trying to get in then that meant that there was no one else in the corridor. Seeing as she wasn't supposed to know the password to get in she had to be careful to make sure no one was around, unless someone would tell.

Hoisting himself fully out of the water he headed for the door, not bothering with a towel or anything. That was the reason that he'd let himself think so much of Elena. This was his plan. She knew the reason that he was asking her to come here - it was always the reason he asked to meet up with her. But he was going to make sure it was painfully obvious to her.

...It was painfully obvious to him, that was for sure. Knowing that she was right there outside the door had only made things worse...

Granton made his way silently to the door before letting to lock slide out of place with a loud clunk that he knew could be heard from both sides.

Stepping backwards he waited. Elena better get in here quick...

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[elenahaworth]

Elena leaned back against the door as she waited for an answer. Chances were Granton was already in the water and probably couldn't hear her, or maybe he wasn't even here and she was calling out to some other prefect who was sure to try and throw their weight around and slap her with a detention for trying to gain entry to the bathroom. It was looking more and more likely as the second ticked by, that she'd be leaving this part of the castle as frustrated as she had been when she'd arrived.

Though as if on cue she heard the locks begin to slide aside and she pushed away from the door. This was her last chance to bolt just incase it was a prefect and not Granton, but the desire to see the smouldering seventh year kept her rooted to the spot, consequences be damned. If it was a prefect she could probably easily talk her way out of this, if not...well it was just another detention, nothing she'd need to write home about.

Within seconds the door was sliding open, and at first she saw no one, though the discarded clothes on the floor gave a good indication to who was inside. It wasn't till she took a step closer to the bathroom her eyes found Granton, standing in all his incredible glory inside. A smile broke out onto her face as she let her eyes trail over his magnificent body, lingering in certain places longer than others before she stepped into the bathroom completely and closed the door behind her.

Without taking her eyes off Granton she stepped back and reached up to slid the lock back into place before turning fully to admire the man in front of her. She'd been right, he had been in the bath, his skin was still slick from the water, "You started without me big boy..." she teased with a small pout, taking a step forward and kicking off her shoes, shrugging off her shirt she tossed it aside so it landed neatly in his own, "You gonna stand there or help me out of this?" she asked with a small smirk, indicating to her dress whilst her other hand trailed softly over his chest, her eyes never leaving his.

[granton]

Granton stayed slightly out of sight as the door swung open. His eyes stayed glued to the open door as he waited for Elena to come into his line of sight. When she stepped inside and he could see her eyes wander southwards. He smirked. A smirk that only broadened into a grin when he saw her smile. She stepped further in and closed the bathroom door behind her, locks clicking into place.

"You started without me big boy..."

The smirk replaced his grin again. "I waited, didn't I?" Granton kept his eyes glued firmly to Elena as she kicked off her shoes and started taking off her blouse. The was what he'd been waiting for all day. He didn't see enough of her. He wanted more of her. The comments and mutters he'd heard from some students about the age difference didn't even phase him. Who really cared? So there were 2 years between them, whoopty doo. It wasn't like she wasn't old enough to make her own decisions, was it?

"You gonna stand there or help me out of this?"

Granton let his eyes drop to the hand that moved over his chest before letting them trail a slow track over her body, taking in every little detail of her. Here he'd been so sure that he didn't want a rush today, wanted to take things slower... but now she was here and right in front of him all he could think of was the way she would feel...

He lifted one arm and knocked her hand from his chest, a grin spreading over his face. Stepped into the space between them before she could say anything he locking his lips firmly onto hers, one hand going around her waist to crush her to him while his used the other to judge how close the wall behind her was as he stepped them closer to it, trapping her body between himself and it.

For a while, he kept them there, tongues caught in a fierce battle of wills, hands roaming, but before long it just wasn't enough. He broke from the kiss and moved to her neck, hands searching for the clasp to release her dress. When he found it he made short work of it and pulled away from her only long enough to pull it up and over her head. Granton threw the material to one side and kissed her again but only briefly.

His eyes trailed a burning path over her body again. He wanted her to himself. Right now. If it wasn't for the fact he had every intention of getting her into the bath with him he would have been tempted to make her leave her boots on. They were sexy as hell, but he didn't think she'd want them damaged.

He let go of her and took a few steps back just looking at her, but it took all his restraint not to take her there and then. He'd said he wanted to take some time with this and so no matter how hard it might be, he would. He took a deep, shuddering breath. Taking some time was going to take more than just a little self control, and he didn't know if he had quite enough of that...

"Gorgeous..." Granton muttered as he moved backward from her, eyes still continuing their visual assault of her body.

[elenahaworth]

"I waited, didn't I?"

Elena smiled and shrugged her shoulders lightly, her eyes on his own as he continued to look at her. She loved how desired and wanted he made her feel with just one look, part of her thought it a shame they were only casual, though she ignored that part of her. Both of them had entered this arrangement knowing what it was, and both were happy so why even consider trying to change things.

When he knocked her hand from his chest, the question she'd been about to ask died on her tongue as Granton closed the distance between them and pressed his lips over her own. Her back arched somewhat as he pressed their bodies so close together, before he moved them backwards, never once breaking their kiss. Within seconds she was trapped between the wall and Granton's solid body, sending a pleasurable jolt through her.

This was where she wanted to be, right now nothing else mattered outside of these walls. She threaded her fingers up into his hair, loving the feel of it as she held him tighter still to her. All too soon for her liking he broke away from the kiss, but her disappointment was short lived when he unclasped her dress and quicker than she realised pulled it up and over her head, his lips locking onto hers again as he tossed it aside.

His eyes burned into her skin as they trailed over her body and she had to fight the urge to pout when he let her go and stepped out of her grasp. At his compliment she smirked, "Not looking to bad yourself handsome..." she said, winking at him once before she leaned up, pressing her lips to his for a moment. Pulling back she smiled, letting her hand trail down his body before she moved around him towards the bath.

With her back still to him she unclasped her bra and tossed it aside. Sliding her hands down her sides in a sensual manner, she glanced over her shoulder at Granton, shooting a sexy smirk his way as she hooked her fingers through the waistband of her underwear. Sliding them down her body, she turned away from Granton and stepped into the bath, not stopping until she was submerged to her waist, by which time she turned back around to face Granton, "You going to stand there all night?"