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Anna frowned to herself, deep in thought. They'd been wandering the corridors for close to fifteen minutes now, in the dead of night, no less, looking for somewhere to go. Not necessarily to be alone, mind you, though that was definitely on the checklist. Mentally, she deduced that it would most likely be an empty classroom, their victim. None the less, as they meandered she was quite certain they looked rather odd. Anna had her hand clenched around Damian's, and she was currently towing him through Hogwarts, her little legs moving at a rate much too quick for any normal person her short five foot four height. But Anna was far from normal.

After another two or three minutes, her efforts were rewarded. She peaked inside the classroom, not bothering to identify which lesson it was used for or if it was merely extra, deeming it usable after a short glance around. She then put both her hands on her hips and stood proudly in the middle of the floor, still knowing that she had Damian's hand in her right one, and yet still having that hand on her hip, as well. All in all, the little sixth year Gryffindor looked pretty ridiculous, prideful as she was.

"Bet you didn't know about this place, I'd wager." She grinned.

Anna's grin faded as sudden realization struck her. She had no clue what to do now. Certainly, she'd set off from the kitchens for two main reasons: 1, there were far too many people and it was beginning to annoy her. And 2, she wanted to be alone with Damian. Know that she was, however, she was thoroughly confused. While she knew just what couples did when they were alone in suddenly rather large, rather empty, rather deserted rooms together, she was still getting used to the idea. For the longest time, Damian had been her mate, and now he was more. She smiled at the thought.

Just then, she felt his other arm wrap around her waist from behind, and, admittedly, she just about melted. This boy had some nerve, to practice charms on her! And she wasn't talking about the ones that involved a wand. As her mind raced and the sheepish grin broke out on her face, she was really becoming irritated with herself. Not only had she had all that time to think about what to do, but she should've also figured this out ages ago - before she'd even "suggested" the idea. Damian probably thought her odder than he already did. Why, it was a wonder he'd ever bothered with her.

As her anger built and built at herself, a nearby glassware object shattered into quite a lot of pieces. She blinked, turning slightly to look at it. In the after math of the loud noise, all she could do was blink. It took her a moment to pin point the cause.

"Did I just...?"

Abruptly, warmth left Anna. She blinked, wheeling around to face him, concern in her eyes. She wondered what she'd done. She always had a habit of blaming it on herself, you see. No matter what the problem. Again, it took a moment to dawn on her. She cracked a smile, trying not to break anything else.

"You silly git." And then she had the gall to laugh at him. She sat on the floor in the middle of the room, tugging on the lower pant of his trouser. "I was angry. But not at you. At myself." And then she went and tried to make a joke out of it, in typical Anna fashion. "I do that, you know."

With a swift movement, she pulled her wand out of her pocket, made a simple-enough-looking wrist movement, and murmured reparo. Instantly, the glass picked itself up and rearranged itself in perfect order on the shelf from whence it fell.

Anna pocketed her wand and felt her eyes darken just a tad. They lost a bit of their peculiar sheen as they did so, unfortunately. She sighed and sat a little closer to him than was absolutely necessary. She laughed shortly. "I"m not angry with you, you prat. Believe me, you'll know when I am." She looked up at him, as her gaze had been on a suddenly very interesting speck of dust on the floor. "For not knowing what to do." She responded in a small voice.

"I know it sounds rather stupid, but my mind works in rather stupid ways, you'll find." She told him honestly, thankful that he'd thought to put the cushioning charm down; her sore bum could only take so much punishment.

In her inner musings, while waiting for Damian's response, she muttered aloud to herself in a contemplative tone of voice, "Isn't it rather odd that in public I can plant myself on your lap without a care, and then when we're alone I turn into some sort of demure fawn?"

Anna laughed, too, despite herself. "Hey, it's not funny. It's a mental condition." She reprimanded half-heartedly, poking him in the chest for emphasis after the first sentence. "And who'd like to watch that, do you think? Peeves? Sir Nicholas? The Bloody Baron? The Gray Lady? The Headmistress, perhaps?" She laughed at her own jokes, smiling slightly when he wrapped an arm around her and kissed her cheek.

It was then that the feelings she'd felt in the kitchen returned; like a thousand tiny butterflies all breaking from their cocoons at once. She wanted to kiss him. Inwardly, she rolled her eyes at herself. She could be such a girl sometimes.

With that, she succumbed to her own "feminine" desires and planted a chaste kiss on his lips, smiling just after. "Bet you weren't expecting that, were you?" She teased lightly.

Anna rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, pretending to be irritated with him. He was such a silly little boy sometimes. But it was adorable, so, all in all, she thought it fair that he could act like an eight-year-old sometimes.

This time, however, her mind worked wonders. She hatched an evil scheme that she was positive would work with, at the least, brilliant results.

Grinning, she kept up her charade for a moment longer. "Oh, Merlin's bloody left toe nail." Shrugging off his arm, she kissed him, angling her face just so, and wrapped her arms around his neck, effectively sending them both tumbling to the ground; thankfully just in range of the cushioning charm. After a moment, she broke apart. "There. Satisfied?" She inquired, breathing a tad irregular.

Anna grinned at him, about to make some snappy come back when quite abruptly all conscious thought vanished from her mind. Damian's rain of kisses literally left not a one coherent thought in her head. She was only a beginner, after all, but still.

Unbenounced to Anna, at least for a few seconds, she'd made just the tiniest little noise of something that sounded very akin to appreciation. Upon hearing and identifying it herself, the redness rushed to her cheeks. If she could've, she would've hidden.

Instead, however, she chose to ignore it, dutifully moving on and doing her best to ignore it. 'It's not really my fault, though. My neck has always been rather sensitive...'