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Axel shook his head at her question pertaining to the room. Magic like this was still so intriguing to him. For all of his ability to fight he was truly average at best when it came to theory, so complex charms like the on that was on the room were a mystery to him. He grimaced as she told him the reason for her knowledge of the room. He wished he could go back and ask her who did it so they could've pranked one of them instead of Montague. They could always prank them later though he supposed. He felt his body tense relax as her fingers grazed his skin. Her soft hands felt soothing. He realized as she spoke that she was tracing some of his scars and marks on his sides. Most of them were simply wounds he had gotten in practice that hadn't been magically healed, as nobody in the house had much knowledge of healing magic.
"I'm not saying you are a prude, but I value you and your level of comfortableness. I figured perhaps something like this might be a little too into the deep end for you." He let out a relieved groan as she felt one of his knots. "I am very glad to hear it is not." He said as she moved to his lower back. He groaned more as she went up his back. He felt his tension begin to leave his body. He listened to her as she talked about her sweet tooth. "Huh, a sugar fiend then? You and Daniel would get along. He is constantly snacking on something sweet. Guy drinks more honesy than he does tea I swear." He said with a grin. He was incredibly comfortable as she worked on his back. He rolled his eyes at her as she told him he couldn't pay for anything but a butterbeer. "Fine fine, but if anybody asks, especially Stacy I payed for everything. She'd undo all the work you are doing right now by beating and scolding me." He said, moving his head onto the other side.
He frowned lightly as she got up, as he thought it was over, and he was rather enjoying himself. He let out a small breathe as she sat back down, this time on his waist. He felt a small but pleasant tension in his core. The closeness he felt to her was slightly intoxicating. He didn't expect this from her, but then he thought back to her statement on the train. She was daring, he forgot she was a Gryffindor. She had set her mind on getting more comfortable in things she considered uncomfortable and she was brave. He should never have underestimated her in that way. He was pulled out of his musings by her gentle voice. "Well uh, I sorta do this to myself if I am honest. You know how excitable I can be." He said as he grinned, thinking about the dueling club incident. "I tend to rush things and skip stretches before working out, and I also carry all my stress in my shoulders and neck. So yeah, usually my favorite way to de-stress was-" He stopped himself before finishing the sentence. He didn't want her to think anything bad about him. He knew she knew about the rumors of his many forays with women, but he worried she might find him hollow or superficial if she discovered he slept with girls partially just for stress relief, and partly for his lack of love he received. His family was never that touchy, and after his mothers passing that only got more true. He didn't want to ruin this beautiful moment with his stupidity or sob story.
Instead, he shook his head slightly, the pillow below him limiting his movement. "It doesn't matter. I will keep your advice in mind though. Perhaps you can help me out again when things get this way huh?" He said with a wink. He acknowledged that having her this close to him was exhilarating, but he wanted anything that would progress them past their current flirty friendship to be her decision. He wouldn't do anything so quickly. He slowly lifted himself up, hating the fact that her hands weren't on him. He put his shirt back on and gave her a smile. "So, Hogsmeade then?" He said with a wink. He grabbed her hand and stopped before exiting the room. "This room really is something else."
"I'm not saying you are a prude, but I value you and your level of comfortableness. I figured perhaps something like this might be a little too into the deep end for you." He let out a relieved groan as she felt one of his knots. "I am very glad to hear it is not." He said as she moved to his lower back. He groaned more as she went up his back. He felt his tension begin to leave his body. He listened to her as she talked about her sweet tooth. "Huh, a sugar fiend then? You and Daniel would get along. He is constantly snacking on something sweet. Guy drinks more honesy than he does tea I swear." He said with a grin. He was incredibly comfortable as she worked on his back. He rolled his eyes at her as she told him he couldn't pay for anything but a butterbeer. "Fine fine, but if anybody asks, especially Stacy I payed for everything. She'd undo all the work you are doing right now by beating and scolding me." He said, moving his head onto the other side.
He frowned lightly as she got up, as he thought it was over, and he was rather enjoying himself. He let out a small breathe as she sat back down, this time on his waist. He felt a small but pleasant tension in his core. The closeness he felt to her was slightly intoxicating. He didn't expect this from her, but then he thought back to her statement on the train. She was daring, he forgot she was a Gryffindor. She had set her mind on getting more comfortable in things she considered uncomfortable and she was brave. He should never have underestimated her in that way. He was pulled out of his musings by her gentle voice. "Well uh, I sorta do this to myself if I am honest. You know how excitable I can be." He said as he grinned, thinking about the dueling club incident. "I tend to rush things and skip stretches before working out, and I also carry all my stress in my shoulders and neck. So yeah, usually my favorite way to de-stress was-" He stopped himself before finishing the sentence. He didn't want her to think anything bad about him. He knew she knew about the rumors of his many forays with women, but he worried she might find him hollow or superficial if she discovered he slept with girls partially just for stress relief, and partly for his lack of love he received. His family was never that touchy, and after his mothers passing that only got more true. He didn't want to ruin this beautiful moment with his stupidity or sob story.
Instead, he shook his head slightly, the pillow below him limiting his movement. "It doesn't matter. I will keep your advice in mind though. Perhaps you can help me out again when things get this way huh?" He said with a wink. He acknowledged that having her this close to him was exhilarating, but he wanted anything that would progress them past their current flirty friendship to be her decision. He wouldn't do anything so quickly. He slowly lifted himself up, hating the fact that her hands weren't on him. He put his shirt back on and gave her a smile. "So, Hogsmeade then?" He said with a wink. He grabbed her hand and stopped before exiting the room. "This room really is something else."