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You know, Ethan heard all these awful things about seventh year but he had no reason to complain. Sure, the classes were harder and things in his personal life could be a little better, but as it was things were pretty good. Carter was made captain and boy was Ethan thankful for that. He really didn’t want the position and he knew that Bo didn’t either. No, Carter was the perfect choice. He’s done so well already, Ethan felt prepared going into their first match. They’ve had such great captains these last few years. But it wasn’t Quidditch that occupied most of his thoughts, it was Cera. She told him last year that he was the only one she was seeing and that was still true today. Ethan was very happy. He didn’t want her to change for him and he never expected her to and he was content that they were together in some respect. He didn’t need to put a label on it. Although, he can’t help but wish they could be a little more open. He was happy with the sneaking around - it was fun and exciting - but there were days when he wanted to take her on a proper date and kiss her outside of a closet. He used to tell himself that one day it’ll happen, one day she’ll be okay with that, but he’s learned to let that go. It did no good to think like that. They got to spend their hidden moments together away from prying eyes. It felt more real this way. There was no one around to influence their words or their feelings. They could just be themselves.[break][break]

His eyes watched the clock during their last class of the day. It was rather noticeable. On more than one occasion Professor Walker asked him a question to get his attention. She finally said something after the third time. He couldn’t help it. In just fifteen more minutes he’d get the chance to be alone with Cera and there was something he was dying to ask her. Professor Walker concluded the class with an assignment of fourteen inches on defensive charms and Ethan grabbed his bag and rushed out of the room. He hid in a dark corner near the broom cupboard, waiting for her to walk past. Yes, this seemed creepy, but their relationship was so cloak and dagger. He saw a flash of her brunette hair and he reached out to gently grab her wrist, giving her a tug. When she locked eyes with him, he tugged her a little harder, pulling her into the closet without anyone seeing. She was kind of curled up in his arms so he slowly spun her around to face him. “Hey,” he breathed, grinning. Ethan leaned in to sweep her lips up in a kiss, his hands moving to the middle of her back. “Are you coming to practice tomorrow?” He’d been asking her for a while if she’d come watch him practice, even offered to do a one on one on the pitch, and she kept evading it. “It’ll be fun. Lydia will be there.” He knew they weren’t really acquainted but Lydia was like a ball of sunshine she could find friends anywhere. “It’s not like they’d know we’re a thing.” Would they?

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[Cera Lundstrom]

Ceridwen didn't really know where this, whatever this was, with Ethan was going. She'd been exclusively making out with him for almost a year now, and she was definitely interested in keeping it a secret. It seemed more private, more intimate that way. Sometimes she felt a little guilty keeping Ethan in the closet like that, but he never said anything, so she didn't think he minded. She certainly didn't- it wasn't so much that she wanted to pretend like she wasn't giving him the time of day…most people seemed to just assume anyway. Things just…started in the closet so that's just where they stay.

After class, a familiar tug on her wrist caused a smile to pull at the corner of her lips and she nodded to Layla to let her know she would catch up with her later. She let the tug happen again before she was pulled into a dusty broom cupboard, wrapped up in Ethan's arms. She could tell by the smell of his cologne and the way he held his hands just in that same spot in the middle of her back. They'd done this dance so many times she'd know Ethan with her eyes closed.a kiss landed on her lips and she pouted a little when he decided to speak more instead of indulging her otherwise.

“Are you coming to practice tomorrow?”

Cera pulled back and furrowed her brow slightly at the question. that was mist definitely not something she would normally do…sit with the girlfriends as they cheered on their man as they practiced quidditch. Cera was much more an under the bleachers with a flask type of girl….she would cheer Ethan on in her own way. She wasn't the sit in the bleachers during practice type.

“It'll be fun. Lydia will be there.”

Lydia? Bradley? Cera raised a brow at him. She wasn't sure what part of that was supposed to be enticing to her.

“It's not like they'd know we're a thing.”

Cera let out a small sigh as her hands went up to rest on either side of Ethan's neck. Her fingers danced on his skin lightly. ”Only girlfriends and boyfriends go to practice, you know that.” even though they were, for lack of better explanation, dating…Cera wasn't the type to sit in on practice. ”What could be more fun than this, anyway? And…besides. Everyone will start to talk.” as if they weren't already. Instead of protesting more, she leaned in and pressed a somewhat heated kiss to his lips, hopefully to quell the conversation for now.

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Ethan knew what she was going to say before she even said it. It didn’t really bother him that much, what with her fingers dancing across his skin and her soothing voice enveloping him. He knew that it wasn’t Cera’s style, but he had held on hope that maybe, just maybe, she’d be willing to just this once. But of course, she was making more and more sense as she continued to speak and Ethan let out a soft sigh of defeat. His thumbs traced circles on the fabric of her robes, a small smile pulling at his lips. Before he could tell her fine, she won, her lips were back on his in a fiery kiss that set his insides ablaze. Butterflies started stirring in his belly and he pulled her in closer, deepening the kiss. He stepped forward until they were pressed against the wall, his arms traveling lower to her waist. With one smooth motion, he lifted her up so he was holding her. If this was the game she wanted to play, then he was going to play it with passion. When the fire inside him started to cool down, he lowered her back to the ground, his hands coming up to cradle her face between them, his kisses slowing and growing more tender with each passing moment. Ethan kissed her one, two, three more times before pulling back, his lips feeling rather swollen from all the snogging. “Okay,” he said at last, his voice thick with desire. “You win.”[break][break]

There wasn’t a lot of room in this cupboard, but he didn’t mind that. He moved his hands back to her back, giving her a little more breathing room. What they had or didn’t have was passionate and exciting and often needed a cool down before it got too out of hand. He couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face as he stared at her in the dimly lit closet. “You look like you enjoyed that,” he teased her a little. “Was Defense Against the Dark Arts that boring for you?”

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[Cera Lundstrom]

The fact that Cera could distract Ethan with a few kisses was one of the things she really enjoyed about it. It wasn't so much that she hated the idea of being Ethan's girlfriend openly - if she were going to be anyone's girlfriend it would be his. His persistence and willingness to give her whatever she wanted was enough to keep her interested. Well, that, and she'd never admit that she actually was into him. It was more than just a make-out session in a broom cupboard now...but she'd be a liar if she said she didn't like it. It was their thing...and she'd thought about other things becoming their thing...

"Okay. You win."

"I always do," she bit her bottom lip as Ethan lowered her back down, her hands resting gently on his chest. She really liked these moments with him - absolute fire that only he seemed to be able to quell. Fortunately Ethan didn't continue on with the whole quidditch practice thing - instead, he teased her about how much she enjoyed it (she always did) and something about defense against the dark arts, but Cera wasn't listening as she pressed a few more kisses to his jaw. "I think you know exactly what my feelings are on defense against the dark arts..."

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Ethan was so smitten with her. Everything she did was his favorite thing. The way she bites her lip after he’s done kissing her, the flawless roll of her eye, how her cheeks look when they’re flushed. I mean, you get it. The fact that she was even exclusively seeing him meant everything to him. He knew that going in he might not be the only one she was hooking up with, but knowing that she wasn’t was like the world lifted off his shoulders. He wasn’t sure how he’d feel seeing her kiss another guy, or even to be aware of it. Whenever he thought about it it left this heavy rock on his heart so he knew it wouldn’t be good. So he was happy that she wasn’t. Part of him did wonder how long this could last, but he didn’t let that doubt break his trust in her. If she said she wasn’t, then he believed her.[break][break]

A shiver ran down his spine as she traced kisses up his jaw and his grip on her tightened. He looked down at her with hooded eyes. She just knew how to drive him crazy. It was rather unfair. He leaned in to press some kisses of his own to her neck. “Even after all my lessons?” he breathed to her ear, pressing one final kiss behind her earlobe before leaning back again. Ethan gazed at her face, taking in the way the light hit her eyes, making them look an awful lot like the ocean. He brought a hand to tuck a piece of her chestnut hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering in her hair. “I really think you’ve improved.” His lips spread into a grin again. “We could always practice more,” he said suggestively, his fingers combing into her hair, his hand heading for the back of her head. It was really up to her, but he wouldn’t mind some more uninterrupted time with her.

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[Cera Lundstrom]

It wasn’t so much that Cera wanted to leave it open ended in case it came to the point where she was able to snog other guys. Really, as far as the fish in the sea, the only guy she wanted to snog was Ethan. She just…wasn’t ready to let everyone else know that she only wanted to snog him, even though everyone already knew. They played along when she said she didn’t know what they were talking about, but. Alas. Cera never wanted to be the girl that dated that guy for the last two years of school…but she was turning into that girl. And she wasn’t necessarily mad about it, either. There were just some things she wasn’t ready to do.

Going to quidditch practice was one of those things.

Cera could tell with each press of her lips that he was getting further and further away from the conversation, and after a few minutes he took over, whispering in her ear. Cera clamped her eyes shut and she bit her lip, curling into him a little before he pulled away, the dim lighting in the closet barely giving her enough to see him clearly. But she had already memorized every feature.

“I really think you’ve improved.”

Ethan’s fingers were in her hair, and she raised a brow at him.

“We could always practice more.”

”You know how I feel about studying…” she said, naturally moving closer to him as his hand trailed to the back of her head. ”I’m more of a hands-on type,” she teased, looping her fingers in his belt loops and pulling him closer. Apparently the tight fit of the broom cupboard wasn’t close enough for her, her lips just hovering above his.

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One good thing about Ethan is that he had great patience. He would wait forever for Cera and he’d play his part passionately until she decided otherwise. All he truly cared about was having more moments like this with her. His fingers tangled in the hair at the base of her neck, his palm cupping the back of her head. The air between them was hot and charged, electricity sparking with every light touch. Her fingers were looped with his pants and he gently tugged her hair to angle her face to him. Their lips were a whisper away from each other and he could feel his blood pumping through his veins with each beat of his heart. It was pounding steadily in his chest, begging him to bridge the gap. “That’s what I love about you,” he whispered against her lips, pulling her in for another deep kiss. Each time felt like the first time, the most delicious fire building in his belly as his lips moved against hers. A soft groan escaped him as he held her tighter to his chest, his other hand traveling to her lower back.

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[Cera Lundstrom]

Cera wasn't sure why she was so against playing the dating game with Ethan. Well, it wasn't Ethan at all. She liked Ethan - he put up with her shit and let her get away with whatever she wanted. Which perhaps was why their little broom cupboard game had lasted so long. She could distract him with a little kiss and a tug of his pants, and he could etch any uneasy thoughts from her mind with a his fingers tangled in her hair and the way he spoke almost directly onto her lips…

“That's what I love about you.”

Cera didn't have a moment to respond as Ethan pulled her in for another kiss, but her brow did furrow as they continued. Ethan hadn't ever used the L word before and to be fair, this time wasn't directly at her either. But something felt odd in the pit of her belly as they continued their snogging, Cera’s lips moving decidedly slower than they had been before. His hand was on her lower back now and she…couldn't take it. ”Love?” she was far enough away so he couldn't just scoop her up in another kiss.

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He could tell something was up before she pulled away. Her kisses were slower, less passionate, and he wondered what he had done to cause this. When she pushed off him and stepped back, his hands fell to his sides and he just stared at her, a little hurt but also dumbfounded. Then she spoke. Love? Did he say love? He thought real hard about it and realized he may have let the word slip, but it wasn’t his intention. “Not love as in love,” he said quickly, backpedaling. “I meant like. That’s what I like about you.” He could tell she wasn’t so easily convinced and he started to panic. “I’m not, like, in love with you or anything.” Was he? “I mean, I like you a lot, but it’s not love it’s not - ” he sighed heavily, bringing a hand up to wipe his face. “I didn’t mean it like that.” Ethan felt certain that this snogging session was over and he was honestly worried that future ones would be as well. He stood frozen in place, not daring to move toward her in any way lest he spook her. What an idiot he must be. His insides were twisting uncomfortably at the idea that whatever this was that they had could be over thanks to a slip of the tongue. He certainly didn’t mean love, right? I mean, they’d only been snogging for like a year or so. It’s not love. Is it?[break][break]

“Do you -” he hesitated, afraid she might say yes if he asked. “Do you want to leave?” He sounded a bit dejected, his shoulders slumping. He meant leave the cupboard, but part of him also meant their thing or whatever. A rock was forming in the pit of his stomach and he felt a little nauseous. He didn’t think he’d take it well if they were over.

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[Cera Lundstrom]

Ethan started to babble, backtracking to fix what he'd said. Her eyes flashed in almost a panic mode as they moved to the different features of Ethan's face. She'd never thought about love before…at least not in this context. Her own dad had left when she was just a kid and her mom had done so well just making her own way and getting her kicks whenever she wanted without laying down bricks.

“I didn't mean it like that.”

Cera probably did take it out of context. She swallowed though, feeling heat rising on her cheeks as she looked at him. The problem was…the more time she spent with Ethan the more she realized she actually did care for him more than she thought she ever would have. And that was terrifying…so maybe that was the reason she panicked when she heard it, when he tried to cover his tracks. Because she wasn't the only one having feelings.

“Do you - Do you want to leave?”

Cera could hear the dejection in his voice. A part of her did want to leave, run straight for the tower and find Layla or Lauren to talk some sense into her, but the other part of her wanted to stay. Her feet felt locked on the ground, so she took Ethan's hands in hers and put them back on her waist before running her own hands up his chest and around his neck before her lips were on his again. Hopefully that would get him his answer.

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Ethan tried not to think about his feelings too much. There was no denying he had feelings for her. She ran through his mind like a marathon runner all day. Everything about her, he liked. He liked how she smirked at him before she kissed him, liked how her eyes sparkled in the candlelight that filled the castle, he liked her voice, her scent - everything. But if he thought too hard about it, he might discover some things that would make him so much more vulnerable. Was there a possibility that he loved her? Yes. But he wasn’t thinking about it. He wasn’t thinking about it because if he did he’d just get destroyed if anything were to happen.[break][break]

The moments he spent waiting in silence felt like days. Dread was starting to seep through his pores, enveloping him like a blanket. This was it, he thought. He finally scared her off. But then she reached for his hands, bringing them to her waist. Ethan’s fingers dug a little into the fabric of her clothes, squeezing her tight as she slid her hands up his chest and around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. The relief he felt was palpable and he pulled her even closer to him as he deepened the kiss. His head was spinning rapidly, his emotions all frayed and sparking like an exposed wire. He really thought that he was gonna lose her. Ethan held her close while his lips worked against hers fervently. His hands slid up her back as he lost himself in the snogging. It was all that was keeping him grounded at the moment. [break][break]

When he pulled back, both of their lips were swollen. His were tingling deliciously and hers probably felt the same. Ethan brought a hand to her cheek, his thumb running along her bottom lip. “I’m sorry,” he breathed, his gaze fixed on her face. “It’s getting late. Should we pop down to dinner?” Their absence was probably already noted.

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[Cera Lundstrom]

As much as the thought of the l word scared her, she wasn't going to let it ruin a good thing. Besides, he was right - he said it in regards to something about her, not her in general. But she wasn’t sure what was worse - him saying it, or him not saying it about her. Cera was very conflicted - she didn’t know how she felt. But at least in the tiny, cramped broom cupboard with her lips locked with his, she could forget about the feelings for a little while and just enjoy her time with him. Once they left, they would part ways until the next rendezvous.

Cera was starting to hate that time in between each one.

Ethan pulled back and Cera was finding it hard to not pull back in, but instead, she just brought her hands back down so she could hold his in hers. Her lips were pulsing a little - their sessions had gotten a little heated as of late, and it was kind of a wonder that no one said anything to them. Perhaps less people cared than what Cera thought…

“It’s getting late. Should we pop down to dinner?”

Cera nodded, giving his hands a light squeeze before dropping them. Her bag, which she discarded on the ground she picked up, slinging it over her shoulder before reaching for the door handle. One last look at Ethan, though, and she straightened his already loosened tie. ”Not that it matters,” she grinned up at him, giving it a little tug before letting go and exiting into the cool air of the corridor.

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Leaving the cupboard afterward was always the hardest. Ethan didn’t want to miss out on time with Cera, but they had other responsibilites that called to them. Maybe they called to Ethan a little more than Cera, but they very well couldn’t stay in a closet forever. Even though he was fine with what they had, it was times like this when he wished they could be something more. He didn’t want to leave, didn’t want to go his own way when all he wanted was to be with her. It was difficult for him to balance. He knew this was the way it needed to be, but damn he couldn’t help but think how good things could be if it wasn’t.[break][break]

Ethan cherished these little moments between them; just the two of them existing together and connecting. He enjoyed it when they weren’t snogging as much as he did when they were. With his hands in hers, he felt like he could take on the whole world. Perhaps maybe he could tackle that History of Magic exam first. He asked if they should go to dinner, and she agreed, giving his hands a squeeze before letting go. Ethan felt a pang when she did, but he tried to ignore it as he picked up his own bag and slung it over his shoulder. When he stood back up, Cera was looking at him. Her delicate fingers came to straighten his tie and he chuckled, bringing a hand up to fold over hers.[break][break]

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No, he supposed it didn’t. As sneaky as they tried to be, there had to be suspicions about the two of them. Try as he might, he just couldn’t help but sneak glances whenever she was around. He was real bad about it at mealtime, always looking up from his plate to see her. Anyone paying attention could put two and two together, but so far no one has said anything. Maybe they just weren’t paying attention. He waited a few beats before following out of the cupboard. Ethan supposed that didn’t matter, either, as he just went at a jog to catch up to her. But at least no one saw them leaving at the same time. “What do you think we’re having?” he asked as he caught up to her, adjusting his bag on his shoulder. His stomach growled audibly and he chuckled, offering her a shrug and a smile. “I guess I don’t care either way.” As long as there was food left, he’d be happy. “How’s Layla been?”

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[Cera Lundstrom]

There was something to the soft touch of Ethan’s hand on top of hers as she straightened his tie - it wasn’t hungry, it wasn’t asking for more. It was just…soft. It felt like he cared more about her than snogging, and that was the part that scared her. She wasn’t sure she was ready for that kind of emotion. SHe was already worried that she felt it…something she would never say to the Hufflepuff. Someone would have to put her in a quartering machine to get her to talk - no, she wouldn’t say it aloud. If Ethan couldn’t tell how she felt by how she acted, then…she wasn’t sure what.

Ethan caught up to her as she walked down the corridor. He asked about dinner, and she shrugged, casually. Her cheeks were still warm from the close proximity and the snogging, but no one was going to ask. No one ever did. ”The same old, probably,” she said, casually. When he asked about Layla, she did turn to face him slightly. ”She’s good…” Cera said, feeling a pang of guilt. She felt like she’d been neglecting her friend lately. If she wasn’t busy with quidditch or studies, Cera was off with Ethan. ”She’s been practicing with their new captain,” she explained. ”Sunshine? I don’t know. Another Park.” Cera never really cared that she didn’t seem to care about people, but for some reason she felt bad not knowing the new kid’s name. She felt bad she’d been neglecting Layla, and for some gross, strange reason she felt bad about treating Ethan like all he was to her was a good snog. But she couldn’t tell anyone that.

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Ethan knew that Cera felt something for him. She basically admitted it a year ago, but he didn’t think she could name the feeling. He understood that going this long with only hooking up with one person meant something, but still there was a tiny voice in the back of his mind that whispered doubt into his thoughts. What if she didn’t feel the same way? What if she missed the freedom of snogging whoever she wanted? What if someone better comes along? So many what ifs and Ethan thought he knew the answers, but there were times when he doubted. This was one of those times. Something about her reaction to the L word had him worried. [break][break]

He tried to push those thoughts away as he fell in step with her, one hand holding onto his bag and the other in his pocket, mainly to resist the urge to hold her hand. Great, he thought when she said it was probably more of the same. He was kind of tired of turkey and ham. Give him a nice curry and he’d be set. But then he asked about Layla and she turned a little to face him. His hazel gaze was fixed on her face, taking in the slight blush along her cheekbones. Ethan listened to what she had to say, a small smirk playing on his lips as she messed up the new kid's name. “Sunny,” he said. “You were close, though.” He thought about how weird it must be to come to a new school right before you graduate. He also thought about how lonely that might be and how upset he must be at the circumstances. Perhaps Layla, in all her kindness, was helping him work through that.[break][break]

They made it to the staircases and started walking down toward the Great Hall. He liked these times with Cera where they could just be two friends talking as they walked to dinner. Their rendezvous never really left much time for talking. Ethan truly did like Cera, who she was as a person. “What about you? What have you been getting into lately?”

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