Modern Romance ((Julian)) PG13

[Cassandra Blackfire G7]

(This is a PG13 post. Prefect Guidance advised)

She was hot, sweaty, and dirty, and Cassandra hated being that way. Her wild mood swings were beginning to effect everyone in Gryffindor tower. Quidditch audtions started late because she had been busy with a particularly hard transfiguration essay. The first years were mad because she had glowered them down to the ground from her broom after two of them had decided to play chicken over the pitch. Her quidditch team was mad at her because she couldn't even tell them which plays she wanted to demonstrate during the audition. Half of the upper classmen were up in arms over her wild mood swings, and the others were just worried about them. The lower classman wanted to know how she was going to win them the Quidditch Cup for the fourth year in a row acting like this.

Most people had put two and two together, and figured out the cause of her dissatisfaction. No, they didn't know she was pregnant, but they did know she was sick in the head. Sick over one person: Julian Fallon. She had barely seen him since the opening feast. They only had one class together, and that was transfiguration. Unfortunately, transfiguration was the one class that she wanted to devote her full, undivided attention. That was hard when her husband was rubbing her knee under the table. After Julian had been caught doing that, the professor had separated them in class. Cassandra was extremely talented in transfiguration; achieving a full animagus form only last year. The professor wouldn't have her star student distracted by her hormones. Cass hadn't felt her husband's warm touch since that day.

Fortunately, the auditions today had put Cass in a better frame of mind. She liked to joke to her housemates that quidditch was her first love while Julian was a far second. It was thrilling to feel the wind in her hair and to smell the familiar grit of the pitch. Cass was almost in a good mood, and that was saying something since she hadn't described any of her days as good since the start of term. As she trudged to the prefect's bathroom (one of the special perks of being quidditch captain), she couldn't help but notice some of the students walking past her. It was just like Julian had said. The nasty stares were gone, the sneers had disappeared, and everything was almost at peace in Cass' life. Everything that is, except for the little person that was now living inside of Cassandra's stomach. It revolted every morning at the same time; sending Cassandra to the bathroom hoping that she didn't vomit on the floor. She wondered if anyone had noticed that she was being extra careful during auditions. Probably not, but she still hoped that no one would catch on. She had sort of panicked when she took a small tumble off of her broom, busting her lip. It was nothing though. She usually took falls ten times that bad during any given game. Cass was an extremely viscious player, but that was what made her a good beater. She wasn't afraid to take the hits, the falls, or the attacks from the other players. However, she wondered how much longer she would be able to do it. How much longer would she be able to spend any time with her first love?

She caught her reflection in one of the windows that lined the hallway. Cass looked a fright, but none of her housemates would of thought twice about it. They were used to seeing their captain coming into the common room nasty and bleeding. Dirt streaked angrily across her forehead. Her alabastar skinned amost looked tan because of the grunge. A thin red line trailed from a still bleeding cut from her lip. As she inspected her appearance, she wondered if she would need to have Madam Pomfrey look at the wound. It was gnarly, and would probably leave a pretty nasty scar if not treated. The left arm of her robes had actually been torn off during the match. Cass had knocked a second year off of their broom with her bat, and they had grabbed onto her arm so as not to fall to the ground. That kid had spunk trying to take Cassandra down with him. He was going to make a fine addition to the team.

She turned down the deserted corridor that only housed a vacant classroom and the bathroom. Ahead of her, she could see the door to that classroom open in front of her. She stopped to see who was about to come out. No one walked through the door, and started forward again. The door suddenly slammed shut with a loud creek. Cass shrugged her shoulders and thought, Probably Peeves. She began to pass the possessed door. Bang!!! The door opened again, and bounced loudly against the inside wall of the room. Arms enveloped Cassandra around her waist and pulled her in. Bang!!! The door hit the frame violently. Everything was happening so fast! Before she knew it, she was pushed up against the chalkboard. A little cloud of chalk dust floated around Cassandra as she realized that Julian was pushing himself up against her. Her blood intermixed with his saliva as he kissed her.

"Julian!" She cried as his mouth made its way down her neck. She gasped for air. She couldn't catch her breath. He said, "You always smell so good after quidditch!" between kisses. She moaned as his mouth went lower and lower. "Baby! Stop!" He didn't want to stop, and that was apparent by the increased urgency of his kisses. He had now pushed up her sweater to kiss her navel. Stopping to take a breath, Julian looked up with a huge, bad boy grin on his face. His lips were stained a little red by her blood. The sight took her breath away. That big grin didn't take long to turn into concern as he took a look at her face. He stood up looking hard into her eyes. "Cassandra! Who did this to you?" His eyes were almost molten anger. He was going to destroy anyone that harmed his darling wife.

Cassie smiled the half smile that she knew drove Julian crazy. "It's just Quidditch," she stated simply. You could tell now that he understood.

[Julian Fallon S7]

Julian had managed to find a way to escape all of the comments that still lingered in the Slytherin Common Room about him and his wife. He remembered hearing something in the sense of the Gryffindor Quidditch team holding auditions to fill their available slots on the team. This gave him an idea. There was an empty classroom just down the hall from the Prefect Bathroom, and he knew his Cassandra would use the prefect bathroom after the auditions to clean up before returning to her Common Room. This lead to his plan for finding some time to spend with his wife. He could put the empty classroom to some use. A smile stretched across his face as he thought of what he could do with the togetherness that they would have when he pulled her into the empty room with him.

Julian went to the empty classroom to prepare for what he had in mind. Moving the desks around so that the room seemed bigger, he waved his wand and placed a vase of roses on one of the tables near the door. He wasn't sure he would be able to control his other emotions though as it had been weeks since he had seen his wife anywhere other than Transfiguration. Those times that he and she had shared a table were ended when the teacher decided that she couldn't have her students distracted by anything or anyone. When she had split them up and made this announcement, Julian knew that regardless of the movement of his wife, the fact that she was still in the room would be enough of a distraction for him to not concentrate on a single word that was being said. He knew the spells, he wasn't worried about passing the class. He was worried about the beautiful brunette that was now a few tables away from him and the precious being that she now carried in her womb.

Julian tried to keep his thoughts pure but the pulses that raced through his body was making it difficult. After arranging the room, and charming a few pillows for them to sit on and some other things that would provide them a wonderful time alone, Julian thought he heard footsteps. Making a quick peek out the door, not wanting to be seen, he saw his beloved Darling walking toward the classroom door. A few more steps and his plan would take place without a flaw. One, Two, Three, Four. Julian counted her steps, knowing that her fifth step would put her in the exact place that he needed her to be. Just as her foot touched the floor, Julian sped out of the door, rushing her into the empty classroom in a blur. Without thinking about the baby, Julian's force slammed her up against the blackboard, spraying chalk dust in the air around them. His hands wandered her just as his mouth embraced hers.

Julian noticed that Cassandra's kisses tasted different, but it didn't register in his mind. He passed the salty taste of as just sweat from the auditions. He let his emotions take over and his mouth began to wander her body as she moaned his name. His mind was telling him to do so much more to her, but she asked him to stop. He looked up at her, and noticed that she was bleeding from the lip. Julian growled lightly, not at all pleased that someone had dared hurt Cassandra. He demanded to know what happened in as soft of a voice as he could manage seeing the blood. He now understood the salty taste in her kisses.

Julian began to calm down after Cassandra had explained that the injury had came from Quidditch auditions. It was better than someone daring to intentionally hurt her. He understood that she was likely to get hurt while playing or practing Quidditch, and he knew that there wasn't anything he could do to protect her from that. He began his onslaught of kisses again, starting in the same exact place that he had left off. He had prepared the room with food incase Cassandra was hungry but there was only one thing that Julian was thinking about at the moment. His thoughts wasn't what came out of his mouth though. "Did you have a good audition then?" He asked in between kisses.

Julian moved Cassandra from up against the blackboard to the pillows that he had covered the floor with. He wanted her to be comfortable and he knew that she couldn't be at the moment as she was up against the blackboard. "I've missed you so much. I thought we would never find a moment alone after the way we have been apart these last two weeks." He said calmly still thinking that he wished they were back home in Italy.

[Cassandra Blackfire G7]

“Julian, be serious!” Cass laughed out loud when he threw her down to the pillows on the floor. “I’m disgusting! How could you want to see this?” She motioned down to her dirty robes, grit caked boots, and dingy padding that seemed to cling to every part of her body. She took off the red covering that declared her ‘Captain Cassandra Blackfire’ in gold stitch on the left side of her chest. “I guess this is ruined. I’m going to need to order another one. It almost looks better without the sleeves.” She chucked it into a nearby trashcan. “I at least feel a little better now. At least one layer of muck is off me.” Julian looked at her with an evil twinkle in his eye. She could only giggle. It was so like a man.



“Now, now,” she teased, wagging her pointer finger in the air like she would at a young child. “I’ve got a meeting with Scott any minute now to work on strategy. The auditions went very well. I had one third year who is going to make an excellent chaser!” She said this almost too excitedly. Quidditch always put the wind back in her sails, and new fire in her heart. It was her first love after all. “I think he is about as vicious as I am. Julian, it was amazing!” Cass got up. She began to demonstrate everything to him. “He came plowing at me from my right side, and I struck at him with my bat. I wasn’t trying to make contact, mind you. I was only trying to make him flinch to see if he would keep steady on his broom. I’ve done that before, and most times the other player will swerve out of the way. Not him though! He grabbed my arm! He grabbed my arm, Julian! If he was going down, he was going to take me down with him! Oh, it was just awesome!” Cass gushed on this last sentence. New players always made her excited.



She had her back toward him as she explained this; so, she couldn’t see the expression that lined his face. Happiness and delight at seeing his beloved Cassandra had now turned into worry. She turned around when she realized that there was an oppressing silence in the room. Her boots skidded around on the wooden floor as she turned toward him. The concern in Julian’s face stopped her in mid-sentence. “I mean, I didn’t let him fall. I held him there in the air as long as I could.” His eyebrows furrowed. “Oh, what do you want me to do? Quidditch is a dangerous sport. If I stop playing now, everyone will know that something is going on.” She was beginning to sound like a whiny child. She had now decided not to tell him about Alex, the fourth year that had knocked her off her broom with a bludger. She had hit the ground hard because of that boy.



Julian’s arms were now crossed over his chest, and his head was shaking in a very disapproving manner. She didn’t know if this was an ‘I don’t want to hear it, or an ‘I disapprove of this’ shake. Why was he being so silent? Did he not know what to say, or what to do? He knew how much quidditch meant to her. It was the first and only sport she had been a good player. “Don’t do this to me! Don’t do this to me!” She pleaded with her husband. She could already feel the argument brewing on his perfectly formed lips. “I can’t sit this season out!” She was already beating him to the punch with her argument. “You know I want to play for the Harpies! I will never be able to get on with them if I’m sitting on the bench. Mary Evans and I are the two best beaters on the school circuit right now. I can’t let her catch the eye of the recruiters over me. She’s my biggest rival for a spot on that team!”



Did Julian know how much the two girls warred against each other during the season? It remained to be seen if he would choose his house over his wife. Would he go so far as to encourage his wife to quit the game of quidditch, with the excuse of protecting the baby, because he wanted Mary to have an extra advantage? If Mary, the Slytherin captain, got to play for a professional quidditch team, it would bring his house a lot of glory. She could see the wheels turning in his head. There was no way Cass could refuse a mandate from her husband


(We apologize for keeping our readers waiting... It's all Julian's fault)

[Julian Fallon S7]

Julian almost couldn't control himself when it came to his wife after all of the time they had spent away from each other. Even as he sat trying to act like he was upset with her for getting hurt in Quidditch, he couldn't take his eyes off of the way she looked. No one would have ever suspected just how turned on he was by the way Cassandra looked after a practice or a match. He had never let anyone know, not even Cassandra.

He listened as Cassandra told him about the auditions. She was so excited and for the first time in weeks, she seemed like the Cassandra that had first caught his eye. Not that he loved the moody, depressed Cassandra that he had been with the last time they had been together, but this Cassandra that he stared at now with an expression of worry and fear made his heart warm again, and made him want to smile even though he was so worried about her and the baby. Julian knew of Cassandra's and Mary's war against each other. It had taken place as long as they had both been on the house teams, and didn't show any signs of slacking up. Now they were both chasing after the same spot on the same team, and while Julian should have more house pride, the love of his wife and giving her everything her heart desired was taking over. He wanted her to play Quidditch as long as she was able to, he wanted her to get her spot on the Harpies, and now he was afraid that he had messed that all up for her.

Cassandra noticed the furrowed look on his face as she turned around. Listening to her whine because of a simple head gesture and a look made Julian smile just a little. He didn't want Cassandra to see that he was amused by it. It would ultimately become her secret weapon if she only knew what hearing her whine did to him. "I wouldn't ask you to give up Quidditch, I want you to have that spot just as much as you want it yourself. I'm only worried about you and the baby. I know it's a dangerous sport, and all I can ask of you is to be as careful as possible." Julian moved closer to his wife, taking her in his arms. "I would never ask you to give up your dream, but only ask you to be safe."

Julian let out a sigh, imagining how he was going to watch her play from the stands. He wouldn't be able to miss a game for he would want to be there, secretly cheering for her if he weren't able to find a spot that would allow him to do it alloud, but at the same time he would be cringing and hoping for the best as every bludger and player came flying her way. There was no way to keep her out of harm's way, and he knew this. Julian leaned in, kissing his wife passionately, "Now can we get back to where we were?" He asked throwing a sideways glance toward the pillows.

(sorry it's crappy... it's after midnight, I ended up studying all day after finishing the laundry and I recalled that I promised to get this spit out)

[Cassandra Blackfire G7]

She relaxed. At least she didn’t have to fight Mary for Julian. Every time she brought up another woman’s name, an ice block the size of the Artic formed in her stomach. Cass felt that she had to fight every woman in the world for her husband. Julian smiled at her from the floor. What a devilish smile! It was so wicked! “No, we cannot get back to what we were doing!” Men! “The shower is calling, and I’m disgusting!” Shaking her hair out of her eyes, dirt loosened itself from her hair. She could see it float lazily to the ground in the late afternoon sun. He wasn’t moving from the spot. A plate of food stood ready and waiting nearby. Cass’ stomach growled. Sighing, she relented. “Okay, I am starving.” Cass sat beside Julian on the floor. Putting her legs out in front of her, she began to remove the bulky padding from her legs. She tossed each piece into the corner where it landed with a dull thud. Her heavy quidditch boots came off next. She might as well be comfortable since it seemed that she was going to be there for a while.



She picked a strawberry off the tray. “You could have picked a better place to accost me, you know? Are you trying to get us caught? Are we breaking all the rules now?” Julian nodded his head, agreeing with her. She stretched like a cat. Her feet in her long, white socks were straight out in front of her. Once Julian had made a decision about something, it was hard to get him to change his mind. She really wished that he wouldn’t try to plan these little meetings. It seemed like they were doing something wrong. Well, they were. They were breaking not only school rules, but house traditions. Cass was a proud Gryffindor, and Julian was from a long line Slytherins. She felt like they were a modern day Romeo and Juliet. Star crossed lovers, who although happy together, would never be able to find peace in their relationship.



They sat in silence as they ate. It was close to dinner time. Students would soon be filling the Great Hall in droves to enjoy the supple feast that would be waiting for them. Would anybody notice that they were gone? She wasn’t sure why she was worried about getting caught. They would have at least two hours together before any prefect would think to come up here. They were finally alone. It had been two weeks since they had been able to stand near each other, let alone talk, without hundreds of prying eyes looking at them. “So,” Cass began. “How’s the year been? We haven’t had time recently to talk about the mundane things in life.” She took a sip from a nearby glass she had assumed that Julian had poured for her. Bitter, dark liquid touched her tongue. “Oh, God! Julian! More wine! This stuff is foul!” She pushed it away with enough force to knock it over and break the glass. They both jumped up in unison. Julian grabbed the crumpled quidditch robes out of the waste can and began to mop up the mess. It seeped through the fabric leaving angry red stains. If anyone had seen the robes, they would think that Cassandra was injured far beyond what she actually was. The floor was finally dry. Julian held the fabric up in the air, and looked at it thoughtfully. What was he thinking about? Could he actually be imagining that it was her blood, and not the wine, staining the robes? It hurt her to see him worry about like that. It was physically painful for her to see him upset.



He suddenly tossed the clothing into the garbage. Julian was trying to exude his usual casual, non-challant attitude. It wasn’t working. He was obviously shaken by whatever he had imagined. “Julian, come here,” she patted the floor beside her. She took his hands into hers when he did so. He had just spent two months trying to keep her sanity intact. It was time for her to return the favor. “You know, we never finished our game,” she began to trace patterns on his knee with her finger. She teased him with her eyes. “Don’t you remember? Our little game of truth or dare out on the lawn. We never finished, and I think it is my turn.”

[Julian Fallon S7]

Julian could only smile as Cassandra asked if he could not have picked a more romantic place to accost her at. This had been the only place that he could have thought to catch her by herself, and be able to spend time with her. Who would go looking for either of them after her Quidditch practice? No one bothered Julian now that he was spending more time to himself. He still had a few friends that he spent time with, but very few. Everyone would be gathering in the Great Hall for dinner soon, so he knew that there wouldn’t be prefects making their way to the bathroom for an hour or longer at least. No one ever noticed if Julian was missing from his table, they had gotten used to him staring at the Gryffindor table and leaving frustrated about fifteen minutes into dinner. He wasn’t able to stand being in the same room with Cassandra and not be able to touch or talk to her. He needed to feel her skin and hear her voice. Being in the room with her, catching a whiff of her scent across the room if the wind blew the wrong way in the classes that they shared was hard enough on him to make him want to leave class. He never did leave though, knowing that she would be worried that something was wrong. He didn’t need Cassandra worrying about any more than she already had to.

“It’s been tolerable. As well as expected without being able to hold you.” Julian really wanted to get back to what they had been previously doing, but Cassandra insisted on talking, and he would give in to her every whim. “It has no alcohol in it. I would never give you wine with alcohol in it in your condition. It wouldn’t be safe for the baby.” Julian shook his head shocked that Cassandra would actually think that he could be so inconsiderate. He jumped as Cassandra accidently broke her wine goblet. Not thinking, he grabbed her torn Captain’s robe and began to mop up the dark colored wine. He hadn’t imagined that the red of the wine would show so well in the color of the robe. Looking at the way it favored the color of blood on a robe that belonged to Cassandra made him sick to his stomach. How could he ever deal with it if he actually found blood covering her clothes the way that the wine now did. How could he ever deal with it if he found her that bloody. Julian hoped that the shock and sickness wasn’t showing on his face, but he knew it would be and he knew that Cassandra would read it all too well. He quickly through the battered and torn robe back in the trash can, and turned to look at Cassandra. He moved to sit beside her as she asked and listened to her. “I recall our game that night, I recall it was what lead to our feelings for each other. I believe you are right though, I don’t think we ever finished our game, and I jumped ahead of your turn, so you are right, it is your turn. What do you have in mind?” He gazed at Cassandra curiously.


(not that great but here it is)

[Cassandra Blackfire G7]

“What do I have in mind? Hmmm…,” Cass pulled away from Julian. His arms had found a way to wrap themselves around her. “I don’t know. You were the one who pulled me in here. I’m innocent party.” Her wicked green eyes gave away that pretense. She watched as Julian relaxed and leaned back to rest on the palms of his hands. Julian’s eyes looked up at her under his eyelashes daring her to do something crazy. She didn’t feel like doing anything crazy. She only wanted to take a shower. A long, hot shower that steamed up the entire bathroom seemed so good at the moment. Cass could almost feel the warm water trickling down her body. Something hot and thick began to dribble down her chin. She wiped it away with her hand. Looking down, she saw that it was blood. Her lip was still bleeding.

“Julian, I really think I need to get into the shower. This isn’t the appropriate time for this. I thought we had agreed to be…good.” She tried to come up with a good word to describe their pact from this summer. “Don’t you remember that? The whole ‘we need to get out of school’ conversation we had. I thought you were going to stay in your part of the castle, and I was going to stay in mine.” She crossed her arms across her chest. “I’m not sure what your exact words were, but I think you quoted them to me every night before we went to bed.” She smiled a teasing smile. “Mmmhmmm.” Cass cleared her throat and tried to imitate Julian’s deep voice. “I need to get this out of my system before September, Cassandra. It’s going to be a long time yet to graduation.” She put her hands on her hips, and then stuck her hip out in a defiant gesture. “I think that type of mentality is what got me into this predicament to begin with.”

Julian nodded his head and lunged at his wife. She didn’t push him away. His cool hands slithered over her warm skin warming them. “Rawr,” Cass said as she pulled away in a ferocious kitten sort of way. Julian snickered as he took her face in his hands. “Well, if I’ve got to play truth or dare, then I think we should play a real game. I really need a shower, and I think I need someone to doctor my lip.” Julian leaned and pressed his lips against her again. “I can’t really go see Madame Pomfrey. Our little lioness would be out of the bag, wouldn’t she?” She cocked her head to the right. “Would you like to accompany me?”