Spilled Ink (Jonathan)

Sierra sat in her favorite spot in the whole library. A tiny corner in the back, right by the window. She would sometimes curl up back there and work on homework, or new songs, or she would come here to just get away from everything. Hardly anyone bothered her back here, and she loved it. She pulled out some parchment, a quill, and an ink bottle. She began working on her potions essay.

The assignment was a 500 word essay on the use of the Bezoar and the benefits it has and how it can save you. She searched her brain for any information she could recall about the bezoar. But she was just drawing up a blank. She groaned in frustration and grabbed her text book from her bag. She hated having to use her book. She was supposed to be smart. Why couldn’t she remember this stuff on her own? She heard a bunch of people in the back of the library making a bunch of noise. She shook her head and sighed, most people didn’t even know Hogwarts had a library.

She began reading the pages of her text book and let the information swarm her mind. She began writing her essay. She wrote about how a bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons. The Bezoar is an object that is usually made of hair, plant fibre, or similar indigestible matter that stays in the gut of an animal and forms a hard ball or "stone".

She was almost finished with her essay, when someone knocked over her ink bottle. Therefore, causing ink to spill all over her stuff including her almost finished essay! She jumped up to avoid getting ink all over her and gasped. “What the hell!”

It was the most dreaded month of the year. O.W.L.s season was in, and the thought brought a bitter taste to Jonathan's tongue. He didn't know what specific date his O.W.L.s were planned, but he knew they were coming any second now. For the past week, he has found himself locked away in his dorm to study with little to no breaks. He need to do extremely well, especially on the DADA O.W.L. There hasn't been a lesson in the class at all this year so there will probably not be an O.W.L. for that subject, but he need to be prepared for anything!

But fortunately to his content, Sierra had talked him into ditching his lonely dorm to come join her in the Library. He suppose it wouldn't be much of a difference, however he considered the fact of being distracted by Sierra whether it be by her means or simply by his own. It would be great if he could just take some time to relax, but he needed to keep on top of his work and grades.

Jonathan had arrived momentarily at the library, strolling across the room in a swift yet silent motion. As his hazel eyes began to search for his lovely girlfriend, his ears bested them. The boy's attention was drawn to Sierra, seeing her yell at some boy that must have done something pretty ridiculous to get her so agitated. He felt a sense of anger rise inside of him, an emotion not often to appear from someone like him.

He waited until the boy left Sierra to her lonely table before walking over to approach her. He hoped he didn't look too bad; Jonathan had hardly slept in days, and didn't really pay too much over his appearance apart from his recent haircut he did himself two days ago. "What was that all about?" Jonathan questioned as he sat down beside her. His eyes were heavy and his facial expression was rather rugged, besides his gleeful smile. "Sounded like quite the quarrel."

Sierra groaned as an idiot Gryffindor spilled ink all over her paper. Next thing she knew, she was in a screaming match with him and wands were drawn. “Try me little Lion Cub. I dare you.” She scowled at the boy and growled to herself.

But he ran off. Good riddance. She frowned at her ruined paper, “What am I going to do.” She sat back down in a huff of depression and held her face in her hands. She wondered when Jonathan was. She had asked him to meet her to help her study. A voice answered her question.

She pulled her face away from her hands and frowned at him, “Hi baby.” She sighed before giving him a small kiss. “Some idiot spilled ink all over my work. The Prat… hes lucky I didn’t hex his arse off.” She got a good look at him and her frown deepened, “Jonathan, when was the last time you slept. And don’t lie to me. You look awful, baby.”

"He's lucky all you did was shout at him." Jonathan glance down at Sierra's ruin essay. No doubt she would have to rewrite the whole thing, but at least he was here to assist her this time. "However, I'm pretty sure that would have gotten you into deep trouble for hexing him," He replied, though he couldn't help but smirk at her rebellious attitude. Sierra was always entertaining.

Jonathan let out a heavy sigh that dragged out from his lips. "To be quite honest I'm not too sure. Three days maybe?" All the boy could even remember was his endless hours of cramming facts into his brain. He never understood why he had this bad habit when he was aware of his high intelligence. His worked up nerves and worries often pestered his mind in these ways, which often irritated him. "I must look quite the mess, don't I?"

"Will you help me re write it?" She asked as she batted her eyelashes at her boyfriend. She stuck her lip out in a pout. She knew he would help her. He always did. SHe smiled and kissed him softly.

"Three days!? Thats so unhealthy Jonathan." She was tempted to tell him to march his cute little butt back up to his common room and sleep... But she needed him. "As soon as we are done here, we are going to your common room and you are taking a nap. I'm taking away your books until you get some sleep." She crossed her arms defiantly and gave him a look that said dont even bother arguing. Im not giving in.

Jonathan raised his head slightly and turned his attention back to Sierra. She was giving him that cute look that he could never ignore. "Of course I will, darling," he answered sincerely, though there was still a hint of tiredness in his voice.

He soon returned his head into his hands and released a petty groan as he listened to Sierra as she began to scowl him. Jonathan knew that it was unhealthy and it was a bad habit, but he felt compelled to continue studying. Failing was a nightmare he did not wish to become a reality. He chuckled at her concern and worry, however he found himself flinching at the mentioning that she would take away his novels. He loved his novels. "Alright, alright..." Jonathan agreed, showing her a sheepish smile. "I'll help you then get some rest. Just for you, darling."

Sierra smiled victoriously. "Good boy. Maybe I can take a nap with you." She winked playfully and pulled out a fresh parchment. "The assignment if for potions. The benefits of Bezoars." She started writing but was soon distracted by her sexy boyfriend.

Screw it. She would not be able to foxus with him there. She grabbed him by his shirt and kissed him. She loved the feeling of his lips against hers. She smiled and deepened the kiss. "Jonathan...." She moaned. She didnt want the kiss to end.

"Potions huh?" Jonathan sat up straight and focused. He need his brain to function correctly if he was to assist his girl friend. Jonathan started to dig deep into his mind. He wasn't the greatest at crafting potions but he wasn't too bad either. "Bezoars..... Bezoars...," he muttered lost in thought.

He learned it last year towards the beginning of the new year-- in March, if he was not mistaken. "Ah, well Bezoars are rather good for--" Jonathan turned around and noticed Sierra extremely close to his face. "Um... Sierra, is something wrong, darling?" His question was answered with a kiss. Sierra always gave these surprised kisses which often flustered him to no end.

Her forward actions left him speechless in a good way and made his heart race. Jonathan kissed her back with a matching passion but found that Sierra was much more dominate than he was. He didn't mind though, his shyness often kept him from making the first mood. Hearing Sierra moan his name made his face flush a rosy red.

Jonathan couldn't find his words, Sierra's kiss was like a seducing toxin to his mouth. He pulled her closer, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist.

Sierra moaned when he pulled her closer to him. She pulled on his shirt, practically ripping it off. She loved kissing him. She climbed into his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. She wanted to go down to the snake pit so she could be alone with him. "Lets get out of here." She whispered sexily in his ear. She kissed his ear gently, nipping it playfully. She rubbed his arm and kissed down his neck, "Come on baby." She giggled playfully and smiled. She wanted to be alone with him. Wherever that was, she didnt care. As long as he was by her side. "Can we? Please, baby, please?

So many different thoughts rushed through his mind. No doubt Sierra was planning something more or less suggestive to her intimate actions. His mind said no, filled with the fear of the unknown. But his heart and body argued a hell yes, curiously welcoming the surprising turn of events. "Fine, fine," he agreed, attempting to push aside his mind's conflicts. Why did Sierra have to shove him out of his comfort zone? No doubt she enjoyed see the other side of him; his confident side he had always hidden away. Jonathan gentle lifted his girlfriend off of his lap and got up to his feet. "Where do you want to go?"