Twinsensibility Part Thirty Three

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I hereby declare this day to be Twinsday. We are skipping Thursday this week and will go directly to Friday. */royal decree*

Maribeth frowned when she saw Lorcan draped over his brother like a clinging vine. Lysander glared at her possessively and looped his arm more tightly around Lorcan’s waist. She gave him a venomous look in return. She wished Lysander would just go away. He was constantly there, lurking around Lorcan and it was beginning to be creepy.

In fact, had she not known better, while she was walking up the stairs, it had almost looked like they were kissing!

Lorcan’s eyes glittered nearly silver even though he smiled warmly at her. She felt a jolt of unease. There was something contradictory in his gaze that puzzled her.

She shook off her misgivings and selected a wheedling tone. “Lorcan, you said you would come and help me study. You know how brilliant you are at Transfigurations and I need help desperately.” She sidled closer and put a hand out to touch his arm. Her eyes met Lysander’s evenly when she pressed her lips close to Lorcan’s ear and said, “I’ll find a way to reward you properly.”

She thought she felt Lorcan shiver and felt a flare of satisfaction when Lysander’s blue eyes narrowed to slits. Lorcan’s breath huffed out as his brother’s arms tightened. Maribeth gave Lysander a shark-like smile.

“Yeah. Studying. Okay,” Lorcan said somewhat breathlessly.

“Where?” Lysander demanded, as though he held the reins to Lorcan’s leash.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” she snapped.

“The library,” Lorcan replied.

Maribeth pouted, but when Lorcan pulled away from Lysander and took her hand, she knew she would be able to convince him to study somewhere else after a quick foray into the library. Her idea involved an empty classroom and lots of heavy snogging. Finally, finally, Lorcan Scamander was hers.

Maribeth slammed into her dorm room and threw her books on the bed angrily. One of them skidded off and thumped onto the floor on the other side. She kicked at her roommate’s shoe and it narrowly missed the window, bouncing off the sill instead.

She felt like screaming with frustration. Damn that Lily Potter! Damn her to hell and back again! Maribeth pulled out her wand and Transfigured the offending shoe into a toad and then hit it with a Reducto. It exploded, spraying green bits all over her roommate’s bed and part of the floor. The sight only made her feel better for a moment.

She threw herself on the bed and stared up at the ceiling, plotting revenge. They had gone to the library and Maribeth had chosen a small table in a dark corner. Lorcan had been delightfully nonplussed, quickly opening books and nearly babbling about complex spell theory. A beautiful blush had tinted his cheeks when Maribeth had put her hand on his thigh and allowed her fingers to rise closer and closer to the vee of his trousers.

And then Lily Potter had breezed in with her pet Parkinson. Ignoring the perfectly open bench across from Maribeth and Lorcan, Lily had shoved her way onto the space next to Lorcan, forcing them to budge over until Maribeth was fairly crushed against the wall. The pressure of Lorcan’s hip would have been far more welcome without the cold stone gouging her on the opposite side.

Lily had prattled on and on about not having seen the boys in ages and ages and they should have lunch together, and how did Lorcan like Potions class and oh, dear, were they interrupting anything important? Maribeth ran through the words in her head with a mocking tone and punched her pillow. She had chimed in that of course they were very busy with homework, at which point Lily had offered to help.

The fucking bitch even had the gall to put her arm around Lorcan’s shoulders before launching into a theoretical discussion that had obviously sent Lorcan over the moon with Ravenclawish glee. The conversation had bored Maribeth witless. Everyone knew Lily Potter was a fucking genius at Transfiguration, but Maribeth was surprised she even knew some of the terms she was tossing at Lorcan. For the most part, Potter and Company had been known as a gang of over-privileged thugs and troublemakers.

Abby Parkinson had promptly dropped her head onto the table and fallen asleep.

Despite several very obvious hints, Lily had refused to leave until a Ravenclaw student had dropped by with a message that Professor Longbottom needed to speak to Lorcan. Even then, the horrific bitch had offered to accompany Lorcan. Maribeth had nearly hexed her, but instead she had placed a soft kiss on Lorcan’s cheek and suggested he stop by the Slytherin dungeons immediately after his meeting with Longbottom. He had smiled at her, somewhat dreamily, and nodded, easing her rage somewhat.

Rage that had returned in full force when she had paused at the door to look back, and noticed Lily Potter fluffing Lorcan’s hair. Instead of glaring at her, he had gazed at her almost fondly before spelling his hair back into its usual perfection.

Despite her request, Lorcan did not seek her out. After trying to distract herself for nearly an hour—where could he be?—she finally locked the door with a spell and snatched up her small crystal ball. It took another quarter of an hour to centre herself enough to calm the swirling mist, but finally it settled and allowed her a glimpse of her beloved.

She was momentarily surprised when his naked back came into view first, and even more surprised when a pale hand dropped into sight, splaying over Lorcan’s shoulder. The slender fingers dug into Lorcan’s skin and Maribeth gasped in horrified wonder when she realized Lorcan—her Lorcan!—was making love to someone else. Someone who was not her!

She nearly cracked the crystal in agitation and the mists reappeared immediately, blocking her sight. Only her need to know who kept her from launching the globe into the stone wall.

Fighting sobs and trying to convince herself that it was not what it seemed, Maribeth struggled to bring back the vision.

Finally, after massive effort, the fog settled again and she grimly focussed on pulling back in order to catch a glimpse of Lorcan’s fuck buddy, because, obviously it could be nothing but physical release, since Lorcan loved her.

However, it looked anything but casual, judging by the way Lorcan’s hands gripped the pale hips as he thrust with slow, methodical strokes, and kissed the blond-haired whore with a passion he had never displayed toward Maribeth.

Her breath hitched at the sight and she felt a hand clench around her heart. How could he, when he loved her? The potion had worked, of that she was certain. How could he?

She steeled herself when the kiss ended and Lorcan slowly drew back to reveal the face of her new nemesis. Nothing could have prepared her for the sight.

Lysander.