Twice Upon A Time (Rab, open)

[Lyra Newbury]

She was an idiot. It was all Rystain's fault that she thought she needed to change her M.O. and fall in love. If he had just kept things the same she never would have been crushed by him and that whore Lani. And Julian wouldn't have been called to her aid, leading her to find feelings for him as well. Those sorts of emotions were dangerous and only opened yourself up to pain and jealousy. If Lyra wanted to stop hurting, she'd return to the girl that felt nothing but pleasure and cared only for herself. She'd keep Ethan around of course, he wanted to be her friend and friends weren't dangerous. Not like boyfriends and fiancees and full time lovers.

Lyra turned to the dorms after Julian left her. But she did not take the stairwell that led to the girls dormitories. Instead she stepped purposefully onto the stairs heading towards the boys rooms, one room in particular. Rabastan would ease these emotions. He had a way of making a girl overwhelmed with passion while feeling nothing at all, which was exactly what she needed. Meaningless, passionate sex. The door was shut when reached it, and she pressed her ear against the wood to hear if there were voices on the other side. She heard nothing, but that didn't deter her. Lyra knocked on the door, unbuttoning the top buttons on her blouse as she waited.

[Rabastan Lestrange]

Rabastan was, regretfully, alone. But he would only consider it regretful until he saw Lyra, and then he would find that his solitude had been a fortunate thing, indeed.

The rest of his dorm mates were all off, doing Merlin only knew what, though he had his theories. Rystain was never away from Lani any more, and Devon was probably out seducing some poor lamb.

When Rabastan answered the door, the room was clean and held no evidence of what he'd been doing... which had been writing a letter. It was personal, and whoever was knocking didn't need to know.

"Lyra." His eyebrows went up, and he stopped himself from smiling. "Come in," he said, opening the door wider and stepping to the side.

[Lyra Newbury]

Lyra walked past the handsome Slytherin and into the room, taking a quick scan to find they were alone. Good. She faced Rabastan and stepped forward so that her breasts were touching his chest, her hands on his collar. Her fingers caressed the material of his shirt as she looked up into his eyes. "You're not busy, are you?" she asked softly. She pressed herself up to him, feeling the warmth of his skin against hers.