Hobbies

Damian dug a handful of sickles and knuts from his pocket. He really needed to start rationing his funds a bit more. Theolynne had left all her savings to him when she died, but his sister had been far from rich. Maybe he should get a part time job. Would his master let him get a part time job? It was either that, or stop buying his own potions ingredients, but then how did he make potions?

He needed a less expensive hobby. Besides fighting with training dummies.

Pocketing the money, Damian continued through the herbology shop, looking for the ingredients he needed for a new potion he wanted to try brewing. Anything that was more of a challenge than what they 'learned' in class.

Teetering on her tiptoes, braid thrown over her shoulder in almost a threatening manner, Iva reached towards the highest self with great strain. Her height restricted her reach, keeping the tiny bottle of Unicorn hair out of her grasp. The shop keeper was watching with amusement and annoyance- if the vials of the most expensive item were spilt, he'd have to wring the child's neck.

"You need help, sweetie?"

"No!" Iva shot back, the employee's kindness ignored, "It won't be special if I do not get it myself!"

The bottle skimmed her fingers, finally rolling into her palm. She relaxed back down, a small smile of content arising. "There. I told you." She waved the bottle in the air, sneering, "Now his present will be special,"

Damian reached over the girl's head to grab a vial off the shelf so he could examine it. His gaze lingered a moment on the bottles of unicorn hair and horn that were also on the shelf. He technically could have bought some, but he shouldn't. Unicorn tail hair and horn were expensive, and he didn't need them for any of the potions he usually brewed.

"I think you've shrunk," he drawled. She hadn't, of course; Damian hadn't actually meant to say it. In fact, he hadn't intended to address the girl, at all. His gaze stayed on the vial as he peered at its contents, his words the only indication that he had noted her existence.

Iva didn't even bother to turn around to face the boy. His presence had scared her; Usually the person you were shopping for didn't appear out of no where. She resisted the temptation of leaning back on to him, remembering his last reaction well enough.

"If you only here to insult me, you're doing a crappy job," she noted softly, crossing her arms over her chest. Suddenly, the idea of an apology seemed horrible. He didn't want an apology, did he? Curling her shoulders and ducking her head, she snapped, "And if you are here to fight- just do it already,"

"I'm here," Damian responded, "to get potions ingredients. If I were going to insult you, you'd know. And if I fought with you, Asric would have my head. Yours, too, for that matter."

He returned the vial to the shelf in favor of another one, before looking at her. "It'd hardly be much of a fight, anyway - certainly not for the amount of trouble I'd get into. I could take on about three of you without even breaking a sweat.

"You haven't changed your shampoo," Damian noted, though he continued without pause, as though he hadn't even said it.

"What are you doing here, then? You've never struck me as a fan of potions or herbology." He plucked the bottle she held from her hand to examine its contents. "What're we making, then?" Damian gave her an amused smirk. "Something fun?" The boy held the unicorn hair out for her to take, again.

Iva turned to face the boy, annoyance in the face, but her eyes idyllic. She had missed this sort of banter- not that she'd ever admit it. "Chaos would blame you, you know. I'd tell him you started it and he'd probably condone my behavior," She gave a snug smirk, "And I'd probably lose. It's true. But I'd totally break your nose,"

The Russian looked visibly startled at the hair comment, her thoughts thrown completely off track. Was that a good thing? It must be; he never complained about it. A faint blush rose to her face as she ducked her head and let him take the vial.

"It's for a friend. Potions are boring," she snapped, reaching out to take it back, "Why would I bother to make stupid things like that?"

She fidgeted, sick of feeling awkward. She reached up and grabbed his shoulder to pull herself up and him down. Her face near his ear, she took a deep before pulling away, straight faced. "Hm. You've changed yours."

"Probably," Damian replied.

A smirk pulled at his lips at her response. He won.

"Potions are incredibly useful. You can do almost everything with the right potion, you know." The boy took a half-step closer to her, blue eyes fixed intently on hers. "Everything from disappearing... to flying... to bringing back the dead. Hardly a boring art."

Damian's expression fell into a boyish grin and he gave a small laugh, the effect lighting up his eyes. "I use whatever's on hand," he remarked. "You always do that, you know."

Iva stepped backwards, her back against the shelves. Her blue eyes sparkled, tempted to just kiss him right then and there. Something about him today was just... invigorating. She attempted to stay calm however; Staying in control was nessicary.

"Something about watching a potion boil," she formed the words slowly, almost as an invitation, "Is just so boring. I could think of so many more entertaining things,"

She raised an eyebrow at the boy, a smug look on her face, "I know what you're doing. You're going to explain how I do something stupid and make me blush or something. Well, that may wrong on J.J. or who ever your new girl is, but it doesn't work on me,"

"Is that so?" Damian raised a brow. He put a hand on the shelf beside her, limiting her escape routes. He could hear the way her heart picked up pace and he found he rather liked that he had caused such a response in her.

He leaned closer to her, almost as though to kiss her, before bringing his lips to her ear, instead. "That's what timer spells are for," he murmured.

The boy looked at her again, a self-satisfied smirk crossing his features. "Actually, I was going to point out that every time you feel awkward, you change the subject, or you try to make the other person feel awkward, too." His face was close enough that his breath brushed against her lips as he spoke.

"By the way," his tone deepened ever-so-slightly, "you're the only one I make blush. On purpose, anyway."

Damian pulled back and stepped away.

Swallowing the lump that had risen in her throat, Iva had to hold herself back from turning her head and completeing the kiss. She was mentally cursing him for all this... temptation in a place like this, especially when... when... Hell, she didn't even know anymore. Her heartbeat was drowning out most of her reasoning at this point.

"Well," she whispered, trying to figure out a whitty come back, "What do you do in the mean time?" Her hand had found its way to his hip, holding tightly before falling back to her side. Damn, she was blushing again. He was right, of course, but she didn't want him to know that. Lips quivered n anticipation, expect the contact that never came.

The Russian's eyes flickered to where the shopkeeper was, checking to make sure no one else was around. Once she was sure, she stepped towards him, eyes burnings, and whispered, voice low, "You're so hot when you tease, you know that?"

Damian closed the remaining distance between them as she stepped towards him, his eyes boring into hers.

"And you," he murmured, tone a bit gravelly, "are so hot when you're turned on." He pressed a hand into the small of her back, pulling her body flush against his before his lips crashed against hers, tongue demanding entrance to her mouth, with not a thought of who might see them.

Iva had only a moment to blush before the two collided and her hands tangled in his hair. The force... Iva couldn't help but let let a soft moan. Quickly, She opened his mouth to him, wobbling on the tips of her toes. THe Slytherin leaned into his grip, her tongue battling for dominance for a second before giving up.

Her mouth broke away from his and went to his jaw, dotting kisses and bites to his ear, where she whispered sweet nothings in quick Russian before going back to the kiss. She tugged on his hair, hard, already tired of being on her toes.

Damian took great pleasure in ravishing Iva's mouth, breath hitching in his throat when she broke away to trail nips and kisses along his jaw and ear. He made a faint growling sound in the back of his throat as their lips met once more.

He responded to the sharp yank to the hair by leaning down, just a bit, his hand tangling in her own locks. Finally, Damian broke off the kiss, bringing his lips back to her ear.

"Ty moya," he whispered raggedly. "Ty ne mozhesh smotretʹ na kogo-to yeshche." Damian nuzzled her ear, then gave it a sharp nip before stepping back from her. Letting his gaze rake over her slowly, he gave a small smirk, then made his way to the counter to pay for his items.

Regardless of how she felt about his declaration, it was true. Iva belonged to him, and him alone.

Iva gasped at the nip, yet remained still as the boy pulled away. Her hands fell to her sides, mouth open in mid thought, but didn't attempt to stop the boy. Instead, she slowly followed him, still dazed from the kiss. She had missed that, truly. She was stupid for thinking about Tre, she admitted.

"Well," She followed behind the boy, her normal emotion taking over again as she leaned against the counter, "Does this mean we're back together?"

Damian paid out the amount for his purchases before turning to look at the girl. The shopkeeper appeared distinctly amused, and Damian duly ignored him.

"That depends," Damian replied. He took her by one hand and tugged her closer so that she would have to tilt her head back to look up at him. He gazed at her seriously. "Are you still confused?"

Iva grumbled as he paid the man, impatient as ever. She refused to look up at him, even as she was pulled into his chest. She eyed the shop keeper and nuzzled the hufflepuff's chest with a growl.

"You are embarrassing me, Dame," she stated blankly, "And I thought we already clarified how I felt," A hand snaked behind his back, "You aren't very clever,"

Damian smirked, wrapping an arm about her shoulders. "I am extremely clever," he countered, "I just happen to be a bit spiteful, as well.

"Now, are you going to pay for that unicorn hair? Or are we staying here the rest of the day? Because, honestly, I can think of... better places to be."

Iva snorted and pushed the boy away from her, vaguely amused. He had gotten a bit cocky since they last spoke and she couldn't help but enjoy that. It was nice to let someone else be the dominate personality for once. She placed the vial on the counter, but waved away the shopkeeper's gaze.

"I do not need it anymore, actually," she replied, heading for the door. Better place to be? Was that a hint? Or does he want to get something to eat? Probably. Food was good. "Come on, I wanna buy ice cream now. I'm hungry,"

Damian raised a brow. "Giving up your potion-brewing aspirations so easily?" he teased. Smirking in amusement, the boy followed after her, catching her about the waist from behind as they exited the shop.

"Ice cream, huh," Damian murmured, pressing several slow kisses down the side of her neck before bringing his lips back to her ear. "I guess I could go for ice cream."

A small groan escaped the back of her throat as Iva leaned back into the boy. Her eyes fluttered shut, her body longing for more and more. She wanted to lean over and kiss him in the street right there, that dirty teased, but managed to refrain.

"I guess we could skip the ice cream," she murmured, voice thick, as she pressed a kiss to his neck, "And just go somewhere else,"

Damian smirked at her response, a hand resting flat against her stomach as he placed another slow, deliberate kiss against the corner of her jaw.

"I rather like that idea," he said, his own tone coming out the faintest bit huskily. He was doing it entirely on purpose. His breath hitched slightly as she pressed a kiss to his own throat. Damian gazed down at her intently. "I like that idea, very much."

Her blues glittered with anticipation as her lips held back a soft whimper. His lips on her skin always did this, especially in the neck area. Why could she cause this affect on him? She pouted slightly at the thought.

"Then, find somewhere comfortable," Iva whispered in response, her voice cracked. She nudged him back with her shoulder, aware of an audience around them, "Somewhere clean... somewhere we can be... alone,"

The Russian pulled away from her boyfriend with a nonchalant smile, her hips swinging more than usual. She ran a hand through her hair to tame it again, before tilting her head to watch the boy as she walked away.

"You know, I never did get those Puffle Panties," she recalled before picking up the place, "Not that you'd ever see them, of course." She tried her best at being coy, which fell a bit flat on her lips, "You don't want to see them anyway,"

Damian allowed her to walk away several steps, openly appreciating the view. He caught up in a few strides, catching her hand in his, giving a short laugh.

"I think you just like saying 'Puffle Panties'," he replied, then lowered his tone. "But you're right. I wouldn't really wanna see... them, anyway." Raising their joined hands, he pressed a kiss to the back of her hand.

"I know the perfect place we can be alone, and talk. We could discuss potions," Damian drawled impishly.

Iva took his hand in hers, giving his a soft squeeze. Her strides soon matched up with his, a feat her short legs struggled with. She swung her arm playfully, obviously happy the two were back together.

"I like the word panties, actually," she replied, "It is a fun English word, like popcorn or crocodile." She shrugged, "I don't like patterned underwear anyway- it's childish," She spoke as if this was a normal conversation, not a secret thought.

"Why do we always talk about my underwear? Why not yours, hm?"

She wrinkled her nose slightly at the thought of discussing potions, but didn't object. She wanted to converse with him, even if it was about stupid potions. "I still don't see why you like potions so much,"

Damian laughed again. Iva was so funny, sometimes! It was admittedly part of what drew him to her. She amused him.

"It somehow keeps coming up," he chuckled. He was further amused when he took his suggestion of talking about potions seriously. "I told you - they're useful, and I don't have to work hard on them. They come naturally to me."