the sex is good, *xavier

[ashlee e. rousseau]

i have to fake it, i'd leave if i could,

i'm not in love but the sex is good..

Trouble and Ashlee Rousseau had gone hand in hand since practically her birth. She couldn’t remember the last time she hadn’t been associated with the word. It wasn’t like it was just a glorified reputation she gave herself either. Everybody knew it. There was a brief period of time, in the early stages of that year, when she actually had some hope for herself. It amazed her that so much could happen over the period of a year. It seemed like every day was its’ own separate year. She’d even managed to mature a few years in a few months, then backtrack to being worse off than when she started. At least before Tristan she had a little bit of discretion. After her heart had been broken, everything else’s importance paled in comparison. She’d been reckless these past couple months, to say the least. Each day, it was like a goal to break some sort of rule or do something that made her question her character. Any normal person could see that Ashlee was clearly struggling with things, but had no way to deal. Deep down, it was pretty clear that she needed help. However, that was never Ash’s forte. She suffered in silence and masked her pain and insecurities the only way she knew how: attention. She was loud, obnoxious, bold, attractive, intelligent, manipulative, and every other girl that was wanted, yet intimidating, in a teenaged girl. There were a select few people who just had no idea what to do with her, so they left her alone. That was the preferred explanation of her lack of friends, over the other possibility that she was just a horrible monster. She enjoyed causing others pain and discomfort. Today, or tonight rather, her quest was a little different. She’d done some serious home wrecking before, and she was currently sleeping with someone even older, but nothing was as risky as what she had in mind for Xavier McLaggen.

She knew from the moment that she walked into the Astronomy tower on the first day that there was a reason she was taking this course. Her breath had pretty much been taken away. He was her professor, not that she cared or anything. That was the sort of thing one had to realize about Ashlee. She was interested in Professor McLaggen, but not for the reasons some other girls were. She didn’t want blackmail, or a better grade, or even bragging rights. Odds of her telling a soul should anything have happened between them were very slim. In all honesty, she just liked the chase. It was a hobby of hers, to put herself in sticky situations, then weasel herself out of them at the very last second. Her attraction to Professor McLaggen wasn’t one-sided, that was very clear. They flirted, however inappropriately, all the time, and she found that to be positive reinforcement. It also didn’t help her ego that Ashlee had never once been turned down, except for that whole situation with Tristan. That being said, she was in an exceptionally rebellious mood this spring evening, so she decided to finally take the risk she’d been waiting to take since first meeting Xavier. There was nothing more convenient than midnight classes, and thank Merlin Astronomy was the only class that regularly had this feature. He was pretty lenient on uniform, probably because he was so young, but mostly likely because it was only one hour long class and then his students went back to bed. She got dressed up a little more so than usual tonight, even bothering to do her light make-up and put her hair up in a clip. It looked like a little much for this time of night, she realized as she looked into her mirror, but no questions would be asked. There was never a time when Ashlee didn’t look her best.

It was an unbelievably long walk from the Slytherin common room to the Astronomy tower, since they were on complete opposite sides of the school, not to mention eight floors apart. Despite her attraction to her professor, Ashlee was in no hurry to get to class exactly on time. Besides, didn’t need a reason to stay after class? It all worked out perfectly for her. By the time she’d reached the tower, it was ten past midnight. She climbed up the hatch and wasn’t surprised to see everybody’s eyes on her. Just another perk of disrupting a class. She nodded to a few of her classmates, then locked eyes with Professor Mclaggen. She gave him a smirk and headed toward her usual place in class. ”Yes professor, I know the lateness drill. We can talk after class.” He didn’t even need to speak. She made a huge act of rolling her eyes in annoyance, and a few people laughed. She could practically feel the amusement in her professor’s eyes as he watched her move toward her telescope. She stayed fairly off the radar for the remainder of class, which was different for her. She wanted her classmates to forget about the entire ordeal and leave the room as soon as possible. When it finally reached one in the morning, a few of her friends gathered their things and stood by the hatch, waiting for her. She glanced at Xavier, then back to her friends and let out an over exaggerated sigh. ”Sorry girls, detention.” They were gone before she’d even had the time to turn back around to face him. When she did though, she moved to the nearest desk and hopped up, sitting on top of it and crossing her legs. She smiled once more at him. ”Sorry about the tardiness, Professor McLaggen. It won’t happen again.” She tilted her head cutely to one side and feigned innocence. ”Am I in trouble?”

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