boy you get me high [Stef]

[Victoire Weasley]

November 2023

"A bloody date, what the bloody hell was I thinking?" she murmured to herself. There was no turning back now, it seemed. She stared at her face in the reflection, taking a deep breath before applying another layer of the light colored lipstick. She examined her face one last time with a long sigh. She hadn't been on a proper date...well since she got back from France. And even then she wouldn't call those proper. Those were just rebounds, and rebounds in her book didn't mean a thing. This however, didn't feel like a rebound as much and one couldn't blame the nerves that twisted her stomach. She hadn't had a date since Teddy that she counted.

She pulled her blonde locks over one shoulder, sighing. She smoothed down her blouse, finally satisfied with her appearance. She was in the bathroom a St. Mungos as she prepared for her drink date with Stefano De Luca. She hadn't seen him since their school days and honestly hadn't thought about him much since then. That is, until she had to give him a check up on an old injury and he refreshed her memory with all of those cheesy pick up lines he had in his pocket. In school she had always played along, both knowing it wasn't serious or had an hopes, because well she was taken at the time. Now however, he had grown quite attractive since she saw him last. What was the harm of a few drinks with an attractive old school mate? It wasn't like she was taken now, anyway.

"Alight, I got this," she said to herself, checking her reflection one last time before she apparated to the pub they had agreed on. She popped in right in front of the doors, shivering in the chilly air. She hadn't bothered grabbing her coat before she left the hospital. Stupid. Quickly, she opened the door and scurried inside, her eyes searching for Stefano. She avoided a few stares from others in the bar before she finally found who she was looking for, a grin curling on her lips as she made her way over to him. Setting her bag down on the table and taking the empty seat next to Stefano, she looked up at him with the most innocent grin she could muster. "Am I late?"

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[Stefano De Luca]

Stef was one of those people who took life as it came. He hadn't set out that morning with any thought of getting a date or hooking up with anyone, but then again, when an opportunity presented itself like that, he wasn't one to pass it up either. He hadn't seen Victoire Weasley for ages, but time hadn't done anything to his memories of her attractiveness, and he had been delighted when the healer who walked into the room to check on his healed curse injury had turned out to be the girl he'd determinedly hit on all the way through school. He'd never got anywhere with her back then, which he preferred to think was simply because she'd been taken, not because she wouldn't have been interested in him even if she'd been single - Stef's ego was perfectly capable of convincing him of this, and so her refusal to do anything more than flirt very mildly with him hadn't been a huge blow to his pride; it was just one of those unfortunate things. Nor had he spent the intervening years pining after her, or even thinking about her at all. However, having sex with Victorie Weasley was still up there, somewhere near the bottom of his bucket list, so naturally it had been completely inevitable that he would at least have a go at asking her out when he saw her. He hadn't really expected her to say yes, but she had, to his excitement. That presumably also meant that she was currently single, and therefore fair game in every way. A date, of course, didn't necessarily mean sex at the end of it; Victoire wasn't the sort of girl to make it easy for him, but that was part of the game, and the effort that would be involved in getting her into bed would make it all so much better if he actually succeeded. If he didn't succeed, well, so be it - he'd try again some other time, and the more she said no, the more he'd want to change her mind.

In the meantime, he planned to have an enjoyable evening in her company. The date had been a bit impromptu, so he hadn't had time to think of anything very amazing for it; he'd only had time to dash home, shower, shave and change, and dash out again, to the Muggle pub they'd fixed on. In a fresh shirt and a pair of good jeans, he liked to think he looked pretty decent; hopefully Victoire would agree and things could progress nicely.

He got to the bar before her, found a table in a good spot (close enough to the bar to be convenient, but not so close people would be barging past them the whole time) and draped himself casually over a chair to wait for her. It wasn't long before she appeared and he straightened up, leaning forward as she approached and giving her a warm smile in welcome.

"Late? Not at all," he gave her his most charming grin, "You're never late - the party starts when you arrive, Beautiful," he gave her a quick glance, making an effort and not letting his eyes dwell too long lower than her face, "Looking lovely as usual. What d'you want to drink?"