swiss kisses and whatnot.

Iris had no idea if a summer in Switzerland was such a good idea, but she really could not care at the moment. She hadn't really informed anyone she was coming here, except of course the person she had come here with. It had been ages since she and the Ravenclaw had spent any time together and there was just too much to catch up on.

After all, she and Anna Tshering simply had a unique friendship and she couldn't have picked a better person to run away with, even if only temporary.

She wished there had been a bigger cottage, but since it was just the two of them, she figured it would be enough. And plus, the view was simply amazing. Her outfit of black shorts and a blue sleeveless tank top provided the right comfort, as she stood outside on the porch, facing the mountains, the night light making it all the more illuminated.

It was so easy to forget reality in such a place and the Gryffindor could not remember the last time she had gone on such a vacation. Mostly it had been her trying not to get killed or spending time at Azorat, but thanks to Tshering, they had planned something different this time. And though she could have picked Alec, she missed being around female company. Specifically, missing being around the Ravenclaw.

Of course, they had managed to take in lots of alcohol, which were all currently lying on the bed. No one here knew who they were, it did not matter what they did and Iris just wanted to fool around as much as she could, before they went back to Hogwarts.

Finally going back into the cottage, she closed the door and made her way to the bedroom. "Tshering! You better be ready with the snacks and drinks!" She yelled and grinned lightly to herself.

Tshering shouldn't have let herself go so far, but this was Switzerland. She had been here before at the age of eight, still curious, poking at the skis and screaming as the cable lift took her up, up, up into the sky. She remembered having skis on her feet and waddling down the mountain, pretending she was a penguin and making honking noises.

She was climbing a different kind of mountain now.

Thrusting the boy - she can't remember his name, for the love of Merlin - on top of the bed. Only then did she remember she was sleeping on it that night. Their lips brushed, their bodies full of the teenage lust that she had grown so used to feeling, though every time she felt it there was a distinct euphoria that could make her groan for more of this luscious session. Whoring around made her forget things. Really important, painful things.

She heard Grayson's voice from the doorway as she was beginning to get into her stride, already on top of him. Her fingers had already clawed his way through the buttons of his shirt. Tshering cursed loudly. Frowning, she pushed the boy off the bed, only taking remorse in messing up his blond locks that she had fallen for, if only for a few hours.

"Hurry!" screamed the Ravenclaw in her guttural German, gesturing towards the cupboard. The boy stirred, and ran to the cupboard. Before he snuck in, at arm's length from his fling, he kissed her harshly, and that was a final make-out she could not resist. She cupped his head in her palms, and claimed his lips for her taking. Mine, mine, mine...

The blonde slammed the doors shut, and sat motionless on the bed, awaiting her Gryffindor's arrival.

Iris rolled her eyes as she heard the hurried motions in the bedroom and nearly laughed out loud. Opening the door, she raised an eyebrow at the Ravenclaw sitting like a statue on the bed. "Okay, where is he?" She asked with a sigh. "Under the bed? In the cupboard? In the bathroom?" However, since the cupboard was closest to the door, she couldn't help but peek in.

And there was the mystery boy.

"Hi, I'm sure you and her would have fucked like bunnies had I not got here, but sorry to disappoint," the Gryffindor replied in a sarcastic tone. "Now if you'll excuse us, I'd like to spend some alone time with my girlfriend."

"Your girlfriend?" The boy echoed in surprise, looking forth from her to Tshering, his fingers already adjusting his shirt.

She nodded, a fake sweet smile on her face. "Yes, girlfriend. But don't worry, you can have her tomorrow." And with that, the blonde boy quickly fled down the stairs and Iris shook her head when she heard the door slam.

"You know, if you wanted to come here just to snog strangers, you should not have strung me along," the Greek girl muttered as she sat on the bed. "I thought you wanted to spend some time with me for a change."

Tshering crossed her arms, "Well, this is Switzerland, Gray. It's neutral! And hello, there isn't a club down the street for nothing!" The blonde laughed, though it was in an overly superficial fashion, "I mean, when there are clubs, there are guys. And when there are guys..." Her eyes flitted from the bed back to the Gryffindor, clear brown spheres sparkling.

The Ravenclaw looked down at herself and swore when she saw how messed up she looked. She adjusted the straps on the bra, fiddling with them with her deft fingers, and growled. "This feels wrong," she muttered, placing her shoulders in a circular motion.

With a strong tug of her hand, Tshering wasted no time before pulling her bra right off her body, and thrust it on the floor. Twenty years later her boobs might sag but twenty years was twenty years she didn't have to think about.

"By the way..." asked the blonde, "since when was I your girlfriend?" She raised her brows, heart fluttering slightly at the prospect. Being Gray's girlfriend should be less heartbreaking, or less of a burden than dating Florence or Chuck. Oh Florence. Oh Chuck. How she missed them both so dearly.

"Well, if you came here for the clubs, then I probably shouldn't have tagged along," Iris muttered and glared at the Ravenclaw. "The only reason I agreed to this so you and I can spend some time together. Believe it or not Tshering, I actually missed you."

However, the Gryffindor couldn't help but let out a laugh at the brunette's actions and she shook her head. Walking over to the cupboard, she opened it and took out of her tops and threw it at Tshering. "Bras are so overrated anyway," she smirked.

"Alright, for the rest of this vacation, you're my girlfriend," she stated and flopped on the bed once more, leaning her head on the Ravenclaw's shoulders. "I mean, why would you want to be my girlfriend so real? Or why would anyone want to be my boyfriend? Really, I should just stay single forever."

Especially with the way she's been going around and snogging other boys.

Tshering gasped, "You missed me?" That was a first, and as the overused phrase went, there was a first for everything. Correction: There was a first for things in Tshering's life which included anything close to affection from a friend since she had turned thirteen. "I find that very ironic, Gray, as you have been spending lots of time with your two boyfriends. I thought that was more than enough to keep your brain occupied."

Catching the top, the Ravenclaw agreed, "Totally. Who has sex with their bra on anyway?" Though it was a subject she had grown so comfortably talking about there was a slight blush on her cheeks as she said the word, because... well, she had lost her virginity to a boy who hated her guts and was probably dead.

The blonde clapped her hands. "Okay, girlfriend," she chuckled, putting a particular emphasis on the term. Feeling Gray's head on her shoulders, Tshering made her arm crawl all over her friend's back before her fingers landed impatiently on her shoulders, already lusting to feel the skin beneath it. "You know what, screw boyfriends. Why have a boyfriend when you already have me?"

"Of course I did, you bitch," the Gryffindor scoffed and rolled her eyes. "You're one of my amazing friends, in case you did not know." At the brunette's comment, Iris shrugged her shoulders and let out a sigh, "Firstly, Alec is not my boyfriend and seeing as where things are, I do not know if Hades is either."

Iris smirked, "You tell me who has sex with their bra on, since you are the one with the actual experience." She had not even thought of such an incident happening any time soon, nor did she want it to. There was already way too much on her plate, why complicate things more with such worries?

"I agree with you completely Tshering," the Greek girl grinned before taking her friend's hand from her shoulder and kissing the palm of it. "It always has been like that, right? At least for the past few years anyway."

Her arm around the Ravenclaw's waist, she reached over the bed and took out two bottles of Firewhiskey and handed one to the brunette. "Ready for this Tshering?" She asked in a whisper, her lips away from her friend's ear and leaned back with a sly smile.

"I'm an amazing friend?" smirked the blonde, "my goodness - I thought I was just a friend, you know." Really, amazing plus friend was not something Tshering was accustomed to be referred to as since the age of eleven. And who goes around being friends with anyone anymore? You either screwed someone over or you were planning something against them.

Those were things she had learned from Hazelle, from Durmstrang and from the renowned Seven Devils and how they were falling apart - or so Chuck used to say. For all Tshering knew they could be thick as thieves again.

Frowning, the Ravenclaw replied, "Oh. And here I was, mentally planning a 'Let's Meet Alec' party. I'm already designing your wedding dress and how we were stealing it from Vera Wang's - " That was when she halted. "Okay, you have to get over Hades, girl. He is boring, he is stupid, and if he's frolicking with Picard then I suggest he leaves you alone. However..." Her voice faltered as she thought of new things to say, "I can't say dump him and go to Alec, now can I? You're clearly not over him the same way I'm not over Chuck."

Tshering looked at the firewhiskey, indignantly shaking her head. "No," she firmly replied, "I... I don't want the firewhiskey. I want to remember this. Tonight." The blonde arched her neck so that it was close to Grayson's, breathing in her scent. "I love you, Iris Adria Grayson," she whispered, a flurry of small whispers from her lips. The Ravenclaw planted her lips on the Gryffindor's neck, nuzzling and brushing her lips as if to inhale her, to devour her with her kiss.

"Will you stop acting as though I do not give a shit about you?" The Gryffindor snapped, her eyes narrowing at her friend. "I admit I haven't been on my best behaviour but damn it Tshering, I still care for you. But if you want to act so immature about it, then go ahead."

She did not show her affection for someone in the conventional way, she had her own method. But she figured they all would have got used to it by now.

"You want to meet Alec? By all means, go right ahead. I shall give him a warning though," Iris scoffed with a roll of her eyes. "Seriously dude, just leave him alone. I am not going to risk my friendship with him for some stupid couple crap. He means too much to me for that to happen." Ignoring all the criticism about Hades, the brunette sighed once more. "I am over him, I just do not know what's going to happen. It has been ages since I spoke to him. And when was the last time you spoke to Prentiss?"

Before the Greek girl could question her doubts, Tshering's lips were on her skin. The bottles fell from her hand onto the bed, and she forgot all about them. "I love you too, but..." she stopped midsentence and closed her eyes at the feel, her hands making their way into the Ravenclaw's hair.

"Tshering, are you sure?" She found herself asking in a whisper, lifting her friend's head to meet her gaze.