Julia could feel her head feeling lighter on her shoulders, and the nausea crept up on her almost instantly. The stomach ache wasn't bad enough for her to stop, in fact, it almost felt good. Julia's body recognized this sensation to be nausea, but her head recognized it to be butterflies. She hadn't felt so many butterflies in her life, except at that moment. She knew there was a reason, and she always got nervous before she got that "close" to a boy, but they were never as intense as they were then.
There was a reason for them, obviously, and it was clear that they were because of who she was with. She had to control herself, and she had to constantly remind herself not to get her hopes up of what would become of them afterward. Julia winced silently as she felt another tingle against her stomach, it felt as if that butterfly in particular had sharp knives on the end of it's wings.
As soon as she felt Scorpius' hands against her skin, the butterflies seemed to melt away. His touch tingled on its own; like ice on fire. She liked the feeling, and the dizziness that came along with it. Julia pulled away from Scorpius' lips for a moment to unzip her dress. Slowly, she slid off the blue sparkling fabric from her form and let it fall to the floor. Her delicate skin was bare, and if it weren't for Scorpius on top of her, she would have been shivering to death by now.
Julia blushed as she lay nearly nude beneath Scorpius. She wondered what was going through his mind, what he was thinking about. She basically knew what he was thinking about, but she wanted to know what he thought of her, and her body, more importantly. Before she could see Scorpius' reaction to the bare upper-half of her body, Julia wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer against her, her lips stuck to his.
The moment was coming soon, Julia knew, as she began stripping off the rest of Scorpius' clothing. She wondered what it would be like, a "night" with him. She was quite sure he was good, how else would he be getting so many girls? Julia remembered some stories she had overheard some Slytherin girls talking about in the dormitories in the past. She remembered how she would blush whenever they talked about him, and how she would wish that she was the one snogging him behind a bush on the outskirts of the forbidden forest. But now, it was her; she had him, now. And she had sincerely hoped that she would have him for the rest of the time she was breathing.