Damien and Trinity

Damien and Trinity Chapter 3

Trinity Malfoy smiled as she broke the kiss she shared with Damien Potter. Damien still had his eyes shut, savoring the feeling of her lips on his. The beautiful bright green orbs slowly opened as Trinity let out a giggle.

"Wow," she said, still laughing softly. "I never could have imagined how awesome that felt."

Damien gave a small laugh and grinned, breathing heavily. He wrapped his arms firmly around Trinity and pulled her close to him. "You know what? I'm thoroughly convinced I've loved you my whole life. Even before I knew you. I don't feel any different right now, just more satisfied. Like I've completed at task I've begged myself to finish for as long as I can remember. I love you, Trinity. I always have."

"I love you too. I can't even begin to tell you how perfect I think you are. From the moment I first saw you, you've been my superman. My hero. You and no one else."

Damien took her hand and brought it up to his mouth to kiss it. They stared into each other's eyes, communicating an unspoken pact of love and support. They sealed their understood deal with a chaste, yet mind-blowing, kiss.

**

The sweets their cousin Natalie had been munching on had been replaced with tongue-engorging toffees. Three water bottles had been bewitched to attack Eric should he dare to enter the compartment. Elias and Tommy Weasley admired their handiwork with satisfied smiles as they rolled their sleeves back down.

"I can't wait to see the water bottles attack my brother!" Tommy squealed with the utmost sick glee, practically bouncing up and down in excited anticipation. "He'll probably scream like a girl!"

Elias laughed along with his cousin. "Yeah. If he's anything like good old Uncle Percy, we won't be able to tell whether it's him or Natalie!"

"It's more likely to be Eric. I know for a fact he scares more easily. I mean, come on, I told him there was a skunk under the porch once when he had to clean it, and he..."

"...ran around in a circle letting out higher pitched screams than Shana usually makes. Yeah, I know. You've told me that story like a million times. I've memorized your exact wording."

Tommy wiped tears of mirth from his eyes as he responded, "Yeah, and after all that it's still funny as hell..."

Elias chortled a bit and shook his head. "You are absolutely horrible to him. You know that right?"

"Yeah, but tell me he doesn't deserve it. I dare you." Tommy rolled his eyes.

"You've got me there."

**

"Come on, Natalie. Let's get you back to your compartment. Those third years! So out of control. Can you believe that boy put KETCHUP on a SCHOOL-OWNED EDUCATIONAL TOOL? Scandalous!" He furiously readjusted his glasses before continuing. "Do me a favor, Natalie, and never behave like such and abomination as that boy has made himself. Keep you're pride and stay out of trouble."

They had reached the compartment. "Are you a prefect, Eric?" Natalie asked.

Eric laughed in a way he clearly though superior-sounding and twisted open the door. "I'm not a prefect yet because I'm too young." His foot was dangerously close to stepping inside.

"Come on! Come on!" Tommy coaxed in an urgent whisper from around the corner.

"But next year, I expect..." Eric was cut short by a wild barrage of water bottles squirting their contents at his face. "Ahhh!" he wailed in utter terror, flinging his arms over his face in an attempt to block the water.

Natalie was doubled up with mirth, her shrieks of laughter mixed with those of Tommy and Elias, who emerged from the turn that had previously veiled them.

"So, Eric," Tommy asked, his speak barely comprehensible for glee. "Did you break up that fight we told you about?" His school uniform dripping wet from head to toe, it was a wonder his older brother had not yet exploded...