In The Firelight

In The Firelight

By PurpleGothicPolish

You're sitting next to me, as you always do, nothing special, nothing odd. The fire in front of us burns brightly, lighting the room, and your face. I can't help but stare; you're so beautiful, the fire reflected in your eyes. Desire to hold you, kiss you, and breathe you in fills me like I wish to fill you.

You turn to face me and I feel heat fill my face, as my cheeks redden. "Something wrong?" you ask.

"No, nothing," I answer, my mind races for something to say. "You get the answer for number twelve?" Pathetic, yes, but at least it's something.

"Yeah, it's uhh..." You look down to your parchments; long ebony eyelashes nearly touch your sun-stained skin. "Oh, here it is: Jobberknoll feathers are used for memory and truth potions."

"Oh, yeah... right." I feel completely stupid. I know I should be studying, but how can I? Not with you as a partner. You're so distracting, without ever knowing it.

"Can I borrow that?" You reach over me and take a spare quill next to me. Your arm brushes against my knee, untidy hair tickles at my chin and nose. I inhale sharply at the sudden touch. You smell of musk and wood. Like a forest clearing, oak and pine, grass and leaves. I inhale again as you right yourself, trying to take in the smell again for future reference. But I'm too loud this time; you hear it. "Sorry, What'd I do?"

"Do? Wha- n-nothing. I was just uh... stifling a yawn. A bit tired is all."

Green eyes gaze into mine, searching them, "Something wrong?"

"Wrong? No." You won't look away, and I'm trapped in your gaze. You look deeply into my eyes; I feel them on my soul, as though you can see all of my secrets. I want desperately for you to look away, but at the same time I never want this moment to end.

"You're acting a bit weird tonight. You sure you're alright?"

Bloody hell, you know, I can tell. I can't stop myself. If you already know, this could be my one chance. I lean forward, and do what I've wanted to do ever since that first train ride. I kiss you. I kiss you before you can pull away. Your lips are as soft as I dreamed they were. Dear Merlin, you taste so sweet. Sweeter then I could've ever imagined.

Just as I'm trying to decide whether you taste more of honey or fresh picked apples, I realize you're kissing me back. Our lips melt onto each other. Our tongues dance together to a sweet tune of our own making. My arms find your body, pulling you closer to me. My right hand buries into your dark, messy hair.

You end our kiss and your emerald eyes look intently into mine, chills run through my body. You smile lustily at me, my heart pounds against my chest, unbelieving that this moment is truly happening. You pull me into another kiss, our bodies press against one another. I push you down onto the couch, your hands run up and down my body, entangling them in my hair.

I feel your body act in respond to my touch. I know my own body is reacting to yours. My hands find themselves running down your body. They've reached the waistband of your jeans, you moan into my mouth. Finally after so long...

"RON! Bloody hell, mate!" What's wrong with you?"

"Huh?" I blink; you're looking at me with still, green eyes, sparkling in the firelight.

"You zoned out there for a second. Just started staring off into space."

"Oh... well you know how fascinating I find Potions homework." I joke, I always joke. You'll never know how I dream of you. My beautiful hero. My Harry.

~The End~