James' dark brown hair gleamed almost ebony, but that was nothing compared to his eyes. They were the deep clear green of a forest glade mixed with chocolate brown.
Dominique traces his jaw line with her fingers. "Hello."
James met her eyes and Dominique tilted her chin up before he moved in for a kiss. She felt an electric jolt rush through her skin as their lips touched. James kissed her passionately, now using his tongue, and she felt exhilarated.
Their kisses grew more passionate as they sank onto the bed. James enjoyed the feeling of her creamy skin inches away from his...
"I can't believe we just did that." James whispered.
The pair of them were snuggled beneath Dominique's sheets that smelled of washing powder. She was pressed up close against him.
"What, didn't it feel real?" she teased.
"Not really..." He admitted.
"Would you do it all again if you could?"
"Of course." He kissed her tenderly. "Listen, we're going have to stop this.."
Dominique sat up in her bed, startled. "You're breaking up with me?"
"It's the last thing I want, obviously, but I don't know how everyone will take it. And I love Linda in a way."
Dominique stayed silent while he snatched up his clothes and got dressed rapidly.
James looked at her with sad hazel eyes. "Dominique don't, I love you, you know I do."
"Get out" she hissed angrily and he did.
. She heard the front door slam. Feeling a lump forming in her throat and tears welling up in her eyes, she sank back down to the bed.
Eyeliner ran down her face, leaving sooty streaks as she wept over James Potter.