For the Hogwarts Forum
Love In Motion (LorcanLucy)
Writing Club-
Showtime, "Blow Them All Away" (Next Gen)
Days of the Month, World Dream Day (write about someone daydreaming)
Word Count: 429
His hand hovers over the boxes of Pepper Imps when he notices her. Somehow, Lorcan feels as though his soul has left his body. His mind wanders, and his eyes focus on Lucy.
Lucy. Lovely Lucy. Sweet Lucy.
"I don't know why you're in Honeydukes," he says, moving closer, amazed by how steady his heartbeat is. "You're already sweet enough."
Lucy blushes. She covers her mouth with her hand, a soft giggle bubbling from her lips. "I never knew you were so smooth, Lorcan."
He shakes his head, clearing his throat. His cheeks burn, but he somehow manages to deal with it.
"Pepper Imps?" Lucy asks, appearing at his side. The warm smile on her lips takes his breath away. "Those are pretty hot."
He wraps an arm around, wearing a confident smirk. "I guess you'd be an expert on hotness," he says. "After all, you're the hottest girl at Hogwarts."
Lucy presses closer to him, her sweet floral perfume filling his nostrils. "Have you always been this charming, Lor?" she asks, looking up at him through thick, dark lashes.
"I, uh…" Lorcan drops his hand. It would be easier to concentrate if his mind would stop drifting off. "I like the heat."
"You okay, Lorcan? You look like you might faint."
He laughs, the epitome of casual flirtation. "I just might. How about we skip the hospital wing and you just play Healer, babe?"
He clears his throat again, a cold sweat beading his forehead. Biting his lip, Lorcan wipes the perspiration away with his sleeve. "Fine. I'm fine," he assures her. "Should probably eat some chocolate."
Lucy gestures at the shelves of sweets with a small smirk. "I guess you're in the right place then," she says gently. "I'd better go. Molly is waiting for me."
She grabs a box of Chocolate Frogs and starts to walk to the counter. Lorcan swallows dryly. He's spent years admiring her from afar. Maybe he'll never be the smooth guy of his daydreams, but he should be able to at least ask her out.
Lorcan groans. He wishes his palms wouldn't sweat like this and that his stomach would stop feeling so acidic. "Now or never," he mutters, striding over.
"Lucy," he calls, approaching the counter as the girl gets her change.
She turns, brows raised. "Yes?"
"Do you… Would you like to get a butterbeer with me? As a date?" he manages somehow.
Lucy grins, her cheeks stained the most beautiful shade of delicate pink Lorcan has ever seen. "I'll let Molly know there's been a change of plans."