Disclaimer: I own nothing but her.
EYES
He stared into her eyes; they were so mesmerizing he could stare into those clear eyes for eternity.
"Harry…." she asked hesitantly.
"Shhhh… don't say anything" he said while tenderly placing a finger onto her lips.
"Ohhh…okay…" she whispered.
He lifted her chin up to the firelight, and he wiped the remainder of the tears which had run down her face only minutes earlier…and placed his lips on her forehead. He wanted to stay like this forever, together with her lying on the carpeted floor.
"What are you thinking?" she asked inquisitively while twirling one of his black locks of hair.
"Of how beautiful you are, I love you" he whispered while caressing her hair and her lower neck.
She sighed in pleasure, she was content. She closed her eyes while he continued to touch her face with his fingers and he leaned over so that he was partly on top of her. She gasped because of the sudden weight and her eyes flew open.
"Shhhhh…" he said.
Reassured she closed them and relaxed once more. He continued to caress her, but only on her face. His fingers were warm and kind, she loved the feeling wishing he would go on. Then suddenly he had stopped and was tracing the patterns on the carpet with one finger.
"Why did you stop?" she asked.
"I have to otherwise I won't be able to control myself. I don't want to hurt you" he replied.
"But I trust you Harry, I know you wouldn't hurt me for anything in the world…" she whispered into his ear.
"I love you".
Hesitantly, she then began to nibble on the curve of his earlobe and she heard a harsh intake of breath. More confidently she worked her way down his neck but only brushing her lips against his skin. Her hands caressed his warm tingly back, which was facing the fire. His bare back was an orange glow from the firelight, his torso tight and lean. He flipped her over and once again stared into her eyes with a surprised expression on his face because of her daring. She smiled back up at him and then resting on her elbows she leaned over and kissed him on the lips. He closed his eyes.
Light was shining through the open window of his room. The curtains were drawn back; it must be already late in the morning. In the distance he heard hurried footsteps running up the stairs to the boy's dorm. A girl came rushing in exclaiming, "Harry you're awake!" clear eyes smiling up at him in the morning sunshine.