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I heard a thump as my Transfiguration book hit the floor. I must have kicked it off. Oh well, there were more pressing matters, such as her lips and her hands and tongue, and oh…her hands. I ran my fingers through her short black hair. The same shade as mine, but while hers barley brushed her shoulders mine flowed down my back. Her back. It was so smooth, why was all this fabric in the way? That wouldn't work. Anyone was clever enough to know that you cannot properly feel someone when they were wearing all this God's cursed clothing. I pulled and shifted. I frowned as her hands and lips stopped touching me for a moment, but the moment was worth it because when I felt her again I could run hands, and lips, tongue and teeth, over her. All of her now. Somehow my clothing had been discarded too. Along with my book perhaps. What was it? Potions?
Ah, no matter. Oh, hands, beautiful, skilled hands. Skilled from playing Quidditch? Or from experience? I studied as hard as any self respecting Ravenclaw, but sometimes when we were sitting together, in my room in hers, it didn't matter, she would stop in the middle of reciting a spell and look at me. Just her dark eyes meeting mine. And now those eyes, heavy lidded in pleasure, seeking my own. Closing when I kissed her and she moaned. I could see a fire in her eyes while she did this to me. And afterwards a small smoldering. Now though her eyes were shut tight, and in a moment so were mine as we held each other, giving in to the feelings raging beneath our trained minds. Feelings only a heart could feel. Things only she could do to me.
Now, now it's over, but her arms still hold me tight and I kiss her shoulder. Her hair tickling my face. I look at her porcelain skin. Such a contrast to mine, so tan. She runs those long fingers through my hair and kisses my forehead. Sighing she sits up. I know she could hold me forever, I know because I could lie in her embrace until the world came crashing down around us. She squeezed my hand and pulled on a night shirt from her drawer, she gave me one too. I smiled at her, she smiled back. She knelt and picked up my book I had knocked to the floor. What was it? Charms maybe? She sat next to me and flipped open the book.
"Okay, DADA, right? I guess I should really be helping you study," she told me. Oh, Defense Against The Dark Arts. Right. I guess I just get caught up in the moment sometimes.
Alright, I hope you liked it. For those of you who know about how confused I am here's a little update. I'm still confused! But I'm just going to take it as in comes and stop trying to deny it. *sigh* I guess I am who I am. Thanks everyone. Much Love.
~Child of Wonder~
