A/N: Hello again! I started writing this chapter on my birthday, so think of it as kind of a present to YOU! Hehe... So, yeah. Enjoy and, hopefully, happy readings!
LET GO
CHAPTER 12:
CHOCOLATE-COVERED STRAWBERRIES
*(Christmas Day)*
Harry's head fell heavily onto her shoulder (which was kind of ironic because he was feeling lightheaded with ecstasy.) . He kissed her collarbone, then the place where the neck meets the shoulder, traveling upward until his lips fell upon hers. He pulled back after a few moments, his right hand cupping her cheek, and gazed down at her, into her, emerald green eyes happily greeting chocolate brown.
Sheila reached up and brushed a few strands of his hair away from his face. Both their breathing was still irregular and their bodies were lightly glistening with the sweat of lovemaking. She smiled, delicately throwing her arms around his neck and bringing him closer in a small hug.
"I love you." She whispered in his ear. When he failed to respond a moment or two later, she turned his head towards her and saw that he was crying. "Harry, what's wrong?"
Harry let out a small laugh and quickly wiped away his tears. "Nothing, I promise."
*'Pff... Nothing my ass.'* Harry thought. It's not that he didn't want to tell her, it's just he couldn't figure out how. I mean, how could he tell her that he loved the way her whole body seemed to smell of chocolate-covered strawberries? She might think he was weird or something. Had some freaky fetish with sniffing people...
He didn't know why, but that one scent seemed to spark a newly found passion in him. Yeah, sure, the other girls he bedded smelled good too, but Sheila was different. She was always different...
Harry leaned down, pressing his nose into her hair, and deeply inhaled, his eyes rolling back in his head as the sweet scent overpowered his nostrils.
Oh Merlin, how he loved it. Chocolate-covered strawberries. It was too perfect. An aphrodisiac of the fragrant kind, if you insist on labeling it. He had to stop himself or else he'd ravish her for the 6th, maybe 7th time. (Harry really didn't know. He lost count after the 3rd.)
It seemed to describe her, uh, seduction/ lovemaking very well. The way she moaned his name after every climax was rich and delicate, like foreign chocolate (the good kind). It seemed to melt in his ears and put a smile on his face.
Her very essence was the strawberry. Sweet and supple. Ripe. Ready for the picking. She'd be washed in his kisses and eaten (NOT like that, mind you.) quickly before the pleasant taste went away. And he did just that. Kissed every part of her body his lips could reach. He relished the fact that she responded to his every touch, every whispered sigh, every emotion, so perfectly.
He simply loved everything about her. The way she cuddled him afterwards. The way her hands carefully explored his body and found sensitive (but in a good way) areas he didn't even know he had.
Even the way she acted during intercourse would be considered innocent. Her animalistic lust when she ran her manicured nails across his back over and over again, were always massaged gently away, almost as if she were apologizing for hurting him, not that Harry minded. He seemed to be driven by it.
He strived to make her happy, the same way she did to him. Whenever she would wrap her long legs around him, he just drove further and further in, occasionally letting out a frustrated grunt because yeah, he was close to her, but it just didn't seem to be close enough.
But it seemed to satisfy her, she was never one to lie, and to Harry, that was the best feeling in the world. Making her happy. Loving someone and them loving you back. Knowing that you, no matter how selfish or pure or funny or even asshole-ish you are, could make someone smile a genuine smile just by being in the same room, was definitely the greatest feeling in the world, especially if they did the same to you...
And that's exactly what Sheila did to him, with or without her own knowledge of it.
Harry blinked, realizing that he had been staring at her for far too long because she was now giving him a very confused look, her brows furrowed and her mouth open as if she were about to say something.
Finally, she did. "What?"
Harry shook his head. "Nothing."
"Then why are you just staring at me like that?"
"Because you're beautiful."
"No." She said, firmly. "No more, okay?"
Harry laughed. "What?"
"Oh, like you don't know. Harry, I think 50 gazillion times is enough, especially for me."
"Okay, okay.... But you are beautiful."
"Thank you. And you, you are very handsome."
"I know I am."
Sheila playfully slapped his arm, letting out a tiny moan when Harry thrust into her one last time, before withdrawing. He wriggled into a comfortable position beside her, one arm behind her back, the other laying across her stomach. She sighed and snuggled closer, her head coming to rest on his shoulder, one of her hands interlocking with his on her stomach. Harry smiled, kissing her forehead.
Nope, there were simply no words he could use to describe how he felt.
"I love you, Sheila." Well, I guess those could work...
"I love you too, Harry." She giggled when her stomach made a funny noise. "I'm hungry..." She let out an "Mmm..."
"Not thinking about me naked again, are you?" He inquired, quirking an eyebrow.
"No... Just my favorite food."
"Which would be...?"
Sheila "Mmmm"ed again. "Lasagna."
"Oh."
"What's yours?"
"My what?"
"Shoe size." Sheila said, rolling her eyes. "Favorite food, silly."
"Oh..." Harry thought for a moment, then grinned. "Chocolate-covered strawberries."
~*~*~
Sheila's eyes focused and unfocused on the tiny particles of dust and dirt filtering (along with the pale morning light) into the queen size, four-poster bed though a crack in the heavy drapes, as she lightly ran her fingers up and down the arm that was wrapped around her waist.
She knew it was still early, with what, the way the sunlight was still dull and the crickets melody was being joined, and eventually dying away to that of the songbird. She took a deep breath, rolling over as she did so, the bed sheets sliding smoothly over her bare skin, and her chocolate brown eyes fell upon the sleeping form beside her.
Harry, who had been sleeping with his stomach to her back, gave a small snort against her shoulder and tightened his grip around her.
Sheila sighed. Tip of her tongue between her teeth, she quickly, but silently, unfolded his arms from around her waist, scooting an inch, then another, away from him. Harry mumbled something incoherent, his arms falling away.
Smiling to herself and thinking a good shower was the first priority on her To-Do List, she cunningly slid the rest of the way out of his bed. Harry stirred and she stiffened, as not to wake him, her amused eyes peering over the top of the crumpled blankets from her place on the floor.
He opened and closed his mouth a few times and, letting out a small yawn, rolled onto his stomach, his arms wrapping around a soft pillow, his head caressing it almost lovingly as his breathing fell into the steady rhythm of sleep again.
Smile still plastered on her face, Sheila reached over, grabbing a hold of his hand, and gave it a light peck before standing and heading for the Prefect bathroom, the heavy bed curtains fluttering noiselessly with her departure.
~*~*~
Harry awoke to what he thought was the sound of heavy rain. Letting out a small grunt, he sleepily rubbed his eyes, his other hand blindly searching his bedside table for his glasses. Finding them, he put them on, only to find that his bed was empty and the rain wasn't rain, but the shower running.
He could hear someone softly singing "You Are My Sunshine" on the other side of the bathroom door, her voice muffled by the shower. He buried his head deeper into the pillow, his glasses going askew, and deeply inhaled, grinning when he found "it". "It", of course, being her smell.
It was very faint, but he didn't care; the events of the previous night flooding into his mind. Harry grinned into the cotton pillowcase. Oh, yesss... *'Stop! STOP!'* He thought as he let out a frustrated sigh, throwing the pillow aside, and rolling over.
He covered his face with his hands, only to let out another grunt. He could smell her there too, on his fingers. It was everywhere. Surrounding him. Engulfing him. Beckoning him to the world of ecstasy and slowly driving him crazy.
"Stupid scent.... Stupid, evil, but oooh-sooo-gooood scent..."
"Who you talking to, sweetie?"
Harry jumped in surprise and looked toward the bathroom. Sheila was standing there, clad only in her bathrobe, the belt of it tied and hanging loosely from her small hips. She was towel-drying her hair, the last notes of "You Are My Sunshine" being softly hummed as she walked across the room, stopping in front of the room's full-length mirror.
"What'd you say?" Harry asked, rubbing his temples, almost as if doing so would rid his memory of the "evil" scent.
Sheila looked at him through the reflection in the mirror. "I asked you who were you talking to."
Harry shook his head. "No one. Just myself."
She gave him an inquiring look, but pushed the issue no further. Walking over to his dresser, she picked up a brush. "This yours?" Harry nodded, and Sheila proceeded to brush her long, black hair.
Harry watched her with a childlike innocence, taking in her every move, every breath, until she turned to him with a "What?" and set the brush down.
He, for what seemed like the billionth time, shook his head again. "Nothing..." He said, smirking.
"Why are you smiling like that?"
*'The scent... the evil scent...'* It must've been her body wash or something because Harry smelled it when she exited the bathroom. Now, it truly was engulfing him...
"I love the way you smell."
Sheila looked at him, her eyebrows raised. She held up a hand. "Whoa... Rewind. What?"
"I love the way you smell. Is it your perfume or something?"
She stared at him for a minute, then smiled. "Probably. What does it smell like?"
*'Like utter and complete ecstasy...'* "Chocolate-covered strawberries."
She furrowed her brows. "Well, I wear a strawberry smelling body spray, but I don't know about the chocolate... Wait..." She paused, finger tapping her chin in thought. "The way I smell... Is that like a turn-on for you...?"
Harry shrugged, grinning. "Maybe..."
Sheila ran a hand through her now tangle-free hair and sat on the edge of the bed. Harry scooted over to her, swinging his legs over the side, and took one of her hands in his own. Her head found its place on his shoulder. She gave an evil laugh.
"I'll be right back..." She disappeared into the bathroom, leaving a surprised and questioning look on his face. He could hear her rummaging around, apparently looking for something, and then what sounded like a tiny hiss.
"What're you doing...?"
She gave another evil laugh. "Nothing..." She returned, smile on her face, her hands fanning her neck, as if she were trying to cool herself off. "C'mere..."
"What...?"
"Gimme a hug."
"Why?"
She let out an exasperated sigh. "Because it's Christmas and I need to give you my Christmas hug, now c'mere."
Harry hesitated, but got up from the bed, almost tripping over the mess of blankets on the floor, and stood in front of her. She held her arms open and he silently stepped into her warm embrace. It was immediately apparent why she had been laughing so maniacally because the smell was still fresh and strong.
Harry groaned. "Oh, you cheater..."
She looked innocently at him. "What?"
"You sprayed it on purposely!"
Sheila shrugged, grinning. "Maybe..." She said, mocking his previous actions.
"Oh, that's it..." She let out a little yelp/giggle when he picked her up and carried her to the bed. He half threw her, half laid her down. "You, my darling, have been a very bad girl."
"Oh, have I? Well, then I guess you should punish me, huh?"
Harry smirked. "Definitely..."
She took one of his hands in hers. "Well in that case, you might want to punish me for this too..." She placed his hand inside her bathrobe.
Harry gasped. "You have been a very naughty girl... Not wearing underwear... Shame on you... I guess I WILL have to punish you for that..."
Sheila sighed, her head falling back on the bed. "Oh, please do..."
~*~*~
"Harry, you can't tell anyone, not even Ron, that we've done anything."
Harry looked at her from his sitting position on the bed. "Sheila, look at me." She turned towards him. "See this." He pointed to his mouth. "This smile is going to be really hard to cover up." Sheila stuck out her bottom lip. "It won't be easy. Ron knows me better than anyone else-" Sheila gave him the 'Puppy-dog eyes'. Harry sighed. "- but I'll try."
Sheila nodded, hooking the last clasp on her heavy cloak, and pulled her hair back in a messy bun. She leaned back when Harry came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. He kissed her forehead.
"Happy Christmas."
She smiled, turning and pecking him on the cheek. "Happy Christmas."
Just then, the door to the bedroom burst open and Hermione and Ron came stumbling through.
"HAPPY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY!" They shouted.
"Hey guys." Harry walked over to them, shaking Ron's hand and giving Hermione a hug. Sheila stood back, watching silently, but Hermione caught sight of her.
"Sheila," Hermione said, walking over to her and grabbing her arm. "c'mon! Presents downstairs!"
Sheila laughed as her giddy friend dragged her out of the room. "Okay." She turned towards Harry, who was watching them with mild amusement, and merely shrugged.
Ron shook his head once they were out of sight. "That girl... I swear... You'd think she'd die if she wasn't the first one to open her presents..." Harry sniggered and Ron turned to look at him. "Why are you so quiet?" They stared at each other for a moment, before Harry blinked, breaking eye contact.
"Nothing."
"Wait... Something's different about you... I just can't seem to figure it out..." He grabbed Harry's chin and turned his head towards his own. "Look at me..." Harry lifted his eyes and saw Ron's staring intently into his. "Hmm... Hold on..." Ron's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. "Oh..." He let go of Harry's chin and took a step back, grinning.
Harry was getting really annoyed. It was as if he were an animal on display and Ron wanted to be the first to poke his eye out or something. He shrugged.
"What?"
Ron poked him in the chest. "You son-of-a-bitch! You guys did it, didn't you?!"
Harry shrugged. "Maybe."
"Don't bullshit me, Harry. Did you or didn't you?"
Harry sighed, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "We did."
Ron clapped his hands together. "I knew it!" He paused. "How many times?"
Harry made an inaudible noise and Ron leaned closer to him, cupping his ear. "What was that?"
Harry made the same noise and Ron leaned even closer. "Huh?"
"NINE! WE DID IT NINE FUCKING TIMES, OKAY?!"
Ron pulled away from him, smirking. "Oh... okay..." He paused. "Was it any good?"
Harry gave him an incredulous look, the grin that was threatening to come out earlier finally surfacing when Ron started wiggling his eyebrows comically at him.
"Aha! That's a yes!" Ron was bouncing on the balls of his feet now. "Details! I need details!"
Harry shook his head.
"Awww... C'mon!"
"No! That's private." Ron gave him a look and Harry sighed, giving in. "Fine, but you can't tell Sheila." Ron nodded, and Harry slung an arm around his shoulders, steering him out of the room. "Tell me, have you ever had chocolate-covered strawberries...?" He asked, closing the door behind them.
A/N: Ugh, that was a dumb ending! *shrug* Oh, well! Hope you enjoyed it! Please REVIEW!
LET GO
CHAPTER 12:
CHOCOLATE-COVERED STRAWBERRIES
*(Christmas Day)*
Harry's head fell heavily onto her shoulder (which was kind of ironic because he was feeling lightheaded with ecstasy.) . He kissed her collarbone, then the place where the neck meets the shoulder, traveling upward until his lips fell upon hers. He pulled back after a few moments, his right hand cupping her cheek, and gazed down at her, into her, emerald green eyes happily greeting chocolate brown.
Sheila reached up and brushed a few strands of his hair away from his face. Both their breathing was still irregular and their bodies were lightly glistening with the sweat of lovemaking. She smiled, delicately throwing her arms around his neck and bringing him closer in a small hug.
"I love you." She whispered in his ear. When he failed to respond a moment or two later, she turned his head towards her and saw that he was crying. "Harry, what's wrong?"
Harry let out a small laugh and quickly wiped away his tears. "Nothing, I promise."
*'Pff... Nothing my ass.'* Harry thought. It's not that he didn't want to tell her, it's just he couldn't figure out how. I mean, how could he tell her that he loved the way her whole body seemed to smell of chocolate-covered strawberries? She might think he was weird or something. Had some freaky fetish with sniffing people...
He didn't know why, but that one scent seemed to spark a newly found passion in him. Yeah, sure, the other girls he bedded smelled good too, but Sheila was different. She was always different...
Harry leaned down, pressing his nose into her hair, and deeply inhaled, his eyes rolling back in his head as the sweet scent overpowered his nostrils.
Oh Merlin, how he loved it. Chocolate-covered strawberries. It was too perfect. An aphrodisiac of the fragrant kind, if you insist on labeling it. He had to stop himself or else he'd ravish her for the 6th, maybe 7th time. (Harry really didn't know. He lost count after the 3rd.)
It seemed to describe her, uh, seduction/ lovemaking very well. The way she moaned his name after every climax was rich and delicate, like foreign chocolate (the good kind). It seemed to melt in his ears and put a smile on his face.
Her very essence was the strawberry. Sweet and supple. Ripe. Ready for the picking. She'd be washed in his kisses and eaten (NOT like that, mind you.) quickly before the pleasant taste went away. And he did just that. Kissed every part of her body his lips could reach. He relished the fact that she responded to his every touch, every whispered sigh, every emotion, so perfectly.
He simply loved everything about her. The way she cuddled him afterwards. The way her hands carefully explored his body and found sensitive (but in a good way) areas he didn't even know he had.
Even the way she acted during intercourse would be considered innocent. Her animalistic lust when she ran her manicured nails across his back over and over again, were always massaged gently away, almost as if she were apologizing for hurting him, not that Harry minded. He seemed to be driven by it.
He strived to make her happy, the same way she did to him. Whenever she would wrap her long legs around him, he just drove further and further in, occasionally letting out a frustrated grunt because yeah, he was close to her, but it just didn't seem to be close enough.
But it seemed to satisfy her, she was never one to lie, and to Harry, that was the best feeling in the world. Making her happy. Loving someone and them loving you back. Knowing that you, no matter how selfish or pure or funny or even asshole-ish you are, could make someone smile a genuine smile just by being in the same room, was definitely the greatest feeling in the world, especially if they did the same to you...
And that's exactly what Sheila did to him, with or without her own knowledge of it.
Harry blinked, realizing that he had been staring at her for far too long because she was now giving him a very confused look, her brows furrowed and her mouth open as if she were about to say something.
Finally, she did. "What?"
Harry shook his head. "Nothing."
"Then why are you just staring at me like that?"
"Because you're beautiful."
"No." She said, firmly. "No more, okay?"
Harry laughed. "What?"
"Oh, like you don't know. Harry, I think 50 gazillion times is enough, especially for me."
"Okay, okay.... But you are beautiful."
"Thank you. And you, you are very handsome."
"I know I am."
Sheila playfully slapped his arm, letting out a tiny moan when Harry thrust into her one last time, before withdrawing. He wriggled into a comfortable position beside her, one arm behind her back, the other laying across her stomach. She sighed and snuggled closer, her head coming to rest on his shoulder, one of her hands interlocking with his on her stomach. Harry smiled, kissing her forehead.
Nope, there were simply no words he could use to describe how he felt.
"I love you, Sheila." Well, I guess those could work...
"I love you too, Harry." She giggled when her stomach made a funny noise. "I'm hungry..." She let out an "Mmm..."
"Not thinking about me naked again, are you?" He inquired, quirking an eyebrow.
"No... Just my favorite food."
"Which would be...?"
Sheila "Mmmm"ed again. "Lasagna."
"Oh."
"What's yours?"
"My what?"
"Shoe size." Sheila said, rolling her eyes. "Favorite food, silly."
"Oh..." Harry thought for a moment, then grinned. "Chocolate-covered strawberries."
~*~*~
Sheila's eyes focused and unfocused on the tiny particles of dust and dirt filtering (along with the pale morning light) into the queen size, four-poster bed though a crack in the heavy drapes, as she lightly ran her fingers up and down the arm that was wrapped around her waist.
She knew it was still early, with what, the way the sunlight was still dull and the crickets melody was being joined, and eventually dying away to that of the songbird. She took a deep breath, rolling over as she did so, the bed sheets sliding smoothly over her bare skin, and her chocolate brown eyes fell upon the sleeping form beside her.
Harry, who had been sleeping with his stomach to her back, gave a small snort against her shoulder and tightened his grip around her.
Sheila sighed. Tip of her tongue between her teeth, she quickly, but silently, unfolded his arms from around her waist, scooting an inch, then another, away from him. Harry mumbled something incoherent, his arms falling away.
Smiling to herself and thinking a good shower was the first priority on her To-Do List, she cunningly slid the rest of the way out of his bed. Harry stirred and she stiffened, as not to wake him, her amused eyes peering over the top of the crumpled blankets from her place on the floor.
He opened and closed his mouth a few times and, letting out a small yawn, rolled onto his stomach, his arms wrapping around a soft pillow, his head caressing it almost lovingly as his breathing fell into the steady rhythm of sleep again.
Smile still plastered on her face, Sheila reached over, grabbing a hold of his hand, and gave it a light peck before standing and heading for the Prefect bathroom, the heavy bed curtains fluttering noiselessly with her departure.
~*~*~
Harry awoke to what he thought was the sound of heavy rain. Letting out a small grunt, he sleepily rubbed his eyes, his other hand blindly searching his bedside table for his glasses. Finding them, he put them on, only to find that his bed was empty and the rain wasn't rain, but the shower running.
He could hear someone softly singing "You Are My Sunshine" on the other side of the bathroom door, her voice muffled by the shower. He buried his head deeper into the pillow, his glasses going askew, and deeply inhaled, grinning when he found "it". "It", of course, being her smell.
It was very faint, but he didn't care; the events of the previous night flooding into his mind. Harry grinned into the cotton pillowcase. Oh, yesss... *'Stop! STOP!'* He thought as he let out a frustrated sigh, throwing the pillow aside, and rolling over.
He covered his face with his hands, only to let out another grunt. He could smell her there too, on his fingers. It was everywhere. Surrounding him. Engulfing him. Beckoning him to the world of ecstasy and slowly driving him crazy.
"Stupid scent.... Stupid, evil, but oooh-sooo-gooood scent..."
"Who you talking to, sweetie?"
Harry jumped in surprise and looked toward the bathroom. Sheila was standing there, clad only in her bathrobe, the belt of it tied and hanging loosely from her small hips. She was towel-drying her hair, the last notes of "You Are My Sunshine" being softly hummed as she walked across the room, stopping in front of the room's full-length mirror.
"What'd you say?" Harry asked, rubbing his temples, almost as if doing so would rid his memory of the "evil" scent.
Sheila looked at him through the reflection in the mirror. "I asked you who were you talking to."
Harry shook his head. "No one. Just myself."
She gave him an inquiring look, but pushed the issue no further. Walking over to his dresser, she picked up a brush. "This yours?" Harry nodded, and Sheila proceeded to brush her long, black hair.
Harry watched her with a childlike innocence, taking in her every move, every breath, until she turned to him with a "What?" and set the brush down.
He, for what seemed like the billionth time, shook his head again. "Nothing..." He said, smirking.
"Why are you smiling like that?"
*'The scent... the evil scent...'* It must've been her body wash or something because Harry smelled it when she exited the bathroom. Now, it truly was engulfing him...
"I love the way you smell."
Sheila looked at him, her eyebrows raised. She held up a hand. "Whoa... Rewind. What?"
"I love the way you smell. Is it your perfume or something?"
She stared at him for a minute, then smiled. "Probably. What does it smell like?"
*'Like utter and complete ecstasy...'* "Chocolate-covered strawberries."
She furrowed her brows. "Well, I wear a strawberry smelling body spray, but I don't know about the chocolate... Wait..." She paused, finger tapping her chin in thought. "The way I smell... Is that like a turn-on for you...?"
Harry shrugged, grinning. "Maybe..."
Sheila ran a hand through her now tangle-free hair and sat on the edge of the bed. Harry scooted over to her, swinging his legs over the side, and took one of her hands in his own. Her head found its place on his shoulder. She gave an evil laugh.
"I'll be right back..." She disappeared into the bathroom, leaving a surprised and questioning look on his face. He could hear her rummaging around, apparently looking for something, and then what sounded like a tiny hiss.
"What're you doing...?"
She gave another evil laugh. "Nothing..." She returned, smile on her face, her hands fanning her neck, as if she were trying to cool herself off. "C'mere..."
"What...?"
"Gimme a hug."
"Why?"
She let out an exasperated sigh. "Because it's Christmas and I need to give you my Christmas hug, now c'mere."
Harry hesitated, but got up from the bed, almost tripping over the mess of blankets on the floor, and stood in front of her. She held her arms open and he silently stepped into her warm embrace. It was immediately apparent why she had been laughing so maniacally because the smell was still fresh and strong.
Harry groaned. "Oh, you cheater..."
She looked innocently at him. "What?"
"You sprayed it on purposely!"
Sheila shrugged, grinning. "Maybe..." She said, mocking his previous actions.
"Oh, that's it..." She let out a little yelp/giggle when he picked her up and carried her to the bed. He half threw her, half laid her down. "You, my darling, have been a very bad girl."
"Oh, have I? Well, then I guess you should punish me, huh?"
Harry smirked. "Definitely..."
She took one of his hands in hers. "Well in that case, you might want to punish me for this too..." She placed his hand inside her bathrobe.
Harry gasped. "You have been a very naughty girl... Not wearing underwear... Shame on you... I guess I WILL have to punish you for that..."
Sheila sighed, her head falling back on the bed. "Oh, please do..."
~*~*~
"Harry, you can't tell anyone, not even Ron, that we've done anything."
Harry looked at her from his sitting position on the bed. "Sheila, look at me." She turned towards him. "See this." He pointed to his mouth. "This smile is going to be really hard to cover up." Sheila stuck out her bottom lip. "It won't be easy. Ron knows me better than anyone else-" Sheila gave him the 'Puppy-dog eyes'. Harry sighed. "- but I'll try."
Sheila nodded, hooking the last clasp on her heavy cloak, and pulled her hair back in a messy bun. She leaned back when Harry came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. He kissed her forehead.
"Happy Christmas."
She smiled, turning and pecking him on the cheek. "Happy Christmas."
Just then, the door to the bedroom burst open and Hermione and Ron came stumbling through.
"HAPPY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY!" They shouted.
"Hey guys." Harry walked over to them, shaking Ron's hand and giving Hermione a hug. Sheila stood back, watching silently, but Hermione caught sight of her.
"Sheila," Hermione said, walking over to her and grabbing her arm. "c'mon! Presents downstairs!"
Sheila laughed as her giddy friend dragged her out of the room. "Okay." She turned towards Harry, who was watching them with mild amusement, and merely shrugged.
Ron shook his head once they were out of sight. "That girl... I swear... You'd think she'd die if she wasn't the first one to open her presents..." Harry sniggered and Ron turned to look at him. "Why are you so quiet?" They stared at each other for a moment, before Harry blinked, breaking eye contact.
"Nothing."
"Wait... Something's different about you... I just can't seem to figure it out..." He grabbed Harry's chin and turned his head towards his own. "Look at me..." Harry lifted his eyes and saw Ron's staring intently into his. "Hmm... Hold on..." Ron's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. "Oh..." He let go of Harry's chin and took a step back, grinning.
Harry was getting really annoyed. It was as if he were an animal on display and Ron wanted to be the first to poke his eye out or something. He shrugged.
"What?"
Ron poked him in the chest. "You son-of-a-bitch! You guys did it, didn't you?!"
Harry shrugged. "Maybe."
"Don't bullshit me, Harry. Did you or didn't you?"
Harry sighed, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "We did."
Ron clapped his hands together. "I knew it!" He paused. "How many times?"
Harry made an inaudible noise and Ron leaned closer to him, cupping his ear. "What was that?"
Harry made the same noise and Ron leaned even closer. "Huh?"
"NINE! WE DID IT NINE FUCKING TIMES, OKAY?!"
Ron pulled away from him, smirking. "Oh... okay..." He paused. "Was it any good?"
Harry gave him an incredulous look, the grin that was threatening to come out earlier finally surfacing when Ron started wiggling his eyebrows comically at him.
"Aha! That's a yes!" Ron was bouncing on the balls of his feet now. "Details! I need details!"
Harry shook his head.
"Awww... C'mon!"
"No! That's private." Ron gave him a look and Harry sighed, giving in. "Fine, but you can't tell Sheila." Ron nodded, and Harry slung an arm around his shoulders, steering him out of the room. "Tell me, have you ever had chocolate-covered strawberries...?" He asked, closing the door behind them.
A/N: Ugh, that was a dumb ending! *shrug* Oh, well! Hope you enjoyed it! Please REVIEW!