A tall lanky boy lay across the couch next to the fire, his red hair sloppily kept. It wasn't uncommon, he thought, his friend often fell asleep working on homework. He scanned the room: the red and gold tapestries and book bindings shined in the firelight, but no one seemed to be in the room except his fast asleep friend.
Then he saw the fragile hand on the only plush chair that wasn't facing him, he grinned. He took his time slowly strutting from the door to the fire, his eyes always focused on the red chair, and the occupant. When the quiet face came into view his grin only widened, then she spoke, "I know what you're thinking." He grinned; she hadn't looked up from her book, her soft cinnamon eyes taking in the words that she loved so much.
"How could you possibly know what I want?" His grin never failing, she looked up into his deep green eyes, framed in his circular framed glasses. Her face seemed a bit hurt, but curious all the same.
A moment of silence ensued, it was finally broken when she whispered, "aren't you going to tell me what it is then? What it is you want?" She raised her eyebrow at him, he grinned blushing slightly. He now stood next to the fire, his face almost hidden in the shadows, staring into the beautiful eyes in front of him; his shoulder resting against the wall.
"But all that I wish is to make you happy." He said softly, before looking to the sleeping young man on the couch but looked back to her almost instantly. The red haired boy stirred a bit, but then again he did that often in the dormitory.
"But that which will make me happy, we can't have," she smiled softly; she looked to her friend on the couch, but then back to the dark haired boy standing next to the fire. His grin faltered momentarily, "for lots of reasons. You know that," she sighed, her eyes wondering back down to the book in her hands. He knew she wasn't really reading it, he cast his gaze to the fire.
"I wish he would get over it," the boy sighed still staring into the bright fire. He walked over to the chair where the girl sat, in her school uniform; he knelt in front of her solidly, looking up at her face as she tried to stare at the book. She eventually looked at him tenderly, she ran her hand up his cheek and brushed away some of his hair. She softly ran her finger down the scar that was pressed on his forehead.
She looked back at the boy on the couch, before leaning down to whisper in the raven haired boy's ear, "I wish for that as well, but we don't always get…" she paused looking back over to the couch, "everything… we want." As he snored loudly she looked back into his eyes and leaned over a bit more. She placed a soft kiss on his tender lips, lingering there for a moment. He tried to push the kiss forward into passion, but she pulled back before he could. She shook her head at him, but her eyes never left his. He looked at her sorely, but she just grinned evilly and messed up his hair a bit with her hand, before casting another look over to the couch.
When the boy put his hand on her knee, her attention was brought back to the one she had just kissed. Her soft eyes searched his eyes for his intensions, finding nothing but innocence and compassion she smiled softly again. She covered his hand with hers, and looked deeply at him, her eyes confessing her apology. Another moment had passed, before she said, "I must be going to sleep now." Her whisper directed the young man's line of vision back to the couch and then up to the stair well. She gathered her things and proceeded to stand. The boy collapsed into the chair next to the couch, as she walked slowly to the stairs; she looked back just before she ascended the first step, just to wink at the boy in the chair.