There she lay, the couch a small bed where she slept sweetly. The black haired boy sat across from her, with a small table between them, and a simmering fire just next to it. He had been working on an essay, but long since stopped in light of the beautiful face she was making in her sleep, making him melt.
He looked around the room, and up at the stairs where their dormitories lie; not wanting to wake her, he was unable to take her up to her room. He thought he would just let her sleep for a while, while he enjoyed for the beauty that the fire reflected. He looked down at his lap where a parchment and a quill had lain unused for several minutes. A silent rustle from the couch made him look up from his revere. There, her beautiful cinnamon eyes were staring at him; he longed to stare at them forever.
"Harry," she breathed, her eyes trained on the boy in front of her. Her small frame giving an involuntary shiver, from the cold or something else he couldn't decide. She looked down at his quill, which was sitting in his lap; he knew she was aware that he hadn't written anything since she had fallen asleep. He grinned innocently when her eyes wondered back to his face, the piercing deep green eyes staring back into hers.
"Yes?" he could barely speak, their eyes locked and his heart pounded in his chest. She shifted slightly, reaching out a small hand toward him. Surprised, he reached out and took hers in the flickering firelight; their finger intertwining, he pushed his materials onto the hardwood table in front of them.
"Stay with me?" she choked, her words full of tenderness and care. He smiled softly, her eyes taking note of every stray hair that fell across his forehead hiding the cursed scar. He stood and silently conjured a soft blanket, red and gold like the hangings in the room. She bit at her lower lip nervously as he picked up the book in her lap, and set it on the table as well.
"As you wish," he whispered as she moved towards the edge of the couch, leaving room for him to lie next to her. He slowly descended to the couch, covering them with the soft red blanket as he did. He looked into her eyes, the distance between their faces thin; her eyes catching the last rays of light from the now dying fire.
A lock of her soft brown hair fell across her face, his hand darted out to gently tuck it behind her ear. His hand lingered there; barely touching her cheek. A slow intake of breath was all that could be heard, before the distance between their faces slowly decreased.
His head shifted slightly after their noses touched, the distance continuing to diminish. Her eyes fluttered closed, their lips met; their tender kiss paused time for them, the flickering light from the fire enchanting the picture. When they finally pulled back and opened their eyes, neither could keep from grinning. Her sweet and innocent grin was matched only by his mischievous eyes and smirk; he didn't wait long to replace his lips again on hers.
A small tear ran down her soft cheek, his waiting hand proceeded to gently wipe away the runaway. Her eyes closed silently, as he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close to him under the blanket; his eyes closing just as the last light of the fire died away.