She slid into the red leather seat next to the fire, her eyes focused on a boy sitting in the couch across the table from her. He hadn't looked up, his attention focused on the book in front of him, but his mind was on her. His black hair pushed aside from his scar, she shifted her position a little. She pushed her hair out away from her neck, and she tucked a few strands of light brown hair behind her ear. Her attempt to get his attention wasn't without reward, as he grinned out the side of his mouth, trying desperately not to look up at the beautiful cinnamon eyes that were staring at him.
She smiled with her perfect set of teeth and soft lips, she slowly leaned forward to pick up the book on the oak wood table; the book was covered with a warn cover and the words 'Hogwarts, A History' was neatly scrawled atop it. He grinned, her eyes weren't looking at the book; he could tell she was pretending to read just so that she could stare at him more. Her eyes drifted from his eyes to the scar that was bore on his forehead, then her eyes slowly wondered down to his arms and across to his hands that held the book tightly. These silent contests seemed to come up more and more often as the year was going by, but he always wondered where Ron was; Ron would be furious if he knew what was going on.
The large oak door to the room swung open and two small first years clad in, their arms full of large books that they had just checked out from the library. The young black haired boy and girl set their books on the long table next to the brown haired girl in the chair, "do you mind if we study here?" the girl questioned. She looked at the charming boy on the couch and then to the smiling girl in the chair. Her voice was cool and collected, she was really asking for the chair where she sat, the boy thought.
"Hey, why don't you come sit next to me." The raven haired boy on the couch said, finally looking up from the book in front of him as his hand ruffled his hair a bit more than its usually messed up state. The older girl smiled, and stood finally making eye contact with his deep green eyes which kept her gaze locked. "Are you going to sit?" he grinned cheekily, before she noticed that she had been standing there for a bit.
"Oh! Of course Harry," she swiftly sat down next to him. He had moved his legs to the floor and she moved closer to him, so that she was leaning on his shoulder. He put his arm over her shoulder so that he could tale the book she was holding and placed it onto the table; he then held out the book he was reading so that she could read it. The deep black bound book seemed to absorb the light as it touched the cover; in small simple silver letters it read 'Dark Wizards.' He propped it open in his hands and flipped to the page he had left off; his left hand thumbing through the pages still wrapped around the girls shoulder. Her bright cherry blush was evident to everyone but Harry, as she sat with her face looking away from him trying to hid the rush she was getting.
There was something odd in the air as they began reading down the page he had finally stopped on. The chapter read, 'Common weaknesses'; the pages contained many different weaknesses that had been discovered while combating older dark wizards, but nothing seems to strike Harry as useful. Until he saw the words he was looking for, but least suspecting, 'Love seems to be a common thread in major threats to the dark lords.' She had reached the line before he had; she looked up at him curiously after reading it, wondering what his reaction would be. He looked down into her eyes, he couldn't look away; her deep cinnamon eyes only looked away when her eyes had started to water.
"Harry," she started, her eyes still watering.
"I think we're strong enough," he whispered into her ear. The two first years were now staring at the older two very curiously; they were intent to see what would happen next. She turned her head to look into his soft eyes again, and his hand retreated to her thin neck. The younger girl was now on the edge of her leather seat, when a sudden burst of the door caused her to slip and fall off the chair. She blushed furiously as Harry and the girl quickly pulled apart and looked at the door to the common room where they saw a young man with bright red hair standing looking around.
The older girl cast a gland at Harry and then waved to the red haired boy, as Harry got up and helped the young girl to her feet. He helped her collect her fallen books and papers. She smiled shyly, still blushing bright red as he handed her the papers, a forced grin plastered on his face. The red haired boy came strolling over, laughing at Harry. Ron said with a snicker, "What? Gone and knocked the first year' stuff all over, eh Harry?" Harry just shook his head grinning whole heartedly again, but winked at the young girl as she was about to say something.
"Must have been my charm, eh?" Harry turned his head as he slowly stood up. Seeing the other older boy's focus was on the girl on the couch, he winked at her as she continued to gaze at him through the red haired boy.