This was not the kiss of a friend, this was a kiss of a man who was ready to devour her very being and by the motion of his lips, he showed no sign of stopping. It took Frances's mind a while to fully realize the incident, considering her paralyzed state. Her entire face was blushing furiously, and her cheeks tingled. She turned her head slightly, to catch a breath, but before she could even take a second wind , Harry's hand cupped her chin and pulled her to him roughly, kissing her full on the mouth. He parted his lips and slightly bit her bottom one, kissing it more tenderly this time. Frances's entire body shivered with delight, and reveled in the warm breathe that followed. She kissed him this time, matching his intensity, but slightly more gentle. She held his top lip sucking it softly, and broke away. "Frances." He whispered. "I want you to know that this..."
" Kiss me, Harry." She said."Talk later, Kiss Now." He smirked and she couldn't help but slip out one in return. His lips met her but in a much rougher kiss this time. Their first had been amazing, but this was more intense and eager. His tounge quickly wrapped around hers and she welcomed it willingly. Harry's arms encircled themselves around Frances's waist, and slowly pulled her closer into his embrace. Breaking away from the kiss, she moved to his ear, barely touching it, and whispered, "Never let go…"
"I don't intend to." He said. She laid her head on his shoulder, and smiled through her teeth. "Good." They both fell asleep on the couch that night, Frances's wrapped comfortably in Harry's arms. They meshed perfectly into each other, she falling down to settle on his lap, and he, holding her close and running his hands through her hair. All was quiet, except for the silent breathing and the crackling fire.
Frances awoke sleepily, to turn to Harry, but found he disappeared. Disappointed, she sat up rubbing the tiredness from her eyes and stretching. Frances looked around the dormitory, and saw that she was entirely alone. She fell back against the pillow and groaned. She heard the portrait hole open, stretching her neck to the side, to see who it was. Harry emerged, Beaming at her and carrying one glass of pumpkin juice and two blueberry muffins.
"Good morning sunshine. Have a good sleep?" Harry asked her, handing her a muffin. She ripped off a piece and popped it in her mouth.
"I was, till you left. You weren't here when I woke up." She said. Popping another piece of muffin in her mouth. She loved the top part the best. It was the perfect mixture of crunch and softness.
"Well you looked so peaceful I didn't want to wake you. Plus, I thought that maybe you'd want breakfast." He said.
"Oh god…" Frances mumbled.
"What?" Harry asked full of concern.
"Your one of those…" she said.
"One of those what?" Harry said confused.
"Morning people…How can you possibly be this awake in the morning?"
Harry laughed and kissed Frances on the cheek.
"You're a cute one. I hadn't had my morning laugh yet. Thanks for that." Said Harry, Laughing softly.
"Hey!"
She punched him lightly on the arm.
"Am I a clown? Do I amuse you?" she stared at him sternly.
"Your even cuter when your mad."
He smirked at her, and bent down, tenderly kissing her cheek once more.
Frances turned a soft pink shade. Harry smiled at this victory.
"Oh you won this time potter, yes. But i will get you. i will." she said coyly. Moving closer to his face. Harry smirked, he loved when she talked this way, it made her even more pleasing. Frances's voice in that moment was soft like butter and it made his insides melt.
"oh please do." he said. Barely touching her nose with his. She leaned in more to kiss him, and when they met, turned over, so they had now switched places, and she was on top, pressed against him.
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Back at the Great Hall...
"So your saying, that those thick-head bulgarians are going to beat the chudly cannons?" shot Ron.
"No. i'm merely pointing out that they will pumle your cannons to a pulp." Iffi shot back, smiling menacingly.
The pair had been arguing about the latest triwizard tournament since the night before. It was now daylight, and the sun was streaming down into the great hall. They had hardly touched their breakfast, which unknown to them, had recently appeared not moments ago. Despite the smell of bacon and sausauge, which under normal circumstances would of been traced by ron immediately, he continued on with his useless rantings.
"You only like them because of your precious little vickie-poo." spat Ron. Iffi's eyes shown daggers, and her face turned an evil shade of red at this statement. "How dare you! For the millionth time Ronald, I do NOT like him! Iffi shouted. "And his name isnt vickie, its victor you prat."
" Prat? Oh yeah, suuure. i see the way you look at him." He glared. "calling me a prat, well hes the bloody prat if you ask me." continued Ron, his ears turning more red by the second, almost like a really painful sunburn, but only without the pain of stinging.
"He's my friend Ron. I thought even you would understand that. it is after all, about-" But Ron intterupted.
"yeah, yeah. International. Magical. Cooperation." he groaned heavily. She moved closer till she was inches away from his face, eyes in glaring. "God Ron, your so-" It took Iffimana only a split second to realize that her most best friend had kissed her. He parted his lips. "Annoying." replied Ron, finishing her sentence.
"Well, actually more like-" Ron kissed her once more. This time more heavily. He pressed his lips hard against hers, and finished by softly biting her lower lip. Breaking away, he smiled. "Not so much of prat now am i?" he smirked. She looked straight at him, and blushed scarlet. "Oh shutup Ron, and just kiss me." she said.