Pov Lorenzo
She was on my mind all day.
Nothing I did could change that. My hands twitched and tingled, my cock was half hard in my trousers, and I didn't hear a word in any of my classes. I was merely waiting until I could knock on her door at the end of the day and see her face again.
Theo was taking notes, so I didn't worry about her falling behind. Draco collected her assignments, and Mattheo talked enough for the both of us. I didn't have shit to worry about except getting back to her.
When Potions was finished, we packed everything and rushed to the great hall.
"If we eat fast enough, we can bring something back for her and see if she's doing any better," I suggested
They nodded quietly, shuffling alongside me through other students' bodies as we made our way. I sat at the end of the Slytherin table and filled my plate just as they did. We ate without talking, not wasting time, when we usually savor lunch on Friday with a break right after. It was a privilege to have no class after a meal. It was a proper treat not to hop into another class. On a day like today, with so much going on, we rushed through, barely chewing.
A short girl appeared beside us, looking nervous, "Draco?" she asked softly, twirling her hair around her fingers.
He turned to face her, raising a brow, "Astoria?"
She blushed and smiled under his attention, "I was wondering if- umm- if you would like to go to Hogsmeade with me tomorrow?"
He looked her over for a moment, making her squirm before he nodded.
Astoria squealed and dashed to her friends, who were giggling down the table. They made eyes at us, their laughter getting louder and more uncontrolled.
"A fourth-year Draco? Really?" Mattheo teased, tossing a roll at Draco's head.
"Shut up," he retorted, rolling his eyes and tossing the roll back lazily.
We finished our food and loaded a plate for Fey before leaving the giggling girls behind. We had over an hour before History of Magic began, and I wanted to catch Fey up before heading out to the most boring class of the day.
Following a group of young first-years through, we entered the common room with our goodies and headed straight for the girl's dorms, only to find Fey walking into hers.
Her shoulders were hunched, and she was wearing her muggle clothes.
"Fey? We thought you were sick?" Draco asked suspiciously
She turned to us, and I instantly wanted to smack Draco. Heavy bags were under her eyes, and she looked dead tired on her feet.
"I tried to go back to sleep this morning, but Dumbledore dragged me off to an appointment…" she answered vaguely, shrugging her shoulders.
Theo glared at Draco as he shoved him out of the way, "We came to bring you the notes and assignments from this morning."
Mattheo held out the plate from the great hall, "We also brought you lunch from the hall."
Blaise and I stepped forward, blocking out the stupid blonde git, "We just wanted to see how you were doing."
"What was the appointment?" Blaise asked, opening her dorm door for her and ushering her inside.
We followed her in, and she took us into the small space. Looking at us, she flushed bright red and held up a hand, "Wait right here, I want to make sure I've- made my bed."
She rushed into her room and slammed the door in our faces.
Mattheo laughed, "What do you think she's hiding from us in there?"
I thought back to this morning, remembering her bare skin under my fingers, "She probably just needs to straighten up."
"Maybe it's a dildo," Theo suggested teasingly, nudging my shoulder.
"Oh god, do girls just leave those out?"
They laughed around me.
"Don't know, mate, women don't need them with me." Blaise winked
Fey's door opened wide, letting us inside, "Don't need what?"
"Yeah, Blaise, what don't they need? I didn't quite hear you," Mattheo asked, hiding his smirk behind his hand.
Blaise glared at him behind Fey's head, "Jumpers," he told her quickly.
"They don't need their jumpers?" she asked embarrassedly
"Fuck. Not like that," he fumbled over his words, "I- I run hot; they don't need to wear extra layers." he recovered
Fey awkwardly nodded and sat on her bed, inviting us to sit wherever we would fit. The room was small, but we could all make it work with a bit of maneuvering.
For a split second, I imagined all of us crammed on her bed sans clothes, but I shook the thought from my head and sat beside her, doing my best to keep my mind squeaky clean.
"So… how were classes?" Fey asked, fidgeting with her fingers
"Fucking boring," Mattheo answered, setting the food in her lap, "Snape gave us a load of work to do."
"You've got an essay on it, by the way," Theo told her, grinning, "Don't worry, I'll help you."
"Thank you."
Draco leaned against the wall as we told her about everything she had missed while she picked at the food in front of her, eating like a rabbit.
Fey laughed and groaned when we mentioned how much work she would have to make up for missing class today. No doubt, knowing it would only get worse with History of Magic this afternoon. That Professor was known for assigning essays as long as we were tall and then some.
"Don't forget, Draco got himself a date while we were at lunch!" Mattheo taunted our blonde friend, who scowled at him.
"Oh, a date?" Fey asked, "Who with?"
"Some fourth-year girl,"
"Astoria Greengrass," Draco told her, observing her.
I scooched closer to her, not liking how he watched her or how his eyes lingered.
"She's real pretty," Fey complimented absentmindedly before going back to picking at her plate of food, but any idiot with half a brain could tell she was bothered.
Did she like Draco?
Was she upset that he had a date?
My mind flew to this morning when I told her I liked her.
Fuck, was that the wrong thing to do? Did I fuck this up?
My mind was reeling, and my heart was pounding with panic when I felt something hit my shoulder. I looked down and saw Fey resting there with her eyes closed.
God, I wanted to lean down and kiss her, "Are you tired?"
"I am a bit. It's been a long day," she told us without opening her eyes
Draco turned and left without saying goodbye, leaving the door wide open behind him, the ass.
"We better get headed to History or Magic anyhow," Blaise told her before waving goodbye.
"We'll be in the common room later tonight if you're feeling up for it," Mattheo added before leaning over her and kissing her cheek.
Theo frowned at him as he pushed them both out the door, "What the fuck was that, Riddle?" he hissed as they exited the dorm.
I was alone with Fey again, and I couldn't help myself when she nestled her head closer to me. I stroked her hair back from her face, "God, you're beautiful."
Her eyes shot open, and she leaned away from me, a light flush dusting her chest and neck, "What?"
I leaned across her bed toward her, "I said you're beautiful, Fey."
She looked away from me shyly, "You don't have to do that, Lorenzo."
"Do what? Compliment a girl I like? I think you're wrong. I have to do that."
"You don't have to pretend," Fey told me, looking frustrated, "I don't need pity compliments. I know what I look like."
Now, I was confused.
Pretend?
Pity?
What the fuck?
"Darling, I don't think you know what you look like because I see a beautiful woman before me."
She snorted, "Well, you'd be the first ever to see that," she replied with sass.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"It means that others have told me the truth, and I don't need you to lie to me, Lorenzo."
Anger started bubbling in my veins, "What did they tell you?"
She turned to me now with tears in her eyes, "They told me how ugly I am, how my freckles are traits of low-class breeding. My nose is too long for my face, and my lips are too big. My cheeks are puffy and fat, making me look like a damn chipmunk or a fucking toddler."
My fists balled tightly, ready to strike out, but not at her, at whoever put those lies into her head, "Those are lies!" I growled out
"Is it a lie that I'm fat then, too? That I'm bigger than the other girls here and that no guy will want to fuck me? I've been told that too," her tears were running down her face now, "They told me the truth. It was hard to hear, but it's easier than someone I care about lying to me…"
"I have never lied to you," I told her, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her into my chest. She struggled, but I was stronger than her. I used that strength against her and tugged her into the bathroom to stand before the mirror.
She turned her head and refused to look, "Don't."
"Look."
"Please, Lorenzo, don't," she begged softly."
I ignored her soft pleas and cupped her chin, forcing her to look at herself in the mirror. She was still crying, trying to blink them back, but they wouldn't stop.
I held her with one hand on her chin and another around her waist as we faced the mirror hanging on the back of her bathroom door.
"When I look at you, I don't see ugly. Those freckles you hate, I think, are beautiful. My mother always told me they were kisses from angles, and to me, it means you were kissed a thousand times, and it makes me want to kiss you so much more," she cried harder.
"Your nose fits your face perfectly, balanced right above your soft lips made for kissing. When I look at them, I kiss you, and I want to bite them," I tilted her face up to mine and rubbed my nose against hers, letting our lips barely brush.
"This body you say is fat," I told her, turning her to face the mirror again, "I can't get enough of it," I let the hand holding her chin trail down her neck over her breasts to rest on her soft tummy, "I love how soft you are. I don't think you're fat. I think you're made to have babies one day," I whispered huskily in her ear, "Your hips are wide, and your thighs too," I told her, pushing my now-hard dick into her ass.
She gasped at the feeling, "Lorenzo…"
"I want you just how you are, Fey," My hands trailed over her body, petting and touching her everywhere I could reach, "I think you're beautiful. Made perfectly just the way you are. I don't ever want you to change."
I wrapped my arms around her waist, not caring about History of Magic anymore, and I just held her.
"You mean it?" she asked softly, still staring at herself in the mirror.
I kissed her neck and cheek, finally letting my eyes meet hers in the reflection, "I do."
Fey turned in my arms and wrapped herself around me, holding me tight. She was tiny compared to me. She was still thick and soft in all the right places, but she was short where I was tall and weaker where I was stronger.
We held each other tightly.
I pulled back and tipped her face up to mine before kissing her lips lightly, "I like you, Fay. I mean it."
Her eyes searched mine for any hint of a lie. When she found none, she smiled, "I like you, too."
I picked her up, my hands cupping under her ass, and carried her out of the bathroom to sit on the bed so I could hold her.
She giggled faintly and held on tight as if I might drop her.
As if.
She may think she's fat, but she's light as a feather to me. She could gain more weight, and I would still lift her with no problem.
"Be my girlfriend, Fey?"
If everything else in the last twenty minutes was shocking, this was the icing on the cake. She leaned back with wide eyes, "Really?"
"Yes. I want you to be my girlfriend."
"Everywhere?" she asked.
My eyes narrowed, "Of course, everywhere. I want to hold your hand not just here but in the corridors and the great hall. I want to kiss you outside class and in the common room. I want to take you on dates, too, and I can't do that if you're not my girlfriend everywhere."
Still shocked, I asked at all, and she nodded, "Yes, I will be your girlfriend."
Grinning like a fool, I kissed her.