Lorenzo's Pov
She's been on my mind all day. Nothing I do gets her out. I've stroked my cock four times this morning. Each time thinking about her soft thighs spread out for me and her tight cunt dripping for me.
I groan as I felt my cock twitch in my trousers. Everything has flown over my head since I left her dorm. Seeing her wrapped in her blanket, looking tired and sweet, I wanted nothing more than to hold her, but as soon as my hands slipped under and felt her soft skin, my mind went haywire.
Never in a million years did I expect to find her bare. The little whimper that left her lips and the feeling of her tits pressed against my chest set me on fire, licking at my skin teasingly from the moment her door shut behind me.
Now, I was merely waiting until I could knock on her door at the end of the day and see her face again. See her little smile and hear her voice whisper my name.
"Mr. Berkshire."
My head snapped up, and my eyes connected with Snape, who stood before my desk with a scowl and a raised brow, "Yes, Professor?"
"In case you had not noticed, class is over."
Shite.
I muttered my apologies, quickly gathered my belongings, and rushed into the hall, where Theo and Blaise waited, laughing at my expense.
"You're all such assholes," I told them, flipping them the finger as we began to walk toward the Great Hall. Students rushed toward the Hall, laughing and giggling with their friends as they scurried. We walked in silently, watching the first years scattering about while our minds were thoroughly distracted.
The hall was packed with students when we entered. The volume of their noise was outrageous, filling the room with their muddled voices.
"If we eat fast enough, we can bring something back for her and see if she's doing any better," Blaise suggested, piling food on his plate.
"Mmm, yes, I can also drop off the assignments I gathered for her," Draco added, squeezing into the seat at the end of the table.
Theo nodded with us, "I can give her the notes I took."
We ate without talking, not wasting time. We usually savor lunch on Friday, wanting to take our time on a peaceful day. It was a proper treat not to hop into another class, but we wanted to see her beautiful face.
Out of nowhere, 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, "Leora?"
She blushed and smiled under his attention.
"I was wondering if- umm- if you would like to go to Hogsmeade with me tomorrow?"
He glanced at her momentarily, making her squirm, then nodded. Leora squealed and dashed to her friends, who were giggling at the other end of 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.
I was shocked that he agreed to see Leora for a date. Not that she wasn't a beautiful girl; she was just a bit frilly. She was certainly not the type I had figured Draco would go for. I always saw him with someone stronger, meaner than him even, but I suppose to each their own.
Mattheo loaded a plate for Fey as we finished our food before we escaped the giggling girls and their wandering eyes. I rushed them along the corridors over an hour before History of Magic began. I didn't want to waste any time when I could talk with Fey instead.
Following a gaggle of young first-years through, we entered the common room with our goodies for Fey and headed straight for the girl's dorms, only to find her walking into her dorm.
Her shoulders were hunched, and she was wearing her muggle clothes.
"Fey? We thought you were sick?" Draco asked suspiciously. He crossed his arms as his voice turned cold.
She turned to us, and I instantly wanted to smack Draco for jumping to conclusions. 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 daggers 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 git we called a friend, "We just wanted to see how you were doing."
"What was the appointment?" Blaise asked, opening her dorm door 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.
My eyes widened, "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 with a shit-eating grin.
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, still confused and seeming to think that Blaise meant he kept his girls naked.
"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 all made it work with a bit of maneuvering. For a split second, as I looked at her, curled in on herself atop her blankets, and imagined all of us crammed on her bed sans clothes, but I shook the thought 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."
Her eyes looked tired but brightened when he offered help, "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 at Mattheo and his stupid jokes and groaned when we mentioned how much work she would have to make up for missing class. 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.
"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, sending Draco a little smile, "Who with?"
Theo mulled it over for a moment, "Some fourth-year girl."
"Leora Wormwood," Draco said, observing Fey.
I scooched closer to her, not liking how he watched her or how his eyes lingered as her body shifted.
"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.
My heart sank. 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?
I was starting to 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 or moving from my shoulder.
Draco turned and left without saying goodbye, leaving the door wide open behind him, the ass.
"We better get headed to History of 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 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 want to do that."
"You don't have to pretend," Fey told me, looking slightly frustrated as she avoided my eyes, "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 witch 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, but the rosy hue to her skin was from anger, "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, hating that she was uncomfortable, but I continued anyway. I cupped her chin, forcing her to look at herself in the mirror. She was still crying, trying to blink them back, but they didn't stop.
Holding one hand on her chin and another around her waist as we faced the mirror, I gently demanded she look at herself, "When I look at you, I don't see ugly. Those light little 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 as I spoke, but I pressed on.
"Your nose fits your face perfectly, balanced right above your soft lips made for kissing. When I look at them, I want to 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 touch.
"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 the way you are, Fey." My hands trailed over her body, petting and touching her everywhere I could reach. "I think you're beautiful, made perfectly 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 weak where I was strong.
We held each other in what I can only describe as a death hold.
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 and said softly, "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 felt light as a feather to me. I would always be able to lift her with no problem.
Taking a deep breath I pushed her hair back and met her eyes, "Be my girlfriend, Fey?"
If everything else had been shocking in the last twenty minutes, this was the icing on the cake. She leaned back, her wide eyes searching mine, "Really?"
"Yes. I want you to be my girlfriend."
"Everywhere?" she asked, her perfect eyes searching mine for an answer.
My eyes softened, "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, in my dorm, 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.