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Regulus shows James the deatheater mark but James is the sun and won’t leave him so easily.

Each step felt like walking on fire barefoot, his lungs struggling to take in oxygen. Regulus’ words played over and over again in his head, worry seeping into his features as his hands trembled slightly from where they were stuffed into his pocket.

“We need to talk.” scribbled in the familiar, fancy script on the corner of a cheap napkin, the words sat in his pocket, his fingers fiddling with it every now and then.

“Regulus?” He forced the words out of where they were stuck in his throat, opening the door to the ‘Come and Go’ room and scanning it for the only person on his mind, his heart hammering in his chest.

“James.” sharp grey eyes met warm hazel, the rims red from what had to be at least an hour of crying. A red and yellow sweater, James’ sweater, hung loosely off his shoulder, exposing the pale skin beneath. His finger fidgeted with the rings on them, one silver snake with emerald eyes calling out to the Gryffindor.

“Hey, love. Got your note, what’s wrong?” He tried. He did. Tried so hard to believe that nothing was wrong, that Regulus just wanted to talk about plans for the holidays, that they were okay. But he couldn’t stop his voice from breaking and cracking as he said those words, as he thought about the note sitting in his pocket.

“Yeah, James I–we, we can’t do this. You–you deserve so much better.” He averted his eyes at the last part, not letting James look into his eyes and decipher his emotions.

“What? Reg–I, I don’t need any better. I need you. Regulus Arcturus Black, you’re all I need. I don’t need better, there is no better–” He could feel tears threatening to spill out, his heart breaking into pieces in his chest.

“No! You don’t get it! I’m not a bad person, I’m a cruel person, I’m my mother’s son, James.” Regulus cut him off, looking up now, tears streaking down his face.

“Your mother, is that it? She put you up to this? Reg, fuck her. She doesn’t get to dictate your life.” He reached forward for him, his finger tightening around the sleeve of his sweater, carefully not to touch Regulus himself. Gently he tugged him towards him, meeting him in the middle of the room, right beside the four-poster bed in the centre of the room.

“You don’t get it,” His voice cracked and cut him up inside, wobbly and shaky and nothing like how he was raised to speak. But he was talking to James Potter, and he always could make Regulus do things his mother would hate to know about.

Raising one shaky hand, he pulled the sleeve of his sweater up, revealing his left arm. And Merlin did it hurt seeing James’ face fall, taking in a deep breath like he was just punched in the gut.

“Regulus–I, you, why?” He walked past Regulus to collapse onto the bed, his arms resting on his knees as he reached forward to pull Regulus in, letting him collapse into his arms, completely enveloped in all that is James Potter.

“I was so so scared James. He was there and I–I blacked out, I couldn’t think he just–he was just there and I was too scared to say no, I’m so sorry James, I’m so sorry, I should have said ‘no’, I could’ve but he was just so–I was just–” his voice cracked, his sobs getting louder and ridding his lungs of any air.

“Shh, shh, slowly, Regulus, slowly. Who was there? Who is he?” Rubbing circles into Regulus’ back, he pulled him up and onto his lap so he could look into Regulus’ eyes, see the pain, see the way he trembled as he breathed in, fingers tightening around Jame’s shirt.

“The dark lord–Voldemort, he was there James, she called him there,” He gasped out, fingers tightening around James’ wrist.

“Shh, look at me Reggie. Up here, love, yes,” gently tilting Regulus’ head up, he encouraged him to look into his eyes, moving one thumb up to brush his tears away.

“I don’t know what to do anymore, James,” Regulus’ voice was barely above a whisper, his eyes wide and showing so much more emotion than he would usually allow.

“You trust in me, and I trust in you. That’s what we do Reg. We get through this together, me and you.” James flashed what he hoped was a reassuring smile at Regulus, leaning back and plopping down onto the bed with him in his arms.

“Cry it out love, let it all out. We’ll deal with this when you’re ready, okay? I’ll wait,” He leaned over to say, his voice soft and soothing. Gently, he ran his hands through Regulus’ curls, holding him close until the shaking became barely noticeable trembles.

“I—My brother, James,” he whispered against James’ collarbone, burying himself into the crook of his neck, the tears gone but his body still shaking slightly.

“I’ll handle Sirius, we can handle Sirius,” he whispered into his ear, rubbing soothing circles into his scalp.

“It’ll—We’ll be okay, Regulus. I promise,”

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Nobleflower<33

“Alice! Where were you?” Marlene bounded over, a smile across her face.

“Sorry, overslept, I was—“

“Oh.My.God.” Lily’s voice cut in, a large gasp leaving her lips as she stared wide-eyed at Alice.

Confusion seeped into her features as the rest of the girls shared looks that Alice couldn’t decipher, anxiety flooding her system.

“Girls?” She took a careful step forward, pulling her compact mirror out to check if there were any weird markings on her skin.

“Your tie, Alice,” Mary called out, her tone cheeky and mischievous.

“Alice, my darling, when were you going to tell me that you’ve gone and gotten yourself a second bed?” Marlene chimed in, chuckling as she flicked the tie up and into Alice’s face. “So, how was he? He had to have been good for you to overlook that he was a Slytherin,”

Oh.

“Uhm—“ she stuttered out, hands shaking as she pulled off the tie. If she was wearing the Slytherin tie, then does that mean that her tie is with—

“Alice!” a voice carrying an extremely posh accent called out her name, a familiar slytherin face behind her.

All the girls turned to her immediately, Lily letting out a shocked gasp while Marlene howled with laughter.

There, in all her beauty, was Narcissa Black, her robe missing and two buttons open on her white button up. She had her hand extended, silver rings of varying sizes and styles adorning her fingers. “My tie, darling,”

“Cissy—“ she passed back the tie, her face flushing hot as she tried very hard to not stare at the exposed skin.

“Your tie’s still in my room, you know the password,” and with that, she was walking away, her posture perfect and her heels clicking.

“You’re fucking Narcissa Black! Oh my god you’re fucking Narcissa Black!” Mary shouted, grabbing Alice by the shoulders and forcing her to look at them.

“If it makes it better, I don’t blame you. I mean—“ Lily smacked Mary across the back of the head before she could continue, Alice’s face flushing even more than she thought would be possible.

“Now, go get your tie before we’re late!”

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Christmas post! (but on boxing day I’m sorry)

Also posted on AO3 and Instagram

As the night got colder, the cheers and laughs got louder in the Gryffindor dorm, everyone drowning in celebration. Presents were unwrapped, pranks were made and punch was spilled. Kisses were shared under the mistletoe and everyone was silently hoping for a certain someone to accidentally end up under with them. Said someone piss drunk on the couch, draped across Remus.

The night was young, and young love was to be seen everywhere. Innocent, sweet love could be found everywhere, even in the most unexpected places. James Potter was looking for his young lover, his secret, one no one would ever guess.

Two hours of silent longing later, James had to excuse himself from the festivities, heading to his room to find out exactly where his darling was.

His search led him to the astronomy tower, where his favourite Black brother was watching the sky with an innocence many would be surprised to see on face.

“Hey love,”

Regulus turned around slowly, his fingers loosening around the railing as his body visibly relaxed.

“My Atlantis,”

“Like—like the lost city? The one that sinked?” James stuttered out, confusion taking over for a minute or two.

“mhm,” letting go of the railing, he walked towards James, the sleeves of James’ sweater almost covering the tips of his fingers.

“Would you sink to the bottom of the ocean with me, my lover?” A red flush was on his cheeks, either from the cold or whatever alcohol was passed around in the Slytherin dorms. He raised a cold finger and ran it along James’ jaw, standing up on his tiptoes and moving even closer to James’ lips.

“Like Pyramus and Thisbe, a perfect kind of love,” the words were barely above a whisper, his free hand slipping down to cling onto James’ shirt. The barely noticeable scent of alcohol clung to Regulus’ clothes, hidden under someone else’s cologne.

“Your favourite,” James said, his volume mirroring Regulus’.

Regulus tilted his head up, shifting his gaze from James’ neck to his face, keeping his eyes locked with his.

Moving both hands to James’ shoulders, he used it to pull himself up to leave a quick peck on James’ lips, before tilting his head to deepen the kiss, leaving a breathy moan against James’ mouth when he tilted his head to reciprocate. That left an opening for James’ to enter his tongue, his fingers digging into the skin beneath Regulus’ sweater, his hands wrapped around his waist. Walking him backward while still snogging him like tomorrow doesn’t exist. Picking Regulus up like he weighed nothing, he placed him onto the railing, drawing a breathy moan out of him.

He keeps kissing him and Regulus is drowning. Sinking into James Potter but he just can’t help himself because it’s James sodding Potter and how is Regulus supposed to not enjoy snogging him. When he’s right there and he’s snogging him like he’s the only person that exists to him. Like he truly does love him. And Regulus can’t help but think that he could just stay there and drown in the miracle that is James and never have to take a breath again because James is all he needs. He is his oxygen, his lifeline, the heart racing in his chest. James is the only thing Regulus needs to survive and he's okay with that. Because James is kissing him like he thinks that all he needs forever is Regulus. His whole life, his past, present and future is in his arms and it’s name is Regulus Arcturus Black.

Eventually, they do have to pull it away, their foreheads against each other as they catched their breath. Regulus’ eyes stayed trained onto where their hands were interlocked on his lap, leaning into James’ hold.

“I’d sink to the bottom of the ocean with you, Reg,” James answered his question from earlier, pulling his hand away from Regulus’ to tilt his chin up. “Like Pyramus and Thisbe,” and he leaned down to leave another kiss on Regulus’ red and swollen lips, a quick and innocent peck on the lips before he was staring into Regulus’ eyes again.

“You’d die with me?”

“I’d die for you, my lover,” And he meant it. James Potter would gladly throw himself on a sword for Regulus. Without hesitation.

“I’d die for you. Not the other way around. I’d rather drown than let you die before me.” James heard the unspoken confession. I’m scared to be alone. Don’t die before me and leave me alone.

He cupped Regulus’ cheek and left a kiss on his forehead, whispering, “Then what if I don’t want to be alone without you?”

“Then you look to the sky and I’ll be there.”

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“What are you waiting for?”

“What do you mean, Mother?” she replied, straightening up and away from the papers scattered across her desk. She twirled her quill around her finger, waiting for her mother to continue.

She reached over and snatched the quill away, muttering about what a bad habit it was, how a noblewoman should be able to sit still.

“Well, for you to get married, of course,”

Marriage. With Malfoy. She was only 15 that year and yet she was already expected to give her whole future away to a man she didn’t love. She didn’t hate him but to love him? To bear his future heirs? To lay herself bare and vulnerable for him to get as intimate as he wishes with her? She couldn’t. There was no reason she just—didn’t want to. She didn’t want to let a man she didn’t love have his way with her. Just because she was a woman she had to do as he said? Submit to him? Fuck no.

“Black?”

Why? Why does she have to marry Lucius Malfoy when the love of her life holds her like she never wants to let go? Sure, Lucius told her that she could have a little mistress on the side, apparently, he has a secret lover too, but why? Why can’t she shout at the top of her lungs that she is hopelessly, terribly in love with Alice Fortescue.

“Black!”

“Hmm?” Looking up, her chin against Alice’s collarbone, her blonde hair all over the place in a way that would surely piss her mother off.

“You were spacing out,” Soft, gentle fingers pushed the messy strands away from her eyes, brushing through the soft locks like they were made of gold.

“I love you,”

“I love the weather, isn’t it just wonderful today,” a joking tone to her voice, she smiled at Narcissa, soft and sweet like the flowers they were lying in.

“I wouldn’t know, my eyes haven’t left you since I saw you,” there. There it is. Alice was beautiful, there was no denying it. But when she flushed red after Narcissa compliments her, a red reserved for her and her only, she was just stunning.

“Shush you,” the taller girl pulls away, lying fully on the grass, Narcissus flowers tickling their skin. Narcissa moved to lie beside her, locking their fingers together.

“I love you too, Black,” she whispered, turning her head to leave a quick peck on her cheek.

“hmm,” she looked up at the clouds, the sun bright and high. Outside the Come and Go room, the sky was gray and overcast, but here, where the only thing that mattered was the two of them, the flowers never died and the sun would never, ever set, where every breath she took was full of the scent of grass, quidditch, roses and books.

One day, in the later parts of 1981, Narcissa Black walked into the Com- and-Go room with a metal band around her ring finger, “N&A” engraved into it.

That day, she stood in the room and suffocated in the scent of grass, quidditch, roses and books as the rain beat down on her back, pushing her to her knees and tears trailing down her cheeks.

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Don’t Let This Darkness Fool You

Isaemiwr

hurt/comfort , Batfam batfaming, crying, Alfred’s cookies

not completed yet, (2/5 chapters) [estimated]

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Silence

TW!!// dark/negative thoughts

Sirius hated silence.

Despised it even.

It was always too loud. Too empty.

Whatever. It wasn’t a big problem now. The Marauders have probably never had a moment of silence ever since they met. Loud chatter and giggles became their trumpets that alerted others of their presence. James was always speaking loudly. His mouth never stopped moving, chasing away the cold hands of the silence whenever they got too close for comfort. Sirius loved him for it.

Moony was all quiet whispers and small giggles. Occasionally, he’d speak a little louder and everyone would let him speak. Sirius didn’t care how soft Moony spoke. He’d smile anyway. Anything was better than silence.

Peter was like James, just not as obnoxious. Wasn’t as mean with his remarks, sugarcoated truths–lies, his mother would call them–and insults so carefully wrapped they’d fly over your head most times, compared to James’ hard, cold truths. He loved it though. Watching Peter smile proudly when the target of his snipes took a little longer to realise he was just insulted.

The girls were rarely silent as well. Mary was loud and snarky, never hesitating to pick a fight. Lily was gentler, smoothing out Mary’s rough edges with her compliments and smiles. She never hesitated to call someone out though. Sirius wonders if he’ll ever have anything like Mary and Lily do. He hopes so. He might not live long enough for it though.

Marlene was rough. She didn’t have a Lily to smoothen her out, she didn’t need it. She was never afraid to speak her mind, knowing she had the skills to survive a fight, and the support if she needs it.

However, some nights, the silence would come back. Sink its sharp little claws into him and pull. Pull out that little voice in his head that hates him. Despises him just as much as he despises the silence. Sirius thinks he’s okay with it. Once in a while, it’s okay. Because when the night ends, the sun will rise and he’ll be okay. His friends would chase away the silence without even knowing it.

But sometimes. Sometimes, the silence digs deeper. It doesn’t just pull. It tugs, and it claws and it hurts. And sometimes the little angry voice doesn’t sound like him. No, it’s shrill and high. Loud and messy and out to hurt him. Sometimes, the angry little voice isn’t his but his mother’s. And when that happens, he doesn’t know what to do. Doesn’t know what to do but grit his teeth and bear with it. Just let the little voice in his head tear him apart and pull away all his masks and disguises until all that’s left is him. A failure, pathetic excuse of an heir. Useless. So he lays there, crying and shaking until the sun rises and saves him.

“Sirius?”

Sometimes, when it’s really bad, the silence comes even when it’s noisy and loud. Just covers up his ears and torments him while his friends blab on, oblivious to his state. And when that happens, Sirius just turns off. Logs out. Whatever you call it. He disapears into his own personal hell, a torture chamber in his own head, and goes on auto-pilot.

“Sirius? Hey?”

And he hates it. Hates hearing them laugh while he’s dying. He’s killing himself and they’re laughing and smiling and–

“Padfoor?”

Sometimes he dreams. Dreams that they’ll realise and they’ll save him. Sirius is dreaming right now. Dreaming the concern etched on his best friends’ faces, a strong hand clutching his shoulder. Moony’s hand.

“Pads?”

Oh.

He’s not dreaming.

He’s actually crying in the middle of the hallway. They’re really worried for him. They’re worried about him.

People cares about him.

“Sirius? You okay?”

“No. I’m not okay, Moony,” and then he was collapsing into his arms, broken sobs muffled by Remus’ sweater.

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Excerpt from my Christmas post except i’ll post it on boxing day instead

He kisses him and Regulus is drowning, sinking into James Potter but he just can’t help himself because its James sodding Potter and how is he not going to enjoy snogging James Potter? How is he suppose to hate drowning in James when he’s right there and he’s kissing him and loving him and making him feel so warm. Like he could stay there, drowning in James, forever. Like he’ll never need to take a breath again. Because its James and Regulus just can’t not love James.

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Excerpt again! Might use the previous excerpt for a Jilly fic instead.

Anyways, opinions, corrections and remarks ! support is also always appreciated <3

What is love but pain for Regulus ? What is love but watching as the one person capable of stopping the pain pulls someone else into their arms? Watching and feeling his heart break and shatter and fall apart, feeling the shards stab into him from the inside, but he can’t walk away, he can’t look away because he’s smiling, he’s laughing and telling her how much he loves her and Regulus just watches. Watch as Jame’s whole face lights up and he kisses her oh so sweetly, so gently, before pulling away grinning and he can’t look away because James Potter is simply the most beautiful man on the planet. James and his bright as the sun smile, the way his eyes shone with joy as he stared at her. And it was so, so quiet. Everyone was laughing and cheering but Regulus heard nothing. Nothing but the sound of his heart shattering and James’ laugh, so sweet a sound it almost seemed like a dream

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𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐈𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬

- CynoNari

- First Meetings

- Also posted on AO3 & Instagram

His heavy pants filled the air, sweat trickling down his forehead. The cool atmosphere of the forest did naught for the harsh heat. Brushing back his hair for the nth time that day, he sighed out loud. A sharp branch reached out and scratched his cheek, pointing its scrawny fingers at him, as if mocking the General. The warm blood flowed down his cheek faster than a small scratch should have, the feeling of the thick liquid at his jawline coming the moment Cyno felt the pain from the scratch. Moving a hand up to carelessly brush it away, he winced when his fingers came in contact with the scratch.

God this day has been going terrible. First, the one day where he could finally rest after days of dealing with Collei was cut short. All because some researcher decided that the perfect day to meddle with things he shouldn’t touch was when the General Mahamatra was out of Sumeru. he wasn’t exactly wrong but did he really think Cyno wouldn’t have preparations ready? But it turned out that the soldiers weren’t competent at all, not being able to capture a researcher that spent all his days holed up in his room researching whatever piqued his interest,and had to call on him. And that despicable researcher had decided to flee through the forest, and of course Cyno had to follow despite having never stepped foot in the forest, the lush green trees and sharp branches all alien to him.

“Poison?” It couldn’t have been a normal scratch, as the blood loss was to great for a shallow cut. It wasn’t enough to kill him but definitely more than what a small scratch should have, and it was hurting a little too much. “Whatever, the researcher comes first,” the General mumbled under his breath, slicing through the plants in his way and trudging through the thick leaves as he headed in the direction he saw the criminal heading in.

“Mister?” a soft voice called out, so gentle it felt like a caress to his ears. the sweet scent of flowers and the leafy smell of trees filled him up, leading him to...fox ears?

“Yes? Do you need something?” the words left his lips a little too impatiently, a snarl almost slipping through.

“Do you know a General Mahamatra? There's this guy at my place that claims someone like that is following him?” Perfect.

“That would be me. Could you please show me the way to your place?” the boy just nodded his head before turning around and walking deeper into the forest.

“Sit,” tugging on Cyno’s arm, the fox-eared boy led him to a small chair, pulling him down. “Wait,” and then he was running off.

“Hmmm..mmm…,” he hummed softly to himself, the gentle melody filling the air around him and relaxing his tense face muscles. The soft chirping of the nearby birds blended well with his gentle humming, the soft rustling of the leaves adding a sweet mood to the whole tune. Enchanting. Lovely. Beautiful. Like a princess from a fairy tale. Those thoughts made their way into Tighnari’s head, occupying the empty space in his mind as he stared at the boy he picked up from the forest.The aggression from earlier no longer on his face, a gentle, loving look in its place.

“General?” He didn’t miss the way the male’s face heated up, cheeks flushed as he turned to look at Tighnari. Too embarrassed to look him in the eye, he glanced down at the boy’s arms, antiseptics and bandages in his hands.

Without a word, Tighnari walked forward and placed the things on the nearby table, grabbing Cyno by his chin and forcing him to sit straight. Gently, he wet a cloth and dabbed at his wound, Cyno’s eyes piercing through him.

Beautiful green eyes, glowing like emeralds in the sun; small pink lips, pursed in concentration; small fingers that touched Cyno so gently, as if the tough general could shatter with one wrong move. His cheeks were dusted a soft pink, likely embarrassed from being stared at so intently. But Cyno couldn’t look away, his eyes only able to look at Tighnari.

“Done,” His voice trembled slightly, trying to distract himself from the feeling of being stared down by packing up the leftover bandages and antiseptic. “I’ll go get the guy you were hunting down, is there anything else you would like me to get? Tea or something?”

“A map,” the hint of a smirk made its way onto Cyno’s face, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes.

“Ah yes, you must be unsure with the area, I’ll go-“

“Because I’m lost in your eyes” a prideful smirk plastered onto his face, satisfied upon seeing how red Tighnari got at those words. “Hurry along now, I have to head back by sundown,”

Just a quick nod and Tighnari was scurrying away, his ears tinted a dark red.

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excerpt from my Jegulus fic ?

okay i know it looks like Jilly (which is a cute ship yes) but unrequited love that actually isn’t unrequited>>>>

so read and give me your opinions or something yeah?? also beta readers or proof readers don’t do it for free right? or do they? lmk please thanks

James had always known he was in love with Lily. When he first saw her in the train, small, 11 year old James Potter knew. Knew that he was terribly, horrendously in love with her. Since then, he always has been. At first, just the sight of her smooth, silky hair was enough to flood his guts with butterflies. Then, when their elbows brushed against each other in Potions and James almost died right there. Or when they eventually grew close enough to cuddle together in the common room as they drowned themselves in stories of love and tragedy. James always knew that Lily Evans had a tight grip on the chunk of gold he called his heart. And he’d gladly let her pry it out from his chest.

Eventually, James had pulled himself together to inform her of his feelings. Of the deep and endless love he had for her, the love he believed would only grow deeper and deeper every day. Until he became a container for the ocean of love he had for her, until it was almost flooding out, almost drowning him. James always thought that he’d love Lily and only Lily.

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Prompt : Ron x hermione study date whr hermione gets mad (jokingly) at him

(prompt from insta follower)

“…and if you move this here, then you’ll get 32. Got it?” Hermoine glanced up at the lack of a response, her eyes immediately locking with Ron’s. Immediately, he looked away, a pink tint on the tips of his ear.

“Did you hear me, Ron?” Her voice was barely a whisper as she stared at the mess of hair on Ron’s head.

“Yes..24 right?” he stuttered out, quickly writing down the equations on the paper, avoiding Hermoine’s eyes like his life depended on it.

“No! 32! Merlin, Ron! You’re always like this, asking me to help you and then spacing out the whole time! I might as well just sit here and be quiet since you won’t listen!” Trying her best to sound as angry as possible, glaring at Ron’s tiny figure as he shrinked in on himself.

“It’s not—I—Sorry Mione. It’s just, you’re so so pretty I couldn’t help but get distracted thinking about you. I’m sorry for wasting your time, I don’t mean to but you’re so pretty when focused, I can’t help it. Please don’t take away our study dates,” He looked up near the end, staring at Hermione with pleading eyes, tears threatening to slip out.

“Ron, don’t cry please. I was just joking, I would never be angry at you over something like this,” Leaning forward, she pecked him on the lips, fighting back the urge to deepen the kiss.

The moment she pulled back, she was pulled forward by her chair as Ron claimed her lips, kissing her passionately. His hands traveled from her chair to hold onto her waist, fingers digging into her skin. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned back, pulling him along with her. Her hands moved up to hold his face, tilting her head and kissing back just as passionately.

Pulling back to catch her breath, she turned her head to the side to hide her flushed cheeks from Ron. He gently pushed her hair aside and kissed her temple before returning back to the assignment on the desk, acting as if he didn’t just kiss the life out of her.