Lorenzo Berkshire
Warning: noneY/n POV:
Sitting under a tree, a soft breezing sinking through my sweater. A book in hand, taking a moment to look up at the view around me. Class finish not to long ago, I enjoy coming out here and taking time to myself.
The past few days Lorenzo has been busy with quidditch and his study. Of course we talk at lunch because we are with our friends but we haven't had any alone time.
I missed his warmth around me, his arms wrapped around my body. Soft lips on mine, hands slipping around me waist.
Sighing I close my book and grab my bag. Walking up the hill back to the school. As I wonder through the dark halls, the sun starting to set. Finding myself in front of the Slytherin common room.
Opening it quietly, glancing around. A few people sitting down and someone sitting down looking out the window. No Enzo unfortunately, walking up to his dorm. Knocking softly waiting for a answer that never came.
Opening the door slowly "Enzo" I call out walking in. No one was there, looking into the bathroom but still no one. Weird. He must still be at practice. It was late but sometimes Draco makes them stay long.
Tiredness filling my body as I put my bag on his desk then taking of my shoes. Changing into a pair of shorts I left here awhile ago.
Finally opening his covers and sliding into the bed. Turning in the bed trying to get comfortable. Closing my eyes, letting sleep take over my body.
(Time skip: an hour later)
Lorenzo POV:
Sighing tiredly I call out to draco "come on mate just let us go to bed".
He rolls his eyes annoyed "fine. Everyone go get some rest" he says to the team.
Taking off my gear, running a hand through my hair tiredly. "You coming to the dorm?" I ask Blaise as he turns towards the girls rooms.
"No im stay at Oxny" he sighs walking away.
"Alright then" I mumble to myself starting to think about how much I miss y/n. Her soft kiss and warm hugs.
Walking up to my dorm, opening the door and walking in. The lights were low looking around I see a figure laying in my bed.
It scares me for a second till I see the hair of y/n. Walking closer I move the hair from her face.
Her eyes closed peacefully, soft snore leaving her mouth. Smiling softly I kiss her forehead as she moves around. "Hi" she mumbles sleepy.
"Hi darling. Go back to sleep I'm going to go shower" I whisper as she nods her head turning her back towards me.
Walking to the shower, turning it on then stripping my clothes. Using the scented shampoo in my head. Washing it out with water then turning off the cold water. Drying myself with a towel then changing into a white shirt and Pajamas pants.
Walking back to the bedroom, sliding under the covers behind y/n. She moves over a bit to make more room for me. Kissing her check while wrapping my arms around her waist, our hands tangling fingers.
She hums turning her head towards me but her eyes still closed. "how was practice" she mumbles.
"tiring" I say short placing my head on her shoulder. "Everything ok with you" I mumble admiring her face.
"Ya I'm fine" she says starting to fall back to sleep.
"Goodnight" I smile.
"Goodnight" she turns back to her side.
(Time skip: next morning)
Y/n POV:
Fluttering my eyes open, the sun beaming in through the window. Enzo's strong arms still around me. Turning around to face him, his eyes still closed. I wrap my arms around his neck, placing my head in the crook of his neck. His gripe tightens around my waist, turning my onto my back so he was laying onto of me.
Running my hands down his back he groans in satisfaction. "Good morning darling" his raspy deep voice says kisses my check.
"Morning" I snuggled closer to him.
"Good sleep?" he smiles starting to tangle his hands in my hair. I hum a response nodding my head.
"Sorry about just coming here. I just really missed you" I sigh bringing my hand to his hair.
"No it's ok I'm glad you came" he rubbings my sides.
We lay there for what felt like hours. Enjoying each other's presence.
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