Winters Cloak | S.S

31 | Secretive Swooning

'I very much swoon over the thought of you. Listening to that light touch of breathiness in your silky voice, melts all my worries away, causes me to shut up despite the adrenaline that runs steadfastly through my veins. I do not want you in a desperate way, I want to savour the depth of your dimensional presence. Feel your masculine calloused hands run through my curls. Lay my head on the field of your built chest that rises and falls in a rhythmic tone. I want to place a kiss on the curve of your luscious lips, hoping to see you smile. Your eyes present themselves as raven orbs but I see them as a midnight stroll. I want my arms clutched around your arm, your warmness, to engulf my body whole. I crave for your touch, knowing your teasing nature. You make me fall in love countless times. I know it's a hopeless crush, but the chasing makes me high."

— Y/N

This was not okay.

You were becoming too fond of him.

The parchment was now soaked with coal-like ink. You press your lips onto the page, giving it a small kiss, as the strong feeling of butterflies transfer inside your guts, fluttering about. Or maybe you found this little hobby of yours to contribute to your everlasting desires.

The memory of kissing him was still fresh on your mind. It was the highlight of your year. You smile with pure satisfaction.

This is so perfect. I got every detail of his and now I just need to complete this page with a quick sketch.

You sat in the Slytherin common room, emerald hues surrounding you, a fireplace heartily and thankfully lit up by your favourite Slytherin head boy, Leo Bloise.

Alone but comfy in your velvet shorts and black tank top. Not really caring about how you looked. Your skin identified the lack of humidity in the room, so you rub your arm for some heat the fireplace could not reach.

You felt at peace, legs crossed and head now arched back. Your parchment lay on your hand and the quill now placed gently on the small complacent stool that was beside you.

How convenient.

By the darkness of the water that lay compressed behind the clear windows, it was clear to you that it was indeed after-school hours. Although faint shimmers of isolated creatures drifted, their outlines become clear when their bodies left miniature prints of trail on the transparent glass.

Yet, Leo allows you to linger in the lounge for a moment longer. You wonder why but knowing Leo, you were always on his good side. So you never thought anything of his genuine 'caring' nature.

Or maybe Professor Snape informed him about me becoming a death eater? He probably feels pity for me...right?

So he's letting me off the hook for staying up super late.

Heck, he was clueless to what you were doing sitting in the common room by yourself. Reflecting? Doing your homework the night before? Insomnia?

He did not bother to ask you, which only caught you by surprise due to his previous antics of locking students in their dorms to teach them a lesson or two. Or bombarding you with questions.

The quiet shuffling of students presumably First-years you had guessed rattled upstairs into their dorms, probably by Leo's glare.

"I do not want to see any student leave their beds or I will be relaying the message to Professor Snape." He states loud and clear, the students nod, rushing further once the Potion master was mentioned. His voice echoes throughout the lounge.

Had they were not wanting to go bed so early? Now that you thought about it, going to bed early seemed like a great idea, no—an amazing idea.

Your eyelids were already droopy and shoulders seem to be slouching ever since Leo lit up the fireplace.