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𝕽emus smiled whole heartedly to himself, glancing out of the corner of his eye to the Hufflepuff absentmindedly doodling on her parchment beside him as they found themselves in transfiguration class, Mcgonagall teaching at the front. Ever since the day in green houses, they've been more flirty, touchy and affectionate with each other despite not having properly kissed yet. He wants to badly but he's waiting until he's fully sure it's what she wants and still the perfect moment.
They ended up spending the entire afternoon in the greenhouse, just talking quietly to each other, giggling and holding on to each other. It was what they both wanted and needed. They were becoming each other's addition, like flowers need water to survive, they need each other. He liked that, he thinks.
He grabs his quill from in front of him, reaching over and draws his attempt of a buttercup on her parchment, her eyebrows raising at him before she grinned, compelling him to feel all warm and fuzzy inside. He chewed his lip, maintaining direct eye contact with her as he drew a heart beside it, observing the way he flickered her beautiful eyes down to the parchment, her cheeks blushing faintly before she lifted her gaze back to him, softening considerably.
I sighed softly at the boy, feeling my heart thumping in my chest at the sight of the flower and the heart he had doodled on my parchment. I could tell it wasn't an ordinary flower, it was a buttercup, our flower next to a heart. A heart. He grinned sheepishly at me, my hand shifting slightly, to his, meeting his honey eyes again. Fuck- does this boy love eye contact. When I first met him, he didn't seem like the type, but he's more comfortable around me now and always tries to meet my eyes wherever we are, and i'd be lying if I said it wasn't driving me crazy inside.
I leaned over to his parchment, drawing a crescent moon and a heart resting inside it with a buttercup beside it, feeling him look to it with a smile before pushing his forehead against my temple from where I was leaning to his side of the desk, his nose brushing my cheek as he pressed his lips to my ear, whispering,
"A crescent moon?"
"Moonlight, a buttercup and a heart. It sounds like us, doesn't it, Casanova?" I whispered back, shifting my head slightly so I was facing him, his eyes travelling all over my face, his lips pouting together as he nodded his head a few times,
"Mmhm" He nodded, sliding his other hand into the pocket of his robe, feeling his heart race rapidly in his chest as he found what he was looking for, a blush rising up the back of his neck at the thought, a few shallow breaths emitting from his mouth, watching her silently as she continues to doodle on her own parchment again, keeping away from the ones he did as though they were sacred. He leaned towards her again, brushing her glowing hair off her shoulder before whispering, "Come with me after this lesson"
"Where?" I questioned with an inquisitive look, a smirk playing on his lips as he shrugged in a meaning of i'll have to wait and see, my heart skipping a few beats in my chest from the thought of him taking me somewhere, nevertheless nodding my head, "Okay"
