LIFELINE | 𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙮 𝙒𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙮

▪︎ 51.

Eliza's spirits definitely improved very greatly.

Even Professor Snape, who had substituted for Professor Lupin, couldn't dampen her spirits. Although he was very unjust and exceedingly foul, it didn't even put a dent in her happiness.

"Poor fellow..." Claire said thoughtfully as Snape let them go. "He must be really sick."

"It's not fellow, it's Professor." Percy said disapprovingly, pushing up his glasses.

Claire smirked. "Okay, whatever, Head-Boy." She teased.

One good thing about their not being so affectionate in public was, in private, during the stolen hours of the late common room, they were each other's. They explored each other like never before, trying to make up for the two months they had lost.

Whenever they found each other alone, Eliza had to restrain herself from making jokes about PDA and private.

"Oh, so it's a problem if I kiss you in the hallway, but not so much if I kiss you here?" She teased him relentlessly.

Eliza was glad that their relationship finally became normal – but more. It started with Percy admitting that he actually didn't mind kissing her anywhere, as long as they never got caught. Those words came out of his mouth so casually as if he was talking about a new broomstick.

"Oh my," Eliza breathed out, her head thrown back, her back arched, her legs on his shoulders.

They had to be silent as Percy slowly kissed her thigh, working his way down. He was on his knees as Eliza sat on a table, trying her best not to get kicked out of the library.

It was startling because this was not Eliza's idea. No matter how much poised Percy put up to be, he had many secrets and desires hidden away, waiting to dance with the right time.

Percy's hair was a mess. The number of times Eliza had to hold it to stop herself from groaning was lost. But, it was nothing compared to Eliza. Her tie was undone, hanging loosely on her shoulders. The tuck was out, the buttons free, except for a couple near the collar. Her skirt was hitched up to let the kisses run down her leg.

She was the definition of a mess.

Percy had kissed almost every part of her available, her lips, her neck, her collarbone, her hands, her waist, and now her thighs. He had finally understood why Eliza particularly enjoyed on making him flustered because he knew, he'd do just about anything to see Eliza so red, so flushed and so breathless, a kiss away from a moan.

"Shh," Percy said, rolling his sleeves and pushing her legs apart to kiss the inside of her thighs. Not too inside – just enough to borderline ecstasy and patience. "Don't get me in detention again." He said.

Eliza dug her nails in her palms, biting down on her lip to stop herself from giving away. Her face was scrunched up in elation, waiting and wanting more.

Percy delicate kissed the inside of her knee. Then he looked up to see her expression. He'd tease her about it if it weren't for the fact that he was just as red, his heart thrumming from excitement. He kissed her more inside again to see her reaction. He could clearly make out the fact that she was biting down her lip hard. He was a little concerned that it might start bleeding.

"Fuck." Eliza whispered. Normally, she wasn't one to resort to such crude usage of language, but she had no other idea on other words to say out.

Percy gently rubbed his fingers in circles on her knees, which he was holding before kissing her inner thigh more inwards. Eliza couldn't hold it. She gave out a low, soft moan, enough of nearby people to stop and listen, but not enough to be sure of it.

Percy blushed instantly. He could not believe his ears. That little moan gave him so much euphoria. He was quite embarrassed about the things he was thinking right now.

"Did you just—?"

"Shut up and kiss me."

He did as she asked. He abandoned her legs, eager to adhere to her demand.

He stood up and pushed her legs further, pulling her closer by the hips and kissing her as if he wasn't just kissing her thighs.

"You're the most troublesome Head-Boy I've ever seen." Eliza said, closing her eyes as he kissed her neck.

"Blame it on my girlfriend." He replied back, just as breathlessly, his kisses trailing lower.

"I do."

Eliza had no idea where to place her hands and ended up running them up his chest to hold him. She pulled his face to hers again, kissing him desperately.

"I have no idea where you've picked up all this when you've never had a girlfriend before." Eliza said, tracing her finger down his jawline and kissing it.

Percy mumbled something as she kissed his cheek. It went something along the lines of 'no idea.' She grinned to herself.

She looked up at him, "I love you," She said, kissing his cheek again.

"I love you too," He whispered back, taking her face in his hands and kissing her deeply. He kissed her passionately, showing her how much he truly loved her. He was more than grateful that they came back together because he knew if they were over, he would feel like a hundred dementors were swooping over him.

"We should go," Eliza spoke quietly.

"I see you're becoming the new me." Percy joked as he kissed her again.

"And you're becoming me." Eliza said back, "Did we both switch personalities after two months?"

"Maybe," He said and connected their lips again.

Eliza kissed him back. "But, we should go, we will be expelled if not."

Percy's lips quirked up into a smile. "Look who's talking. You didn't seem to mind it the first time did you?" He said sarcastically.

Eliza smirked. "What? You want to get expelled to kiss me the rest of your life?" She asked.

Percy kissed her yet again. He was obsessed. "Actually, that doesn't sound bad." He murmured against her lips.

"Which part?" Eliza questioned as she put her hand on his cheek and leaned back as he leaned forward.

"Kissing you for the rest of my life."