I quickly ran up the stairs, and burst into my room. I changed into panties, and I put on a shirt.I headed to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I looked at myself in the mirror. Each time I looked in it, I was lost. I didn't know if my reflection was truly reflecting who I were inside. Like, was I that way before? Was I better? Prettier? Thiner? Or bigger? No idea. And believe me, that was pretty strange.
I sighed, and spilled out the toothpaste. At that precise moment, Harry walked in.
"Do you want me to leave?" I said, as he was about to apply on his bruised chest the strange green liquid he was carrying in his hand. He put it on the sink.
"No." He said simply.
"I was just being polite." I laughed. "I didn't want to go."
"I know Weasley." He chuckled. "I just don't see why you should leave." He added as he took of his shirt.
I tried not to stare too much. And failed miserably, I might add.
He smirked but didn't say anything, so I took it as a "You can stare as much as you want." I laughed at my stupid self and continued to watch him.
He poured some liquid on a keen, and tried to apply it. He was checking in the mirror, but he was struggling to actually put it on the bruise. I let out a quiet laugh.
"Don't laugh!" He said, smiling, and still concentrated.
"I'm not laughing!" I replied. "Do you want me to help?" I proposed as he was still struggling.
"Yeah, I guess I could use some help."
"You're so helpless Potter." I smiled, as I took the keen.
"And I need you to help me." He said cheekily.
"As always." I smiled as I gently stroked the keen on his bruise.
He shuddered in pain.
"I'm sorry." I said. "But you have to do this if you want it to heal." I breathed. Our face were only inches apart and it was hard to concentrate. I tried to stay focus on his bruise. I was thinking hard bout his bruise when I felt the need to touch it.
I was suprised, at first, by that sudden need. Why would I want to touch it?
"Harry..?" I muttered.
"Hm?"
"Can I.. can I touch it? The bruise?" I asked.
"What?" He sounded surprised. "Er... yeah.. " he said after a while.
I didn't say anything else. I slowly approached my fingers towards his scar.
His skin shivered at my touch, but he didn't move.
"Is it hurting?" I asked.
"No.." he breathed. He seemed confused. "I actually like it.."
I don't know why, but I wasn't suprised. I continued to stroke the scar until it started to glow.
"What the hell-"
"Look!" I cutted him off, and pointed towards the glowing injury.
"It's fading..." he said.
"Yeah, but-"
"It's gone." He whispered.
And he was right. There was nothing left at the place where the bruise used to be.
"How did you do that?" He asked.
"No idea.." I said truthfully, my hand still on his torso, trying to find any trace of injury on his chest.
He was still shuddering at my touch, and I smiled a bit.
I looked up at him, to see he was staring at me. My gaze then fell on his lips. I didn't dare make a move.
I felt his eyes on my lips and my breathing became heavier.
My hands slowly moved from his chest to his neck, all by itself. The tension was unbearable. I needed to kiss him right now. I needed him.
He slowly leaned in, but stopped, his face only a few centimetres away from mine. My heart was racing, and I could hear his fastening too.
His soft lips were calling me, and I couldn't possibly resist anymore.
His face came even closer to mine, and we filled the gap between us, sharing a sweet kiss. We broke apart, and kissed again, this time passionately. My hand slipped to the back of his head, in his hair.
His hands grabbed me by the hips, and he brought me closer to him. We then turned around together, not wanting to break apart, while he was taking my shirt off, and he pushed me against the wall.
The world could have been living an apocalypse right then, I couldn't have cared less. My mind was only focused on Harry. He was everything.
He began to plant kisses down my jaw, making me shiver. His hands very slowly slipped down my butt, and I wrapped my legs around his waist.
I burried my head in his neck, and left kisses all the way up to his lips. He carried me to my room, which was the closest. He gently put me on the bed, and as soon as he climbed on top of me, I grabbed his head and kissed him again. He ran his fingers through my hair, and I made us roll so I was on top of him. My red hair was falling, cutting us apart from everything around us.
I took his pants off, and he did the same with mine.
I started to plant kisses all the way down from his neck to his abs, and felt him shudder everytime my lips touched his bare skin.
His hands were slidding under my bra, when he forced himself to stop and look at me. His look was a questioning one, yet I could see he was fighting against himself, and that he wanted me as much as I wanted him.
"Harry." I murmured, and I didn't need to talk to make him understand that I was sure.
He smiled and kissed me when I pulled apart, and made him look at me.
"I love you." I said.
He looked me directly in the eyes, and with no hesitation, replied.
"You know I love you too."
I smiled and brought his lips back to mine.
And that night, I knew he was perfect. Perfect for me. He was everything I could ever think about, and I was all his. My mind was his, my heart was his, and my body was his.
Harry.
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