Promise

-P R O T E C T-

Adealia's POV

We sat on the floor of Ro's dorm, his back was leaning against his bed and I was sitting in front of him, my back leaning against his chest. His arms wrapped around me holding the golden egg out in front of us. We had somehow managed to escape his victory party early, desperate to be alone.

We were in the bliss of one another's company, but also in the contemplation of the clue he held. The thumping of bass from the common room vibrated off of the walls and the floor, the muffled music played as the background sound of our relief for being together again.

"Whatever you do, please for the love of Merlin, do not open that thing again." I joked lightly, trying to lighten the mood. The egg had emitted some god awful screeching when he had opened it in the common room, scaring the hell out of everyone.

He laughed and kissed the side of my head, wrapping his arms tightly around me. He hadn't stopped touching me since he saw me after the tournament, whether it was holding my hand or wrapping me in his embrace in any way he could, with no care who was around. I could feel the fear slowly wearing off of him as time after the task passed, but also the gratitude growing from being with me again.

"They couldn't give me a clue that was actually useful could they?" he laughed half heartedly. I ran my fingers over the healing scrapes and cuts on his arms from the task. "Don't worry," I reassured him, "Hermione will definitely figure this out." I said as I smiled up to him and turned around in his arms. He lifted me up slightly so I was straddling him, my knees on either side of his hips and our foreheads lightly touching. He cupped my face with his large hands and breathed deeply as I tried to look through his long lashes into his eyes. "Hey," I said softly puling his face up to mine. "What's wrong? You did it. You got past a fucking dragon! I mean you used ducks but you did it." I teased.

He sighed deeply and pulled my face back to look into my eyes, pain and concerned sketched into irises as he looked at me. "There were a few things I didn't fully consider when I entered this tournament," he whispered to me. I looked at him with a confused expression, trying to understand his words. "The idea... of actually doing these tasks... with the possibility of each time never seeing you again after... the pain and stress its caused you and everyone else... I'm so fucking selfish. I'm so sorry." He shook his head softly. "Ro... please stop." I sighed, "It's okay. I'm here, we're all here for you. Hell you might even win." I laughed. His expression softened slightly as he looked at me.

His hands traveled down to my sides and gripped them tightly, as he leaned his forehead against mine. "Fuck." He muttered before pulling me into him and wrapping me in his arms and crashing his lips desperately to mine. I was engulfed in his warmth, moving my lips against his and wrapping my fingers in his hair and pulling him as close to me as I possibly could. Any space between us seemed like too much, I took him for granted before, but now I was desperate for him to be in front of me. I felt him grow underneath me and I ground my hips roughly down on him, sending small electric tingles of pleasure through me as a small knot slowly formed in the bottom of my stomach.

I felt myself slowly start to tremble with emotion, for what I couldn't understand. He pushed me up slowly and stood in front of me. He immediately crashed his lips back to mine as I opened a little space between us to push his grey tshirt up and run my hands over his toned stomach and chest underneath. My cold hands were instantly warmed by his skin, and he quickly reached and took his shirt off, flinging it across the room. His hands grabbed my hips roughly pulling me back into him as he moved my shirt up, his large hands moving over my skin as he pushed up the fabric. He quickly took it off and dropped it to the floor, and pulled me roughly against him desperate to feel my skin on his. His breathing was rushed and his skin was flushed, his kiss became full of desperation and affliction as he wrapped his hands in my hair tightly. I moved my hands to the waistband of this jeans, quickly undoing the button and the zipper as I pushed them down to the floor. I could see his thick, ten inches waiting eagerly for me, pulling against his boxers. I ran my hand over it lightly as I felt my thighs tense in desire. He let out a soft moan as he quickly pushed my jeans to the floor, leaving me standing in my lacy white underwear and bra set in front of him. He grabbed my thighs and lifted me up, I wrapped my legs eagerly around him as he laid me down gently on his bed. He kissed down my neck and chest, biting me with more force than normal as I moaned out at the pain that registered as pleasure to my skin. He undid my bra and threw it to the floor as he quickly grabbed his from the nightstand and mumbled "Muffliato."