“Uhm Mr Davenport, sir… Pr- Art,” Collin nodded to the two men who were sharing a butterbeer on the porch. Even at 23 and a published author, the young man was still intimidated by Adrian and couldn’t kick the habit of calling his old Care of Magical Creatures teacher “Professor”.
“What is it Mr Ro-“Art kicked him under the table, “Collin?” he winced, shooting a glare at his cousin. The mentioned man was grateful Art was there in case… Well in case Adrian decided to do anything, however unlikely it was.
“Uh well I know it’s not really how things are done anymore, asking permission and that, but my mama’s always raised me good and I- Well I’m going to propose… To Rena, tomorrow at dinner, and I was just- Well hoping you’d give me your blessing before I… asked…” Collin managed to stammer out, wringing his hands in front of him as he stared at the older man.
Adrian was quiet for so long Collin was sure he was going to say he wouldn’t give any blessings for them and it definitely wasn’t good to get married without their parents’ blessings. “Alright Collin,” he finally said after a sip of butterbeer, “You have my blessing. But don’t forget what I said, even if you’re married to her, if you hurt my little girl I’m going to kick your ass… Have you spoken to Chelsea about this?” he added as an afterthought.
Briefly, the younger man wondered if he would get mad that he’d already discussed this with his wife and she was already making plans for their wedding. “No red velvet cakes” was all he told her about it. Back on the porch he nodded at the man. “Okay then, was there anything else?” Adrian was obviously impatient to return to his quiet evening off. “No sir, thank you,” Collin grinned and turned back into the house.
His palms were damp and his body tingling with nervous tension as he sat at the restaurant table filled with Davenports and Romanovs. His brother Alexei had taken time off to come to this event so you knew it was special. Both parties knew exactly what was going to happen just before dessert came – well, all except for the girl sitting next to him.
“Ahem,” he cleared his throat to get everyone’s attention the moment the table was cleared. Faces looked at him expectantly; some already couldn’t fight their grins off their lips. He turned to the most amazing woman he’d ever met and looked into her eyes, her mocha eyes that he could just get lost in. “Serena Marie Davenport,” he began, sliding off his seat and onto one knee. “Would you do me the utmost honour,” he fished a small velvet box out of his pocket, “Of marrying me and being my queen forever and ever to the moon and back,” he grinned at their favourite metaphor, and opened the jewellery box in which lay a simple ring studded with diamonds.
Everyone held their breath even though they knew exactly what her answer would be. “Oh my god Collie, yes… yes!” and the biggest smile appeared on her face as she threw her arms around him, only pulling back to let him slide the band onto her finger before peppering his face with kisses.
“Now for dessert,” he smiled and kissed her hand as he returned to his seat. Turning to back to the congratulations, he scrunched his face up as red velvet cake was placed in front of everyone. The things he did for his princess…
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Serena just felt like giggling or blushing with every word he said; even when he just looked at her, she could tell that look was special. It still gave her butterflies every time his eyes met hers. His eyes were the prettiest, deepest blue she’d ever seen, comparable to the sea after a storm, or the clouds before the rain. They were beautiful - truly, there was no other word to describe them. Collin could find a better word, she was sure, but ‘beautiful’ seemed short and sweet and very to the point - it was exact, right what she wanted to say.
His hands were perfect as well, not too rough nor too soft. They were just the way hands should be, warm and nice to hold. Serena particularly liked holding his hand, it was one of the best feelings in the world. Holding his hand was just the simplest gesture; it still managed to tell so much, convey so much, show so much emotion that words just could not do.
After he explained the paper cut to her and told her he got them all the time, she just nodded. For the first time in her life, she couldn’t find the right words to say at the right time - she couldn’t even just make up something completely and entirely random like she usually did to break a silence. Instead she just smiled, nodded and wrapped her hand around his tighter. Then, she thought of the perfectest, cutest thing she could ever do in the whole entire world, ever. (Or at least, that’s what she thought at the moment.)
“Well I’ll just kiss it and make it better, then!” She exclaimed happily with the tiniest bit of a laugh added on to the end, raising his finger to her mouth and placing the gentlest kiss you could ever imagine there. It was soft and sweet, adorable even. His hands smelled good; exactly how the rest of him smelled, but the scent of old parchment was more prominent on his fingertips. It was her favorite smell ever, in the universe. She could not have smelled something more heavenly than Collin.
“It’s all better now.” Serena just grinned and laid her head on his shoulder, her hair swooping down in her face. She still held his hand in hers and she felt as if she never, ever wanted to let go, not if someone paid her a million dollars nor if her life depended on it, because life without him would just be unbearable and she knew this. “Hey, Collie? I love you.”
The words escaped her mouth before she could stop herself, but she knew they were very, very true and she didn’t regret saying them one bit. She just smiled and waited for his reaction, the breath catching in her throat. She didn’t exactly know what to say after that; the last time she’d tried to say something like this hadn’t ended so well, but she was just gonna go with it.
Everything about her had the ability to take his breath away. The things he felt around her, or even just thinking about her. Being with her sent warmth all through his body, being able to hold her hand and her not letting go sent tingles up his arm, but her kisses were the worst, and the best. Even if it was just his fingertip. Sparks were always sent jolting through his body, creating such a rush and stealing his breath away. If you could just imagine what it was like for him whenever she placed a kiss on his lips - even he couldn’t find the words to describe it.
So when she placed that tiny kiss on his finger, his breath caught and he realised he didn’t mind not being able to breathe. It felt as though he could live without the air; the electric shocks running through his form would keep him alive well enough. “It’s all better now.” Those words were so very true. Everything was better around her. He found he could appreciate the smallest things with her. She made him so much better than what he was.
But her next sentence. He was absolutely floored. He’d never imagined that she’d say it. He kind of knew that she did, in what she did and what she said and just the way she was, but he never expected her to say it. Aloud. Only the lucky find love his mother always told him. And he was oh so lucky to find it. Especially with someone as perfect as her.
There was a pause between them as these thoughts ran through his head but finally, he grinned at her; the brightest smile he’d ever given, “I love you too Rena, so, so, so much.” And he kissed her with that goofy grin on his face and he was sure she thought it was weird because he was smiling while kissing her and it must’ve felt weird too but he didn’t care. Because nothing mattered. Not while he was with her.
HAPPY VALENTINE’S RENA
Collin and Serena
Serena watched happily as he unwrapped the gift, quickly ripping off the blue and silver paper in one fluid motion. Watching as he pulled the quill holder out of the package and ran his fingers over the engraving of his name made her feel all bubbly inside, especially when he grinned at her and thanked her for the gift with a gentle kiss on the lips. The look on his face was one of a calm, joyous expression and it just made her want to laugh, in a good way. Lots of things made her feel good inside her heart, but this just didn’t even compare to anything she’d ever felt. Call her sappy, but it was true.
“I’m glad you like it!” She giggled, flushing slightly and curling herself up back against his side to cuddle. “I don’t mind at all, just being here with you right now is enough of a present. I missed you lots while I was gone.” Serena smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek, sighing contentedly before drawing in a deep breath.
Collin always smelled really good, but for some reason, today he smelled better than ever. She couldn’t quite figure out the scent - put her finger on it, as Artie would say - but he smelled like ink and paper and maybe a little bit of oranges, too. She loved oranges. Whatever the combination of smells, they were heavenly when mixed together on him. She could just lay there forever cuddling with him and never get tired of the way he smelled or the way she felt or any of it, really. She could never get sick of him.She took his hand in hers, feeling his slightly rougher skin against her smooth fingers. She frowned when she saw the drop of blood on his finger, “Did you get a paper cut? Do you want a band-aid or something? I can go get you one.” Rena offered, not liking that he could possibly be hurt - she knew it stung when she got a paper cut.
“Of course I like it! How could I not? Especially because it was you that gave it to me,” the sentence was accompanied by a light tap on her nose with his finger. Collin’s mouth was curled up into a teasing half smile, blue eyes shining playfully. His fingers absently traced patterns gently on the back of the hand he held as she cuddled closer to his side. It was almost as though her body was made with the specific purpose of fitting perfectly next to his.
Collin’s gaze was fixed on her; he would be content sitting for the rest of his days just staring at her. It was difficult to find words to describe her, not because she wasn’t pretty but because she was just so beautiful he felt no words could truly tell of her beauty.
If reality were one of his stories, her beauty would be renowned, spoken of in lands far and wide, the main subject of conversation for even the most common of people. Suitors would knock on her doorstep from the farthest lands and attempt to woo the young noble lady. Then finally one day she would be out riding in a grove of sycamores and a scatterbrained prince would be walking with quill and paper in hand, weaving tales from even the simplest leaf. He would bump into her horse and they would begin talking, neither realising the true identity of the other-
Collin’s thoughts were brought to an abrupt halt when she looked up at him and her wonderful, wonderful mocha eyes met his own stormy blue ones. His body felt like it stopped functioning – all except for his heart, which decided to beat to a new song; a song of love. Everything restarted again as she turned away to grab his hand with her soft, smooth ones. Her fingers were delicate as they turned his hand over as though it were fragile glass and closer examining his palm.
The corner of her mouth soon pulled down into a frown which caused his eyebrows to pull together in a perplexed way. She should not be frowning, why was she frowning? The thoughts crossed his mind at a rapid pace only to be cleared as a melodious voice filled his head instead. Her words took a moment to take hold, leaving a break of silence to hand between them.
“H-huh?” the word escaped his lips before he could stop it, before he quickly answered her question to cover it up. “No, no it’s fine, I get them all the time, see?” he brushed his thumb over the drop, smearing away the blood and leaving his finger clean. “No need to worry about a silly paper cut love,” he pressed his lips to her temple, breathing in more of her amazing cinnamon smell as he did so. He’d never tire of it, or her.
Serena just giggled as he sat down next to her, seemingly dazed just by looking at her. It always made her blush, and today was no exception, of course - but she ignored it and continued on. “Were you even listening, Collin?” Grinning, she laid her head on his shoulder and cuddled closer to him while still somehow managing to look up at him with big mocha eyes to admire his new haircut. It fit his face perfectly and looked really good on him, but then again, everything looked good on him.
“I like your hair. It’s pretty. I mean, it’s not pretty, it’s handsome.” She extended an arm and ruffled his hair, giggling again. “Is handsome the right word? I bet you could come up with a better word since you write so much! But I like it a lot, it’s spiky and fun to play with.” She shrugged as she babbled on and on, still running her fingers through his hair.
“OH! Do you wanna see your Christmas present?!” Serena exclaimed excitedly, jumping up as fast as she could and grabbing the rectangularly shaped, flat box out of her suitcase to give it to him. Really, she wasn’t asking if he wanted to see it because she’d be giving it to him anyway; she handed him the gift, which was wrapped in silver and blue paper, and sat back down next to him. “Open it, open it, open it!”
She grinned wider and waited patiently (or not-so-patiently) for him to open the present. She’d gotten it in Belgium - it was a little box with his name engraved in it to hold his quill for when he wasn’t writing, and a new notebook since she knew he was always running out of paper. Rena was 210% sure that he’d love it, but she couldn’t help herself from being nervous about it; or maybe that was just the butterflies she got every time they were together? Who knew.
His eyebrows drew together in confusion, “Listening…?” Then he realised that she’d probably spoken and he’d totally missed it all because he was staring at her. The realisation brought a rush of heat to his cheeks and he bit his lip out of nervous habit. “No, sorry,” he muttered apologetically, looking down at her as she snuggled closer to him. Her presence was familiar and his body relaxed, his arm immediately going around her shoulders. Their close proximity meant that her cinnamon scent was always there, tantalizing him. His eyes drifted shut automatically as the smell was inhaled deeply, filling his lungs as he held his breath, and keeping it there as long as possible.
Collin’s eyes slowly opened as she spoke and her hand reached up to ruffle his hair, her laugh singing around his ears. A content smile spread across his face as he realised once again that he would gladly spend the rest of his days just being with her, as long as she was happy, he was. “Thanks,” he simply said as she continued babbling about his new haircut, her fingers running through his hair, occasionally brushing his scalp and sending tingles through him.
His eyes shot open as he shifted quickly when she jumped up from the bed to grab something from her suitcase. He hadn’t even realised that they had slid shut again as she played with his hair. A box, wrapped in silver and blue, was pressed into his hands as Rena sat back down next to him, excitedly ordering him to open it. Still, his mind took the time to appreciate how the colours complimented each other even as his fingers fumbled to undo the wrapping. Being his clumsy self in his haste Collin’s fingers slipped and a small drop of blood welled up, but at least the present was open.
Collin’s eyes were wide as they stared at the box held between his hands, paper cut forgotten. He ran his finger along the engravings, tracing the familiar letters of his name. Curious as to what it was for, he pulled it open and gazed inside to see a spot where his quill was meant to rest on while it wasn’t being used. Even before looking at it, he knew what the other half of his present was, his nose constantly being around parchment made it impossible not to tell the smell apart immediately. “These are great presents Rena,” he grinned at her, giving her a light kiss on the lips.
“Now, about your present, it’s in my room right now because I was kinda in a rush to get here and forgot,” he gave a sheepish smile. His mind wandered back to the fine, grey velvet bound notebook sitting on his bedside table, filled with his attempt at his neatest handwriting. “Do you mind if I give it to you tomorrow? I just need to do this tiny last thing to it,” he was rather afraid that she’d disapprove of his scatter-brained nature that usually caused him to be late in a lot of things. ‘Yeah last thing like finish the last chapter’ he chided himself for not getting it done before then.
Serena smiled, glancing around at her dorm room. She’d been finished from unpacking her things for a while now; she was just relaxing and admiring her reorganization of what had been a very messy closet. Her trip to Belgium had been absolutely fantastic, but she missed Collin tons while she was there - so of course the first thing she did when she got back was ask if he wanted to come over. Now she was super excited to see him, seeing as it’d been a long two weeks with no hugs from her boyfriend and she’d barely owled him at all, just once or twice. It wasn’t her fault that her dad had kept her so busy in Belgium!
She collapsed onto her bed and stared up at the ceiling, waiting for Collin to show up. She was wondering about lots of things; if he’d notice her haircut, if he’d like the Christmas present she’d gotten him, if he’d missed her as much as she’d missed him, and he’d compliment her mocha-colored eyes like he usually did. It would probably be a yes to all of the above, but she just couldn’t help her mind from wandering.
A few minutes later, Serena heard a knock on the door and she jumped up to answer it, opening the door to see Collin. “Collin!” she squealed excitedly and gave him a big hug, a huge grin spreading across her face. Now that she was finally seeing him, she realized how much she’d really missed him - and how attached to him she was. Oh well. “Come inside! I got you a present for Christmas, I think you’ll like it. I got it while I was in Belgium. How was your holiday? Is everything good with your family and all that?” She walked back to her bed and sat down, patting the space next to her for him to join her.
The moment he received word that his girlfriend was back, Collin jumped out of bed and started stumbling toward the stairs. Who cares that the message woke him up from a late night writing, Serena was back! In his haste, his foot caught on the end bed post and he fell. Groaning, he rolled over and sat up. Wait. He wasn’t wearing a shirt. He felt it now as the cold creeped over him and raised goosebumps along his skin. A faint flush spread over his cheekbones as he realised he was about to head into the common room in his pajamas. His tattered notebook lay open on the ground next to him where it had fallen during the night, held open by it’s worn spine. The words didn’t form coherent sentences, they were just one word over and over in his loopy handwriting. Serena. Serena. Serena. He was obsessed. Even his family had noticed his staring off into space more than usual.
He shook his head at himself and closed the notebook, tossing it onto the messy covers. Collin just grabbed the first clean shirt of his he found and tugged it on, stuffing his socked feet into his shoes at the same time. Despite having been washed repeatedly all his shirts always smelled faintly of old books from all the time spent in the library writing till he got kicked out. Actually, he spent so much time in there the smell now clung to his skin, not that he really minded; it kinda made him relax. With his hair still rumpled from lying in bed he bounded out the dorm to the lower floors, and his girlfriend.
Collin got to her door breathless, and took a few moments to catch it again. He hoped she would like his new haircut that finally didn’t fall into his eyes but instead was permanently spiked up top. He knocked on the door and waited for a moment, letting his fingers comb through his newly cut hair and messing it up further. The door opened and before he knew it she was hugging him tightly and he was hugging back with wide eyes. “I missed you too Rena,” he mumbled smiling into her hair and breathed in that wonderful scent of cinnamon again. The last memory he had of it was nothing compared to it now. As usual his body missed her warm form as soon as she broke away and moved to sit on her bed, all while asking questions. But he wasn’t listening, he was looking at her as she moved across the dorm and how he could just write about her all day.
The sun hit her at just the right angle to give her a radiant glow as she sat there on the bed. She looked ethereal - an angel… his angel. He blinked once, and came down from his temporary perch in heaven, closing the door with his foot and sitting next the her on the bed. Collin brushed away a few strands of her hair from her face, letting his eyes wander across it like one appraises the finest artwork in the world. “I like your new haircut,” he finally said, “and with each gaze into your mocha eyes, I swear they become infinitely more beautiful.”
Serena smiled and nodded slowly, watching his gaze as it trailed over her and eventually met her eyes. He held her gaze steady for a while, seeming to be in a trance of sorts, and eventually glanced away, snapping out of it. Collin’s fingers had been tracing little circles on her shoulders but had slipped down and now their hands were touching, his fingers playing with hers.
He was talking about something; she caught a word or two about going outside, but other than that she wasn’t focused on his speech at all. Instead she just nodded and mumbled, “Yeah,” agreeing to whatever he wanted to do - purely because she just really didn’t want to leave or be without him for very long. Serena looked up and studied his face, trying to recall what exactly it was that she’d agreed to. She’d been too caught up on how adorable his rambling was to pay attention at all, but judging by his reaction it was going to be something fun.
Coming back to reality from.. wherever she’d been, she sat up a bit straighter and nodded once just ‘cause she could. “Well. Shall we head outside now?” Hopefully she was talking about the right thing, but since he’d glanced out the window, she figured that’s where they were now headed.
“Alright,” he grinned as she agreed. Collin reached his arm around her and lifted the edge of the blanket, throwing it off them and exposing them to the cold air in the common room. Immediately he wanted the warmth back, but it was still warm enough for him not to shiver because of the girl on his lap. “Shall we go then?” he whispered into her ear, his arms were still wrapped around her waist though. Personally he would be content just to stay where he was for the rest of the day, despite what he said about the outside. His breath moved a few strands of hair around, causing that wonderful smell of cinnamon to waft up to his nose. Collin couldn’t help himself from breathing it in deeply, letting his eyes flutter closed as the scent tingled in his nose. He bit his lip as he tried not to nuzzle his face in her hair; oh that wonderful soft hair. Wait, what was he thinking? He blinked and pulled his face away from her, “Sorry,” he muttered, not meeting her eyes. Collin’s hands played with her fingers for a while more as they sat in a little awkward silence before he remembered they were meant to be going outside. Well he had to look at her sometime. Biting his lip his eyes rose to meet hers with a blush colouring his cheeks. “So uhmm… I guess we should go outside now…” he muttered awkwardly. The whole situation was just so awkward for him. Well that was how he felt anyway.
She watched him as he spoke, her eyes focusing on his lips as they moved to form words. Rena really liked his voice a lot, it was lovely. He had flipped the hair out of his face - he needed a haircut - and revealed his eyes, which were really… Blue. It sounded dumb, but she couldn’t think of anything else to describe them except for blue.
Serena slowly stopped fidgeting around and nodded once, then again as he finished whatever is was he had said. She really wasn’t paying attention; she was lost in those eyes of his. So blue. Quickly she looked away, though, and when he wrapped his arm around her shoulders she couldn’t help but smile. “You’re good? Well that’s good. I’m good, too!” Her smile widened into a grin and she giggled at how silly she sounded - good, good, good.
Collin had the goofiest smile on his face that was just absolutely adorable and sweet and perfect. He looked really happy; which, in turn, made her happy as well. She refused to let herself believe that there was something more than friendship between the two of them - but what else would explain this almost-irresistible urge to kiss him? Rena just couldn’t, though. It’d be horrible! “Anyway.. I feel like sitting here all day. What about you?”
He laughed at the number of times she managed to say good in one sentence, it was just adorable. “Well then that’s great then,” he said quietly with a softer smile playing on his lips. He had no idea why he said it quietly, it just seemed more fitting for the situation. That and she was right on his lap and probably wouldn’t appreciate him talking loudly into her ear.
Collin’s fingers were unconsciously tracing patterns lightly on her skin where his hands rested on her shoulder. His eyes were trailing over her features, saving her eyes for last because he knew once he looked into them he’d lose his trail of thought. There was a faint dust of freckles spread across her nose and cheeks and her lips seemed to always form the tiniest pout.
Eventually his gaze had nowhere else to go but her eyes, oh her beautiful mocha eyes that he’d love to get lost in all day. Even the words stopped crowding in his mind when he looked into them; which really was saying something because the words don’t stop, ever. Collin literally stopped breathing the moment he looked into their depths; air was suddenly insignificant compared to her.
But still he snapped out of his trance as he heard her words. Collin’s eyes were drawn to the sunlight streaming through the window and the clear blue sky outside. “Well actually I’d like to go outside and sit next to the lake or take a walk around the grounds or something y’know? I mean it’s fine if you don’t want to, I’ll stay if you want; I mean it’s just such a nice day and… Yeah…” he trailed off, realising he was rambling.
He really would stay inside if she wanted to, but he felt restricted inside the castle and loved to spend as much time outdoors as he could. Collin’s gaze fell to where his arms had somehow dropped off her shoulders and were now playing with her fingers. He nibbled on his lower lip waiting for her reply, hopeful.
Serena blinked several times and glanced up at Collin as his lips brushed against her forehead. She liked the feeling of it - his lips were so soft, but they nearly seemed to burn her skin just from the soft touch. Neither one of them said anything for a long moment as his hand reached up and brushed a strand of hair out of her face. The gesture was small, but sweet and Rena appreciated it. That piece of hair had been bugging her anyway. Suddenly she had the strangest urge to just.. kiss him, like she’d done with James. But she couldn’t. She would never forgive herself for something like that.
“Well it seems we’re not going to class today.” His words snapped her back into reality and she nodded, a small yawn following the action. “Yeah, I suppose not.” The only thought running through my mind was that of ‘Dad’s gonna kill me. Mom’s gonna kill me. Art’s gonna kill me. I’m just gonna die.’ Rena glanced up and met his gaze, studying his grinning face with a smile of her own. Collin’s eyes were bright and cheery, lighting up with happiness. He didn’t look like he’d just woken up at all.
With that thought, she quickly became conscious of how she looked. Her hair was tangled and messy, sticking up everywhere. She was dressed in her jeans and the t-shirt from last night, obviously not having changed into any pajamas or something of the sort. She was barefoot and her feet were freezing cold; not that her feet really had anything to do with her appearance. Rena probably looked like a mess - like she just woke up, of course.
Yawning again, she stretched her arms up over her head and shifted positions. She hadn’t moved all night and her limbs were stiff, but she felt great. Last night had been really fun from what details were clear. The rest was a bit fuzzy from lack of sleep, but she remembered it all. She curled back up against Collin’s chest after she’d stretched herself out and asked, “How are you feeling this morning?”
Again the first thing he thought as he looked at her was how beautiful she was, and how adorable she looked when she yawned. He blinked and focused back on their conversation as she said, “Yeah, I suppose not.”
“Huh?” Collin was confused for a moment; having forgotten what he said before. He gave her a blank look for a moment then shaking his head sharply as he recalled his words. “Oh right yeah. What do you want to do then?” he asked as he flipped his constantly-too-long fringe aside with a flick of his head. There was a trend in the muggle world, something about ‘scene’ where the guys liked having their fringe in their eyes and wore tight jeans and girls found them ‘hot’? He didn’t see how; the tight jeans would be difficult to walk in and the hair in his eyes always bugged him because he couldn’t fully appreciate his surroundings.
But he was getting totally distracted again. Collin blinked slowly and shook his head clear of thoughts as he looked down at Serena. She was fidgeting a little on his lap; from what he knew about girls she was probably feeling really conscious of her looks right now. But to him she was just as breath-taking as any other time. What did looks matter anyway? He didn’t care about that; he just wanted someone who would accept him for the scatter-brained, socially awkward romantic that he was. But he could only keep hoping after a lifetime of unrequited loves – it’s not his fault he found beauty everywhere, even in the darkest hearts.
As she shifted positions though, she kept brushing against that spot between his legs that was bloody sensitive in the mornings. Collin held his breath and shut his eyes, gritting his teeth; anything that made sure it didn’t happen. The air whistled sharply through his nose when she settled back down against his chest and he calmed down a little. The blood rushed to his cheeks at the thought of it actually happening – he would’ve been mortified. His spine relaxed back against the sofa and he stretched out his legs before him, letting them stick out of the edge of the blanket, and rested his head back against the backing and closing his eyes.
They soon slid open to peek at her slight frame curled up against his wiry form as she asked, “How are you feeling this morning?” Collin hummed in content as he stretched his arms behind him before wrapping them around her shoulders again. “I’m gooood,” he said with a slightly goofy smile on his face. He tended to drag out some words when in a good mood and he was definitely in one this morning, especially after the great time he had last night.
Serena never remembered her dreams, ever - not a single second of them. Sometimes it could be quite irritating, but normally she didn’t mind at all. It was just a dream. Why did she need to remember it? Obviously it wasn’t important enough to remember if she hadn’t done so.
Well, tonight was different, apparently.
She’d dreamt of something that she found very strange, or at least it seemed so. A boy, a Gryffindor - one she’d seen around school before, Collin - was in her dream. They’d run into each other in the kitchens, quickly became friends and ended up staying up almost all night in the Hufflepuff common room talking about all sorts of different things. Why she’d dreamt of this, Rena had no clue. Had she even met the boy before in reality? Probably not.
Her eyes slowly opened and, strangely enough, she didn’t see the sun shining through her dorm window. Instead, Serena was looking at her common room. A dead fire sat in front of her and she was on one of the sofas. There was someone next to her.. well, she was more on top of him then next to him. Was that the boy from her dream? What was he doing here? Hurrying to sit up and rub her eyes, she found a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. It was just like her dream- oh.. fuck, it wasn’t a dream.
“C-Collin?” she muttered, her brow furrowing in confusion. It’d all clear up eventually and make a little more sense once she was really awake and kicking. Glancing over at the clock, she found out that it was nearly noon and she’d missed half of her classes. “Ohh man..” Rena wasn’t sure if it would be worth it to go at this point, so she just gently attempted to wake Collin up to see what he thought about it. “Wake up!” She whispered, gently laying her head back on his shoulder.
Collin’s mind was clear, the dark of sleep peaceful. This was the longest he’s slept in a long time and his body did not want to leave this state of rest. Any dreams he usually had of the times when chivalry was the golden rule of society did not take place that night. Exhaustion had driven any dreams away from him and so he slept in a cloak of languid black. A fog was creeping through it though, nudging him out back into the light. He frowned, he wanted to stay here, where there was nothing to worry about. It kept pushing though, and he ended up opening his eyes.
He blinked rapidly as harsh sunlight flooded his vision - still blurred by the remnants of sleep. He felt a weight on his lap and warmth on his chest. His arms were wrapped around something - no, someone. “Wake up!” he heard her whisper through his sleep clogged mind. She laid her head back on his shoulder and immediately the smell of cinnamon hit him. Collin’s head turned on its own and he breathed in the scent, his lips brushing against her forehead in the process. “Morning..” he mumbled, eyes sliding closed again.
Last night’s events came flooding back into his and his eyes snapped open before squinting against the sudden brightness. Collin jerked his head up and looked down to see Serena’s head on his shoulder. I can’t believe this actually happened.. And we actually fell asleep cuddling… shock filtered through his brain. Almost instantly worries started popping into his thoughts and he bit his lip, staring down at her. He wouldn’t have traded that night for anything, but was it worth it for her? And he could only hope that everyone thought they were just friends and not tell James. Although knowing the school they’ve probably exaggerated it to the point where they were sleeping naked on the sofa or something. He sighed.
Gently he brushed away a lock of hair that had fallen into her face. Still, even with that simple movement, he felt his heart start racing again and had to fight the urge to just lift her head and kiss her. What had gotten into him? He wasn’t usually like this. Collin quickly dropped his hand and looked around the empty room. Why was it so- he realised the reason as soon as his gaze fell onto the clock. Oops..? he’d never missed a class before, and yet he couldn’t really bring himself to care. Not while he was with Serena.
“Well it seems we’re not going to class today,” he grinned down at her, in a wonderfully good mood after that night, even if his limbs were stiff from sleeping on a leather sofa. The blanket was still covering them and it was really warm and comfy under there. Already he could feel his mind begging to fall back asleep but he fought it. He was determined to stay awake and maybe spend more time with Serena. He looked at her again as the sun fell lightly on the both of them.