They were in the common room, on the couch, in view of anyone who decided to walk through the highly-trafficked room. However, Adam could have cared less. He wasn’t thinking about any of the things that would have passed through his mind under normal circumstances, because he honestly didn’t care. All he cared about, and all that was occupying his mind, was Sophia. How soft her lips were, how great if felt to have her fingers raking through his hair, how she smelled like cinnamon, everything. The moment was surrounding him, it was enveloping him like a giant blanket of… perfection. That was what it was: pure perfection.
As she shifted further up towards him, Adam found her lips crushing against his. His hands roamed across her hips, one finally resting on the curve of her waist, the other on the small of her back. As she pulled him downwards, Adam allowed her efforts, without a second thought, to deepen the kiss, and he parted from her lips briefly, only line hot, hastily placed kisses along her neck.
Adam changed his position on the couch slightly, at first just because it happened, but then it registered in the back of his mind that he was now lying on top of Sophia, and he realized that he didn’t care, for the first time ever. He didn’t care that he about anything he’d done in the past, or anything Sophia had done either. He just cared about her, and he was willing to accept the fact that he cared a lot. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever actually let her know that, but accepting it himself was good enough for now.
She could still taste the chocolate frogs on him. That was one coherent- or not so coherent- thought that made it into her fogged up brain. It wasn’t a strange sensation by any means and it wasn’t quite like the ‘coming-home’ feeling she’d gotten with Harry toward the end of their relationship. It was something wholly different, unique, like something moving underneath her skin that felt a little like when she’d touched that electric lamp that had broken under the bulb when she was 11 and it felt like something was jumping underneath there somewhere. Sophia felt his hands shift over her, settling along the curve of her side as he adjusted.
Then his lips were on her neck instead, her fingers curving against his scalp as she inhaled sharply letting her head fall back against the sofa cushions. She urged him back up to her lips eyes slightly glazed as she did, taking in Adam’s own hooded ones. The urge for her to smirk was there but they’d already started kissing again. While one of Sophia’s hands was still knotted in the mass of curls on top of Adam’s head the other trailed up and down his back, gripping every now and then creasing the planes of his white school shirt. In the less than second pause between kisses Sophia managed to murmur a muffled “Merlin” between them.
“Erm… I… am I?” Adam stumbled over his words helplessly, his eyes growing wide when Sophia relaxed on the couch, letting herself drape over him. He attempted to act normal, but he was already overly conscious of every move he made. His hand almost found its way up to his hair again, but he stopped himself, tentatively bringing his hand to his side. Then, something struck Adam. It was odd, and he wouldn’t realize it until later, but it was probably just the excessive amounts of butterbeer he’d consumed.
His tongue hastily grazing his own bottom lip, Adam opened his mouth a tiny bit, as if to say something, but ended up stopping himself short, his eyes drifting from her eyes to her lips. Then, Adam made a sudden decision. He stopped thinking. Just stopped. He stopped worrying or planning or doing anything except for living in the moment and just… being. For the first time in a while, Adam acted on impulse. He leaned forward, lowering himself towards Sophia. Tucking his hand behind her head, cradling her neck, Adam placed a soft, lingering kiss on her lips, not registering the fact that he’d feel like an idiot later.
At Adam’s stammering Sophia merely nodded absently in reply, her head bobbing happily as she smiled for no reason at all really. She watched his hand inch it’s way toward burying itself in his hair again with a funny little grin on her face, she played with the tip of the feather of her quill with one finger. Adam really was comfortable though, he didn’t have bony knees that dug into her side or anything, it felt like she wasn’t even on somebody he may as well have been part of the sofa. She twined her legs together behind her and curled her feet against one another, the left of her knee high socks having fallen down to mid-shin. She’d always known that Fred Weasley’s butterbeer was questionable. Merlin.
She realised only then how much she’d been studying lately, whether it was to avoid Adam or just because she simply felt like doing her work she was always stuck up in her room or in the library or by the lake chewing the end of her quill until it went wonky and fell off. She’d hardly even been down to the Greenhouses and she’d promised her dad that she’d go and see him more often. Which hadn’t happened. Sophia was completely off in her own land, not alot around her registering and especially not the conflicted looks flashing over her companion’s features.
Then they were kissing. Or Adam kissed her or something to that effect. It was lovely, sweet and nice and just very Adam. Sophia sat up, seated across his lap and without a pause slipped her hands into the mass of curls and pulled him back down against her none too gently. Which was in fact a thousand times better than she’d remembered- interesting - she made a small noise and tried to draw Adam deeper into the kiss. All thoughts of Astronomy, Greenhouses, Parents, Libraries and everything else just sort of emptied out of her head and all she could feel was heat and lips and hands which of course, as it usually did, would come back to bite her vehemently on the ass later.
Adam found himself gazing into the fire distractedly, lulled into an odd sense of comfort. It was as though the edges of his vision had begun to fade, or numb, and yet colors seemed more vibrant and sounds more prominent. It was odd, especially since he’d only had two mugs of butterbeer. Oh. Make that four. He wasn’t very good at keeping track of things, or maintaining an attention span longer than that of a golden retriever.
He quickly snapped his attention back to Sophia, smiling softly to himself as she scrawled carefully on her parchment. There was a certain precision to everything she did. It was almost as though she thought about things extremely carefully before she did anything. Quite the opposite from him, actually. Adam wondered what it would take to get her to loosen up completely and act on impulse. “Er, so, anyway.” He interjected softly from behind the safety of his mug, waiting until she was done writing. “How are your other classes? Hopefully you like them better than Astronomy.” He offered her a small, tentative laugh before setting his mug down and hastily running a hand through his mop of hair. He couldn’t help it, it was just an impulse. Something he did when he didn’t know what else to do. That was probably one of the reasons his hair stayed so unkempt, after all. Though, he’d never been one to worry about the neatness of his hair. Either way, it certainly showed. If it didn’t grow at such an abnormally fast rate, it would be a bit more understandable. However, that wasn’t the case, and he found haircuts necessary every two weeks.
When Sophia leaned over him, his breath hitched slightly at their closeness. Not loudly enough for her to notice, but it just felt… odd. Like a little spark, a little pang. Gnawing the corner of his lip nervously, he resisted the impulse to lean further into her and suppressed his back deeper into the overstuffed cushions of the couch.
Sophia didn’t feel Adam tense at her side, nor that he was trying to press himself back so she just started to wriggle her way forwards just that little bit more- “Damn” she’d managed to move it even further away. “Yeah everything’s fine, if I’d taken Divinations though I think I would’ve had to have killed myself” she said airily as she glanced back at Adam for a second, his hand buried in his curls again. Sophia smiled lopsidedly moving one hand to draw through the random brunette spirals at the front of his head slowly and playfully before going back to focusing on the task at hand. Goddamnit she would get this by herself if it was the last thing she ever did. Letting out a agitated huff she managed to hook her fingers around it, pulling it up off the coaster to meet her lips while she decided that she was pretty comfortable where she was.
“You know Ad you’re comfortable” she murmured happily to the rim of her mug as she cradled it in both hands, her nails tapping against the porcelain making a tinny sort of sound. Her big Falcons jumper having sleeves so long that they covered most of her hands, she yawned, stretching again and making a small mewling noise. Taking the last of the butterbeer left in the bottom of her mug she placed it back on the small table next to their sofa. That was the problem with the Gryffindor Common Room it was actually almost as comfortable as the dorms themselves- heck- even the people were comfortable!
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Shaking his head, his smile softening, Adam gulped down a quick drink of butterbeer before leaning towards Sophia, his eyes scanning her essay. He shook his head in disbelief, “I don’t know how you manage to be so eloquent, even with subjects you detest.” he spoke in a muffled tone, tracing his finger along the outline of his lower lip distractedly. “Oh! I know. Just write something like…” he snatched a small piece of parchment from his bag, scribbling with his quill casually, “Europa, discovered in 1610 by Muggle astronomer Galileo Galilei, is shrouded in petty debate. This is due to the possibility of Jupiter’s largest moon being independently discovered by another muggle astronomer, Simon Marius.” He gestured with his free hand, searching for more to say, “Named after a mythical Phoenician princess-” he ran his fingers through his mess of curls, shaking his head, “No, she was a noblewoman. Yes, a noblewoman named Europa, obviously. She was courted by Zeus before becoming the queen of Crete, but you don’t really need any of that.” Adam returned his gaze to Sophia, realizing he had been rambling incessantly. “Sorry, er, the beginning part you can put in, the rest is completely unnecessary. But then just write something like… ‘Jupiter’s moons have a fascinating history, shaped by mythology and tales of the past… An important aspect of astronomy, each of Jupiter’s moons proves to be a vital part of history.’” Adam shrugged weakly, hoping he had helped Sophia. He grabbed his butterbeer once more, swallowing a few more sips before setting it carefully on the table beside him.
Sophia couldn’t even find herself enough to nod and instead just blinked a few times lazily before her brain caught up and she shrugged “It’s a talent I guess” because even if she hated it she could make sense of it, she didn’t find it hard and so she’d just string a few pretty words together and hey presto. She watched him trail his eyes further down the parchment his thumbs holding each edge and rubbing it absently between his hands then one flew up to brush over his bottom lip, merlin, her tongue traced her own absently. Then all of a sudden he was off. It was bloody adorable when Adam went off on tandem about things he was passionate about- especially how he talked with his hands, her eyes trailed down to them as they waved with his speech. Then they shot up to rake back through his curls, she could barely keep up with them. When he was done- she hadn’t heard a word- she smiled warmly and took the parchment back. Trying to look like she knew what he’d actually said.
She gently lay it against her knees and took her tawny quill from next to her on the sofa and started writing. Not many people could pick up that she was in fact rushing as her writing was still perfectly um… perfect and there was barely even a shake to her hand as she hurriedly finished off the last paragraph. Pausing, she stretched her arms over her head, her back arching in a feline way and her fingers curling. Sophia made a small noise in the back of her throat as she stretched happily, she was warm and happy and a little… Butter-beery. Finishing her stretch she pushed the parchment off her lap onto the floor with a disdainful look, turning she reached over Adam again her arm reaching and brushing the arm of the mug in vain her torso pinning him back against the couch with her weight.
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