In Love and War

Chapter 1: A Room Built for Two


This book is dull enough without her there to distract me. If Advanced Care for Malicious Magnolias is not something I want to read, who would? Eve sits on her bed, which is just a few feet from mine on the other side of our small room.

We had been given our own room after several complaints about ‘the nature of our study habits’ from the other girls in our dorm. Basically, we had too many late night experiments, with charms and potions. As well as too many early mornings… well, the girls didn’t like being woken by an explosion and then having to evacuate the room half naked.

It’s not a bad room by any means. A little smaller than the normal dorms, but with only two of us it seems to be the perfect fit. Sharing a bed most nights seems to make the room that much bigger as well. Entering the room the first thing you see is the rather large window sitting just over the huge desk. The oak desk is more than big enough to supply both Eve and myself, but she leaves it to me most of the time, preferring to do most of her work sitting on the floor. The two beds are place at opposite walls, leaving just enough room to fit the wool rug between. At the foot of the beds are our storage chests which are pretty much the same.

All in all the room fits us pretty well. We can run our experiments well into the night. We also have the privacy, well, that we really shouldn’t have. While Eve doesn’t study nearly as much as I do, she always seems to be right on my heels when it comes to being the brightest witch anymore. Sometimes I think she distracts me like this just to gain the edge.

I glance at Eve every so often, just to check if she is still watching me. She is. Looking ravishing in that skirt as well. Long legs curving gently into her hips which in turn run up to her wonderful round… eyes. Of course. Just sitting there holding her toy and watching me.

I wonder what she is doing with that thing, her ‘P.D.A.’. She seems to love playing with those muggle toys. I try to concentrate but every time I looked up I see her watching me with that oh-so-cute smile that hints she’s up to something. *Sigh* Now that she’s played with that hair I’ve lost it. Her hair is the most unusual color I have ever seen yet so alluring it drew me right in the first time I saw her. Its color is so hard to describe. Definitely not a color you would ever find in a hundred pack of Crayolas. Ginny said it perfectly in the common room one afternoon.

“A pink just two shades lighter than jet black.”

Eve let some of her hair fall over her face and slowly, so very slowly, pushed it back behind her ear. She knows that drives me crazy and she does it quite often. I turn to lie on my side and prop my head up with my arm, looking across the room into those beautiful eyes. “Why do you find those things so interesting?” I ask, as I had done many times before.

“Now Hermione, don’t tell me you still haven’t found the joy of these ‘muggle toys’”. She tried her best to imitate me on that last part. “You see, my young Hermione,” she speaks in a sarcastically commanding tone as she sits up, keeping the device in front of her. “They can do a number of fascinating things.”

A grin came across my lips as she calls me young. She is only a few months older than me, but she seems to love playing the big sister.

“Such as!” She continues in a more forceful but still playful voice, noticing my grin. “The ability to capture and replay video.” She finishes.

“You haven’t!” I exclaim.

“I have.” She replies calmly. “For a good long time now. I’m almost out of space.”

I slide to the floor and stroll the five steps between the two beds. At the same time she places her toy next to her and holds out her arms to accept me. Running my hand through her hair and holding the back of her head we slowly fell on to the soft feather mattress. I close my eyes as our tongues meet and dance. She never closes her eyes first. She told me once that she wanted to look into mine for as long as she could.

Pulling away slowly after our long, wonderful kiss, I open my eyes looking at her shining face, her eyes still closed. Coming back to reality, she draws a deep breath and opens her eyes looking at me as if to say “Oh god, Hermione.” I smile. I always love taking the breath out of her.

During dinner one night Ron had asked what a girl would say if he got the right gift. Eve spoke up right away. “If you do it right she won’t be able to say anything at all.”

She blushes a little. I giggle and rest my head on hers. She giggles back in response. Unable to escape her enchantment I stared into those deep hazel eyes. She placed her lips to mine and kisses me gently just before speaking.

“Do you remember when you met me?”


~End Chapter~

AN: My first story. Pleaes read and review.
Let me know if I should bother with any other chapters or not. ^.^