The Slytherin common room was a cavern of green and silver, a place of low light and deep shadows that felt more like a sanctuary than a dormitory. Draconia sat in the large, green leather armchair near the hearth, feeling the heat of the fire against her shins. The fire was a steady, orange presence that made the rest of the room feel distant and unimportant. She held the silver goblet in her hands, the metal cool against her palms, while the liquid inside caught the flickering light. Harry sat on the edge of the sofa across from her, his eyes tracking the way the firelight danced on the rim of her cup.
"You are very quiet tonight," Harry said, his voice cutting through the crackle of the burning wood.
"The term is starting, and the world is moving too fast," Draconia replied, taking a slow sip of the wine.
"It is always moving," he said, and he stood up to move closer to her.
He did not wait for an invitation before he sat on the edge of her chair, crowding her space with his body. His presence was a solid, heavy weight that made her breath hitch in her throat. He reached out to touch the ring on her finger, his thumb grazing the gold band that refused to leave her skin. The ring felt warmer than usual, a constant reminder of the permanence of her situation. Harry watched his own hand, his expression unreadable in the dim light of the common room.
"Are you afraid of what comes next?" Harry asked, his gaze lifting to hers.
"I am afraid of the things that stay the same," she said, and she set the goblet down on the small table beside the chair.
He leaned in, pressing his lips against the sensitive skin of her neck, and she felt the tension in her shoulders begin to dissolve. They were eighteen, adults by every definition of the law, yet they felt like they were playing at being grown up in a room designed for children. Harry’-s hands moved to the fastenings of her robes, his fingers deft and sure as he worked the silk. The fabric slid down her body, leaving her in nothing but her thin knickers, the cool air of the room hitting her skin as she sat exposed in the armchair.
"I want you," Harry whispered, his breath hot against her ear.
"Then take me," she said, and she pulled him down until his weight pressed her back into the leather.
He stripped his shirt off, his muscles tensing as he moved, and then he was kneeling between her thighs, pushing her knickers aside to reach her pussy. She felt the first touch of his fingers, wet and insistent, and she gasped at the sensation. He began to fuck her with his fingers, sliding them into her cunt as he leaned forward to kiss her mouth. The rhythm was slow, a deliberate exploration of her body that made her hips tilt upward to meet him.
Harry reached for his trousers, his eyes never leaving hers, and he pulled his cock free from his underwear. It was thick and heavy, the head of his cock glistening with pre-cum in the firelight. He positioned himself at the entrance of her pussy, and she felt the blunt pressure of him against her wetness. He pushed forward, sliding his cock into her cunt with a single, long stroke that made her back arch. The sensation of him filling her was overwhelming, a stretching fullness that made her vision blur.
"Fuck, Draconia," he groaned, his voice a low, gutted sound in the quiet room.
He began to fuck her in earnest, his thrusts long and deep as he drove his cock into her. Every time he pushed inside, she felt the weight of him, the way his pelvis slammed against her clitoris. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, wanting the friction of his skin against hers. He was hard and unrelenting, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy with a rhythmic, wet sound. She could feel the heat of him inside her, a pulsing warmth that seemed to go on forever.
"It feels so good," she whispered, her fingers digging into the leather of the armchair.
He changed the angle, lifting her hips so he could drive his cock even deeper into her. The blunt force of his thrusting made her head loll back, her breath coming in short, jagged gasps. He reached down to rub her clitoris with his thumb even as he continued to fuck her, the dual sensation sending her toward the edge. Her cunt felt tight and slick around him, the walls of her vagina gripping his cock with every movement. He was relentless, his pace increasing as the fire roared in the hearth.
"Look at me," Harry commanded, and she forced her eyes open to see him above her.
His face was flushed, his hair mussed, and his eyes were dark with a hunger that scared and thrilled her. He thrust one final time, a deep, soul-searing fuck that reached the very back of her, and she felt her own orgasm begin to build. The tension in her belly tightened until it snapped, her muscles clamping around his cock in a series of violent contractions. She felt the warmth of her pussy drenching him as he reached his peak. Harry let out a low, guttural cry, his body shaking as he came, his cum pulsing inside her as he drove himself deep one last time.
He stayed inside her for a moment, both of them breathing hard in the silence of the common room. The fire popped, sending a spray of sparks up the chimney, but the room remained still. He leaned down to kiss her, a soft, lingering contact that tasted of wine and salt. He pulled out of her slowly, the sensation of his cock sliding out of her cunt leaving her feeling strangely empty and exposed.
"Is that enough?" he asked, his voice a mere shadow of itself.
"It is never enough," she said, and she felt a tear prick at the corner of her eye.
She reached up to touch his face, her fingers trembling slightly as she traced the line of his jaw. The heat of the fire was intense, but it was nothing compared to the heat of his body against hers. She felt a sudden, sharp ache in her chest, a realization of how much they had to lose.
"I'm not crying because of the movement," she said, a small, broken laugh escaping her lips. "I'm crying because of the fire."
She leaned her head back against the chair, watching the embers glow in the grate, and let the tears fall. He watched her, his expression soft and pained, as she called it the fire.