Oh Lena..
He's obsessed with her. The way she moves. The way she breathes. The way she blinks, for god's sakes he can't be without her anymore.
Okay so yes, the playboy, the man hoe, the Slytherin who didn't care about anything and discarded girls after three or four weeks has actually settled down.
Thing is. She's perfect. She's intelligent and fun and sarcastic and spontaneous and nice and pretty and soft and...
God he's so in love with her.
And now she's just talking. Just talking. Telling him about her stupid day and her stupid friends doing stupid things.
And he's just having intrusive thoughts. Like biting her cheek. Or taking her into his arms and never letting go.
And for once he doesn't hold back.
He lunges forward. Putting her face in his hands. He kisses her cheek first. Then her nose. Then her Cupid's bow. He ruffles her hair and his hands are suddenly tugging her uniform shirt out of her skirt. So he can get under and put his hands on her sides.
"You're so cute, Lena!"
He mumbles. Pressing against her until she basically stumbles backwards.