He slowly sat up straight, still having an arm around her waist and his book falling between the small gap that was between them, ❝ Well.. I.. âťž He couldn’t get over how cute the other was as she sat on his lap. Eric yawned again, âťť Has it been that lonely…? You could have waited outside or something.. âťž He wasn’t sure if she was even allowed in the common room. In a way, he could get in trouble for letting a slytherin in since no one knew exactly how she had gotten in.Â
It soon hit him that the distance between both of them had become closer and his face turned slightly red as he continued to stare at her. He wasn’t sure what to do or what to say. Most of the time, his crush would be the one clinging onto him and they would end up cuddling with each other somewhere. However, in this case, Eric just kept his arm around the younger’s waist.  ❝ Ah… You missed me…? I– Well… ❞
Suddenly, he was caught off guard with her statement about how he should stay with her. His face becomes even more red at her statement and he looked away from her, staring at the fireplace, ❝ W-Well.. I-If you want… attention.. I-I mean if you.. If you want me to.. pay a-attention to you… H-Here I am.. S-Sort of paying attention to you.. ❞ He looks back at her, and swallowing hard, making his adam apple go up and down, ❝ W-What kind of a-attention d-do you want..? ❞
As the boy slowly sits, Cleo easily adapted herself to the new position, very comfortable on his lap, and now resting her cheek against his shoulder. Her fingers grasp the book, curiously reading a bit of it and finding it very, very funny.
“It was that lonely!” She nods, head raising to now look at him. The book was now rested on her lap and her hands were looking for a safety spot to rest without breaking the comfortable hug. She simply hugged him back. “Isn’t it mean? Leaving a girl waiting outside all day long, without caring? How mean! I don’t even get how Eliana deals with you, tch!” Cleo rolls her eyes, incredulous the other said such a thing. Specially because he had a girlfriend.
She pouts when he asks her if she missed him. She had said it once and wouldn’t say it again, so she looked down, at her best acting of hurted feelings. And when she looks up again, her eyes were filled with curiosity and worry. “Ommo, are you ok?” She cups his cheeks, then checks if he has a fever. “You look horrible right now. Are you feeling unwell?”
A little sigh scaped her lips. Eric was sure clueless. How did he even manage to have a girlfriend? “What kind of question is it, huh?” Her expression was a perfect mix of annoyance and a cute pout. “Attention is attention! What is it? Aren’t we friends? Don’t you like me?” She sighs again, genuinely hurt. “Is it because I’m a Slytherin? I’ve heard it before. Thought it was just a mean gossip.”Â
With a quick move she kindly returns the book to him and easily stands up. “I’ll leave, then.” She fixes her sweater, then her hair, and finally looks at him. “You can read your book.” She nods, giving two steps before stopping on her spot and turning again at him with a puzzled expression. “Just a question: What is a scooter?” She frowns, looking down from the book and back to him. She read the word there and it intrigued her.
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