Prompt Scarhead Disclaimer: JK Rowling retains the ownership of all characters and settings borrowed from the Harry Potter series of books. Warning! This is a slash fanfiction. Basically a boylovesboy story. If you don't like. DON'T read it then. As the lips cares my neck I forgot how we ended up here. Enemies and now lovers he caressed me like I was a cloud which would evaporate the moment he forced his hand. At least I felt like a cloud, laying there in our sweat and stinking of sex. -What are you thinking? -About us, he doesn't say anything just lifts his head and stares. We're both quite and then: -And? He prompts and I can't help but smirk at him. -And you need a pair of better glasses if you're ever gonna be seen with me. He smiles, that goofy and dorky smile that leaves the weasel fuming and me smirking. But thankfully the weasel isn't here and I get the pleasure of watching that gawking dollop head smile at me like a loon and then force me into a hug. -Really Scarhead what would you do without me? If he happened to hear a bit of a choke coming from me he didn't let on and just kept smiling into my neck.