NOTE:
I understand I am writing Draco to be unlikeable, but I warned for it remember. Still I promise he is going to change soon.. I am eager to get to the second part of the story soon, the "present time" so that is why I am choosing to speed things along and I want to work on my Bridgerton fic as well.
Anyway, do let me know if the pace is wrong. I initially wanted things to happen in chapter 16 but again.. comment if you think I am going too fast. The way Goyle gets his revenge may be a bit weird, you would say it would be, but it is something I have thought of since the beginning. Well, basically I had two versions of the 'good stuff' happening, but I will write the other scenario into a different chapter. Finally: I am not going to write about Draco saying sorry to Goyle and his niece, just trust that he will do make amends with them somehow and again I am aware he is a douche.
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Temporarily her eyes fluttered shut but then they opened again, and she was mesmerized for this was really happening. He was kissing her, and it felt, oh dear, it felt amazing. His lips were soft, and he tasted sweet, enticing her to kiss back or more and he smelled lovely, like on the beach in Leidal.
It was intoxicating, all of it and it was too much to take at first but then.. She didn't know at what point she had started to kiss him, but she did, to her initial terror and surprise. This encouraged him only more by pulling her closer and holding her tighter because at one point both of his hands had dropped to respectively her back and her waist. He slowly started moving his fingers up and down her back and the movement made her tremble where she stood. Yet she let him, partly out of curiosity as to what he would do next, partly because she liked it. He came even closer and grabbed her even more and something seemed to ignite in him as a moment later he kissed her deeper and his hands roamed over her body even more.
Very, very briefly, he touched her left breast, which startled her, and he understood that perhaps he was going too fast. Nevertheless, he continued to place his mouth more intensely on hers, even using his tongue a few times. This.. was surreal, it felt strange, too strange, what was exactly going on? Malicious thoughts started going through her head, that the kiss was disguised as a cruel joke, that he must be playing with her because that was something he would do.
She suddenly detached herself from him and he gazed at her in confusion for he had not expected her to retreat. Their eyes locked and both were too lost to say anything and trying to process what just had taken place..
"Mara," Draco began when he finally came back to his sense, but she took a few steps back, turned on her heel and proceeded to walk away at such a high pace, she was nearly running away from him, but he managed to catch up with her.
"Mara! STOP," he said, and his plea worked because she suddenly turned back to him so that their bodies almost collided.
"What was that about?", she wanted to know, not hiding the accusing tone in her voice..
"What do you mean? What was that?", he asked with a frown.
"You kissed me!", she exclaimed.
"Yes, I know for it happened like two seconds ago", Draco said with a small smile on his face finding her perplexed face a little amusing.
She looked at him, still half in shock, still trying to process things and an inevitable silence fell between them where they just awkwardly stared at each other. What was worse.. Mara had difficulty breathing which was apparent to Draco and it looked like she was going to faint any minute.
"Are you okay?", he asked, a tad concerned.
"I .. I am.. I just.. I don't understand... First you're in my room with Katherine, no doubt sleeping with her.. in.. in my bed and-".
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FanfictionAlternate HARRY POTTER UNIVERSE around 1900-ish or bit earlier To stop the bloodshed between two neighbouring countries, divided by a sea in between, Mara Ravenclaw of Leidal is forcibly married off to the arrogant, spoiled and cruel prince of Astel...
