Perfect Moment

Vena and Fenrir

"Miss Lestrange! Stop!"

The blonde turned to the werewolf, tears leaking down her face. Her hair was plastered to her face in the rain, and she glared at him.

"What?!"

"Don't go,"

"My parents want me for no other reason than to bare children. I will not sleep with my own cousin. Nobody loves me, they just see someone I'm not. I don't want to anymore. All these expectations I can't comply to, I can't be what they want. Nobody would ever love me,"

"Come inside, Miss Lestrange. Please. It's raining, you'll become ill,"

"Call me Vena,"

"Come inside, Vena. You'll get ill,"

"Why do you care?"

She stepped close to him, and she was so close that he could kiss her, touch her, pull her into her arms.

"Because I love you,"

"You...what?"

"I... I love you, Vena Lestrange. I want to marry you, and be the father to your children. I know this is all of a sudden and I'm 21 years older than you, but this isn't about your looks or you being 50% veela. No, it's about true love. I have seen something in you I've never seen before. I'm a horrible person, I've messed up many lives. But please, come back inside. I'll tell your parents that I'll marry you, if you let me,"

He was cut off by her hand on his cheek, and her lips on his. He put his arm around her waist, pulling her in. The kiss was wet, but it felt nice. As they pulled away, she leant her head on his chest.

"And I've always loved you,"