my inheritance (g.w x o.c)

chapter eight: the mark of the heir

"Which classroom are you aiming for?" I questioned. He was about to answer when we heard footsteps. He hushed me, pulling me into an empty closet. He pushed me into the wall, smirking down at me. "This is a little cramped, don't you think?"

"Jump," he whispered as he pulled up on my leg. I obliged, wrapping my legs around his waist. He smirked, leaning down to leave another mark on my other collarbone. "Stay quiet. Wouldn't want to get caught." I sighed, looking up as he sucked on my skin. I ran my hand into his hair to keep from moaning. He grabbed my ass, causing me to bite my lip. "Merlin's sake, you're perfect."

"You're a tease," I mumbled.

"You haven't seen anything," he promised, leaning away to look at me. "Let's make sure the coast is clear, and I'll show you what kind of night you're in for." If the butterflies could get any bigger, they did. He slowly opened the door before pulling me out with him. We started backtracking.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"You spend a lot of time in the library," he smiled back at me. "Perhaps we should give it a few new memories."

"And if we get caught?"

"Something tells me you're pretty good at apparating."

I hummed, wrapping my arm around his and looking up at him. "So you've found my secret." A couple years ago, I figured out a few counter curses to the apparating spells Dumbledore had put up. Who knows how he knew that, but it did come in handy. He smirked, looking down at me. He stopped walking and pushed me against the wall, kissing me.

"How about you show a bit of your magic now?" he spoke against my lips.

"Someone's impatient," I whispered as he kissed me again.

"Are we forgetting who's in charge tonight?"

I hummed, intertwining our hands. "No, sir." It took a lot of focus to apparate and say the counter curses at the same time, but I'd had a few practices. Once we landed in the library, he pushed me against the nearest bookcase, lifting me onto the small counter in front of it. I moaned as he ran his hands up my thighs.

"Hush, darling," he smirked, biting my earlobe gently. "We don't want to get caught, do we?"

"No," I breathed out as he kissed down to my collarbone.

"I didn't think so. Imagine what they'd say," he teased as he left a mark on my collarbone. I hummed, running my fingers into his hair. He groaned against my skin. "The Slytherin princess, out of bed after hours with a Gryffindor." He tsked, leaning back to look at his work. "Little do they know, you're going to be marked by me for days."

"Good," I smirked, pulling him back to my lips. He brought his hand to my neck once more, pulling me closer if that was possible. His free hand ran down my side, and I hooked a leg around his waist.

"Damn it, Princess," he whispered, pushing me back. "Patience."

"Something I am sorely lacking," I smirked as he gently squeezed my neck.

He smirked in return. "I suppose we'll have to have a little lesson." He leaned back to unbutton his shirt, pulling me off the counter. I whimpered softly as he turned me around, pushing me into the table beside us. He kissed below my ear, moving my hair aside. I was so in the moment that I didn't even stop him. I'd almost forgotten about the snake at the top of my back. My dress didn't cover it, but my hair did. Even if my hair moved, the disillusionment charm should've worked fine if I'd reinforced it before the party. But when he moved my hair, he paused. I felt his thumb run over it, and I froze, my eyes shooting open. I'd forgotten the disillusionment charm.

"I can explain," I promised, gripping the table harder.

"Is this..."

"No."

"But it's not a tattoo," he pointed out, tracing it with his finger. I wanted to cower away, but I couldn't bring myself to leave his touch. "It's a birthmark." I didn't say anything. "And according to the prophecy-"

"It's not what you think," I interrupted, turning around to face him. He searched my face for a moment. God, how does he always see right through me? I sighed, looking down. "I'll just, I'll leave." I walked past him, pulling the strap on my dress back into place and pushing my hair back over the mark. He grabbed my hand, turning me back around. I avoided his gaze, but he tilted my head up to face his. He tilted his head, rubbing his thumb against my cheek.

"You're the Heir," he whispered. He stated it. But not in a disgusted or fearful way. In a way that made my heart beat faster. Like it was just any other trait. "Why do you keep it a secret?"

"When people find out, they either fear me, want to be me, or are absolutely disgusted by me. I didn't want that here. Being the Slytherin princess does that just fine."

"You're one of the most powerful witches of our generation, if not the most powerful. You might be the Heir, but you aren't evil."

I'm sure people said the same thing about Tom Riddle, I thought, looking away.

"I know what you're thinking," he mumbled. "And you aren't him."

"I'm his granddaughter, George," I pointed out. "I can't change that."

"But you aren't him," he repeated, tilting my head back to him. His eyes were so kind. I never saw kindness. Whether it was because they knew who I was or simply because I was Slytherin, all I ever saw was fear, malice, jealousy... but he was kind. "Larissa, your soul is beautiful."

I scoffed, taking a step away from him. "I could only dream of it."

"You may be Slytherin, but you aren't cruel," he continued as I turned away. "You have a light in you, Larissa. It may be deep beneath this facade you put up, but it's there. I've seen it."

I wondered how much he'd drank. No one ever said these things about me. He had to have been drunk. "You don't know what you've seen."

"You don't think I have. You don't think anyone has..." I heard him slowly take footsteps toward me. He pulled me back into his chest, slowly moving my hair to one side. I tilted my head slightly as his hands gripped my waist. He gently kissed below my ear before whispering against my skin, "But I've seen you help first years find their way, I've seen you comfort a crying Hufflepuff after Umbridge gave them detention, I've seen you save people from the wrath of Snape..." He slowly kissed down my neck as he spoke. He paused right as he got to the mark, and I bit the inside of my cheek. He kissed the middle of the mark, letting his other hand trace down my arm and capture my hand. "I've also seen you cringe at the cruelty of other Slytherins, I've seen you spend hours in the astronomy tower crying, I've seen you break at the actions of your family and that shows who you truly are, Larissa Prince." He turned me around, lifting me onto the table and standing between my legs. He tilted my head up to look at him. I searched his face to try and understand what prank he was pulling this time. Yet the more I searched, the more I realized how genuine he was.

"Weasley, I don't-"

"You're beautiful," he interrupted. "You're unbelievably frustrating, and you've managed to manipulate more of our pranks than Molly Weasley, but you never cease to stand up for what you believe in, you're a bloody sneaky chaser, and I ask myself every day how I managed to get into class with you."

"Wonder who cursed you with such a thing?"

"No," he smiled softly. "I ask myself how I managed to get into class with someone so vibrant and resilient and unwavering. Someone who I haven't taken my eyes off of since she smiled at me in Potions first year. Someone who I'm head over heels in love with, and bloody hell you drive me mad, but you're beautiful and brilliant, Larissa Prince. You're so much more than you give yourself credit for."

I had so much I wanted to say, but for the first time in my life, I was speechless. All I could manage to ask was, "You love me?"

"Not as intuitive as I believed, princess," he smirked. I struggled to believe it was real. Love wasn't something I experienced. My confused expression must've tipped him off. He tilted his head. "I do. Every single part of you."

I continued to look up at him for a moment before bringing my hands to his shirt. "Show me."