𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓 || 𝐃.𝐌

𝟎𝟔𝟖 (!!!)

[mature scenes ahead.]

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"It's relaxing, I promise." I tell him and he gives me a unsure look. "Don't worry, you'll be with me all the time."

"But what if—?" He argues but I cut him off before he finishes his sentence.

"I can fight off the bad guys," I flex my muscles. "See? I'm strong."

He laughs. Warmth rushes through my body at his laughter. He doesn't laugh often, and now he did. I smile brightly at him, like a child opening presents on Christmas.

He's so beautiful.

"Come on," I take his hand in mine and we walk out into the corridors towards the common room.

Blaise, Theo, Pansy, Daphne and Noah are all sitting by the fire place. They're playing a board game and eating sweets.

"Hello, love birds." Blaise says happily, a big smile on his lips as he looks at us. "Wanna play games with us?"

Theodore looks at Blaise, "Why would they want to play games with us? These games you chose are boring."

Blaise looks extremely insulted, "Keep it to yourself, I don't want to hear it or my feelings will get hurt."

"I would love to," I smile. "But not today. Maybe some other day, we're going on a walk in the forest to clear our minds. If we're back earlier we might join you."

"Okay," Blaise pipes happily. He reach up to squeeze my hand, "Je t'aime."

I smile, squeezing his hand in return. "Je t'aime aussi."

We talk to them for a short moment, and then we walk out. Our fingers entwined as we're surrounded by nature.

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"Draco, how many languages do you speak?" I ask him as I walk with his hand in mine on the small path surrounded by trees and nature.

"Nine." He answers without asking why.

Damn.

"Holy shit," I gasp. "That's many languages. How can you know so many?"

He chuckles, "My father took me with him on business trips when I was fourteen. And he made me learn when I was homeschooling."

"What are the languages?"

"English, French, Albanian, Russian, Spanish, Swedish, Mandarin, Thai and Italian." He counts his fingers like a child, then looks at me with a smile.

"Wow," At this point I'm not even surprised, this man can do everything.

"Can you say something to me in one of those languages?" I say playfully, almost jumping up and down.

"Sei carino, (You're cute.)" he tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear.

"What does that mean?" I tilt my head.

"You're annoying," he answers with a straight face.

I gasp and give him a light playful shove, "Say something else!"

He laughs, pulling me closer to him and pressing his lips against mine. "Te Dua,"

"I know what that means," I whisper against his lips.

He tilts his head just like I did seconds ago, "Really? What does it mean then? Translate."

"It means you're the best," I giggle before I can finish the sentence and he just laughs. "Thank you. I already knew that."