⭐COMPLETE⭐
Book 2 in the 'Our Secret Dream' Trilogy.
Follow Skylar and Bryan as they continue their journey together. Learning not only how to progress as a potentially engaged couple but how to have fun and still enjoy their careers with all of th...
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Do you remember that feeling of tranquillity that you have inside your chest after waking up from a blissful dream? Cause that's how I'm feeling at this moment.
I have always been a huge Harry Potter fan but I never could have expected to have all these feelings swirling around my chest from just being in the place that once walked the mastermind Alan Rickman (God Rest his soul) - not to mention the dynamic trio that is Daniel Radcliff, Emma Watson and Rupert Grant.
As much as I love the leading trio I was always more of a Fred Weasley girl and when I tell you I ugly cried when he died in the final battle I mean it. My eyes were red and blotchy, snot dripping from my nose and the deepest beat blush covering every patch of skin on my face! It was a very unsexy look.
Together hand in hand we step through the grand doors to the grand hall, being the only couple to push open the closed doors - courtesy of Bryan pulling a few strings for us! He is the best!
'So, baby tell me were you a Potter or Draco fan girl?'
Rolling my eyes and laughing at his tone I follow him into the grand hall, ignoring him as an audible gasp slips past my lips.
I can't believe that we are walking into a place that holds so many iconic and cinematic moments. From banquets to conversations and the pure magic that every inch of this room holds is enough to take every punch of breath from my lungs.
'This is -' I gasp before words fail me. I'm not sure I have the vocabulary to even attempt to put these thoughts and feelings into words. My mouth falls limply apart as my eyes go wide trying to scan across every nook and cranny of the room.
From the long wooden banquet tables to the floor-length glass windows and hell I can't forget the costumes of some of our favourites!
- Professor Albus Dumbledore
- Professor McGonagoll
- Severus Snape
- Rubeus Hagrid
As I'm busy snapping photos ready to post on Instagram later Bryan turns to watch me, a cheeky smile on his lips before he whispers 'I know' in response to my earlier comment.
He watches me for another minute before a deep chuckle leaves his lips.
'Sorry' I apologise, lowering my phone and slipping it into my purse. Lowering my eyes to look at the floor as cheeks flush pink.
With my gaze focused on my feet, I ignore his movement until his shoes come into my vision. Reaching out he places two fingers beneath my chin, pushing my head up to meet his intense gaze.
'Don't you ever apologise for being who you are! It's one of the many reasons I fucking love you.' he growls, his warm breath brushing across my cheek from the words he'd spoken into my ear.
With parted lips he pulls back, bringing his face central with mine, our eyes locked together. Searching the other for answers to so many questions.
With my pulse thundering around in my neck I cave to the desire I feel for him. Launching myself to him, wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing my lips to his. My tongue licked the seam of his seeled luscious lips, teasing before deepening the kiss. My tongue dancing with his. Tasting the deliciousness of him - mint, chocolate and damn vanilla.
