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" 𝕽emus!"
I yelped, feeling hearty laughter tear from my throat before I could help it when I felt his firm hands snatch at my waist from behind and spin us into the nearest broom cupboard, his lips eagerly pressing to mine when he craned his neck down, despite my many attempts to pull away with my flushed cheeks,
"What are you doing?!"
"Attending a tea party with the devil himself.....what does it look like i'm doing, Willow?" He retorted sarcastically, drawing back from the kiss as she struggled against him in her spindly frame, his bones singing her name in captivating chants when she finally melted into him and leaned into his body. His vision is briefly obstructed by magical coloured eyes before he closes his own when rolls up onto her tiptoes, catching his lips into a smaller, fond kiss.
"You think you can just drag me away whenever you want to snog me?" I asked with a quirked brow, his arms tightening around my waist as he nodded with a grin,
"Pretty much"
"Git" I grumbled, pinching the name of his neck though my fingers ended up twirling in his hair when he slanted his mouth against mine again, his tongue slyly tracing the outline of my bottom lip, forcing me to part them to allow his to dance with him. He groaned gruffly, pushing his nose harder into mine to deepen the kiss further, leaving me to feel breathless.
It's been a few days since he had asked me to marry him, and to say we were both on cloud nine would be an understatement. We decided not to tell anyone for the time being, quite happy to just celebrate and enjoy something of ours for now instead of it being out in the open. The lingering thought that the marriage of a veela and werewolf may cause a definite stir in the Ministry was weighing on our minds. We tried to forget that though, we want to get married, we want our lives to be together, we want to be united and devoted lawfully just as we are mentally, emotionally and physically.
Secret meetings in broom cupboards and longer heated snogs before we went to sleep cuddling weren't an odd occurrence, along with some other intimate things. It was almost as though it was the beginning of a relationship, the sneaking around and longing stares were more meaningful and burning with passion. It's exciting and electrifying to say the least.
"You know what? I'm glad you've found me" I breathed heavily once detaching my lips from the kiss, gazing up into his eyes when they furrowed slightly, his hand reaching to brush some loose strands of hair from my face, wondering quietly,
"Why's that?"
"I'm hiding from Pom Pom and she's been on my wings all day" I mumbled, pouting my lips up to him when he chuckled, repeating with mirth,
"Wings?"
"Felt more fitting than tail, my harpy wings" I explained, feeling a blush rise to my cheeks more when his expression only grew more amused, dipping his head down further to peck my cheek affectionately, murmuring,
