Devil

Chapter 12: Lip locked

"Any luck with the big operation yet?" Fred asked Oliver a week later at breakfast.

Oliver had no luck with the brunette so far,she was harder to crack then a dragons egg. He flirted desperately with her during their potions lessons and detention and she seemed completely unfazed.

"I think I'm near a break through" Oliver lied, refusing to give up hope just yet.

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"Are you messing?" Cece's hiss was venomous as she flung the letter in her hand towards Mags who was sat beside her.

"Oh, my god" Carina whispered reading the crumpled letter over Mags's shoulder.

"What?" Ophelia asked from her spot across the table from Cece "What is it?"
"I'm getting married" Cece sighed "Before Christmas."
"What" Freya's exclaim could be heard throughout the Slytherin table as Cece buried her head in her hands.
"Show me that"

Freya's eyes trailed through the letter from Cece's Aunt and Uncle Nott, it declared that Cece was to be wed by Christmas and that was as far back as Estella had been able to push it. Cece Lestrange was to be Cece Fawley for the new year and she was to be pregnant within the first year of marriage.

"A baby!" Ophelia poorly hid her shock as she too read the letter.

The girls watched silently as Cece stood up and walked out of the great hall,her usually high head, dropped down to look at her feet.The eyes of a certain Gryffindor keeper following her the whole way out before cautiously excusing himself too.

Oliver would be lying if he said he wasn't stupidly attracted to the girl. Her curls,her spunk, her hips, her smirk, her ridiculously green eyes,her hips, had he said that already?

Nevermind,he really shouldn't follow her out those double doors. Forgetting the bet, he didn't trust himself to not fall at her feet and yet here he was, standing up out of the bench and following her out towards the pavilion.

The pavilion was empty,as everyone was in the dining hall, and it was bare as the elves hadn't started gardening it yet as there was a frost due next week so spotting her wasn't hard as she sat slightly slumped on a bench at the side.

Oliver casually slumped himself down beside her,unsure of his next move. He didn't usually have to chase the girl he wanted.
"Not now Wood, please" Cece grumbled at him,her patience too thin to deal with the obnoxious gryffindor.

"What's up with you?" Oliver asked turning towards her so that his arm rested on the back of the bench, his fingers brushing off the side of her robes.

Cece was silent for a moment, and then another and Oliver was about to get up and turn around when she turned to look at him and planted her lips on his.

Oliver's brain lost the ability to think any thoughts as the girl placed her hands on the back of his head. And then all he could think of was how soft her lips were, like marshmallows and how much she tasted like black coffee.

"Sorry" Cece whispered pulling away half in shock at herself. She had just kissed Oliver Wood. What was she thinking?"
"I wanted to kiss someone else, before I get married you know?"

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So that's how it began. Them tumbling around the room of requirement both desperate to have dominance over the others mouth, telling their friends that detention was an hour longer than it actually was, the last hour spent in a non- conversational make out session.

Neither had spoken about the new arrangement and neither really wanted to. Cece was getting what she wanted from Oliver, someone who wasn't Andrew and Oliver? Oliver was liplocked with the prettiest girl in school.

Sure she's Cecile but if the twins could see him they'd be fangirling. The only problem for Oliver was that they hadn't been caught yet, and that's what he needed for the purpose of the bet and it was exactly what Cece feared.

Her life would be well and truly over if anyone ever found out. Her family would disown her, her aunts would burn her off the tapestry and she'd never speak with them or her cousins again.

They couldn't be caught.

She couldn't deny Wood was good. He set her stomach alight in the strangest way when his fingers grazed her skin or played with the curls in her hair as she rested it against his chest. Andrew never made her feel anyways like this.Weird....New....Scary.

He whispered those stupid sweet nothings on her ears and never let go first. What a tool right??

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I am so sorry this story literally died a death iwl... I'm working on it slowly but surely.

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