ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴠɪɪɪ - ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪꜱꜱ & ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴄᴇɪᴛ

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"I..." He began, then fell silent. "I'm sorry." He said staring at a cabinet across of him.

"For what?" I asked raising my eyebrows at him.

"For earlier." He said colder than he meant to be. "In the forest."

"And what are you exactly sorry for?" I asked him indignantly. He just gave me a look, as if that answered the question. "I'm used to you being an arse, but that wasn't okay." I hissed eventually. "I refuse to be mistreated like that."

He stared at me and I stared back at him. His icy grey eyes seemed different, they weren't as icy. They were darker and more intense than I'd ever seen before. I suddenly felt the urge to get closer to him, but I forced myself to stay where I was. I was absolutely sure that he hexed me with the imperius curse.

He moved closer to me, which scared me a little. He closed his eyes as his face got closer and closer. I felt his hair brush against my forehead and his breath warm on my lips. Just as he was about to connect his lips to mine I suddenly snapped back to reality. I pushed him roughly off me, and his eyes flew open immediately.

"What do you think you're doing?!" I said as I moved away from him. "What the hell is going on!"

Malfoy was dumbstruck as he stared at me. He quickly turned his face towards a cabinet and his expression grew emotionless.

"I genuinely don't know what's happening." He said stunned, and I widened my eyes at the seriousness of his answer.

"Maybe you'll need to sort out your priorities!" I said angrily as I stood up and tried to pick up my rag to start polishing again. But as soon as I was trying to stand up, Malfoy pulled me back on to the floor and pressed his lips against mine.

I was so surprised by this sudden attack that I didn't know what to do. I felt my body slowly relax as I kissed him back. It felt like heaven and hell at the same time as he moved his lips against mine in a slow rhythm. Then the burning sensation deep inside me started to boil and swirl like that pile of snakes again.
His hands wrapped around me and it felt like my insides were about to explode.

I suddenly pushed him away as if he had a disease. And I stared at him with the same expression.

Malfoy studied me sceptically, as I got back up and continued cleaning a trophy I was working on. I didn't know what to say. I wanted to slap him in the face and punish him for it, like this afternoon, but how can I punish someone for something when it felt... really nice?! How can he even manipulate my feelings like that! He must have really hexed me!

"I hate you." I said after a while, without turning my face to him. I had polished the trophy as shiny as a mirror and I could see him in the reflection standing behind me. He stared at my back and I heard him sigh.

"I've hated you all of my life," I started. "you can't expect me not to hate you. Not even if you.. violate my mouth like that." I needed to sound irritated but I knew I wasn't convincing.

"You will be my wife." He scoffed as if that justified everything.

I turned on my heel and looked into his eyes. The arrogance was dripping from his face which greatly increased my annoyance factor.

"Don't you think I know that?" I snapped. "I can be very convincing if I want to play the part of your beloved wife. I am very skilled at acting."

He gave me one of his famous arrogant glares and turned around as he started to polish a trophy. Even though this burning feeling inside of me freaks me out, I still hate him. I'm absolutely sure he has a death wish. So I ignored him for the rest of our detention. I was sure that when he reincarnated, he would be a snoad. Definitely.

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