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CHAPTER NINE

Angel had been invited out to lunch with Marvolo again. Once more, it caused relentless teasing from her friends, who took amusement in her discomfort.

However, they all had this question in their eyes. Not that they doubted their friend, but why did he want to go on another date with her? He was the Dark Lord, and he had never shown interest in anyone before. So why now?

All the doubts surrounding their friend's relationship with the Dark Lord didn't matter, though. They were determined to be supportive, which led to Pansy, Daphne, and Luna rifling through Angel's wardrobe, trying to find the perfect outfit.

Finally, all four girls settled on a beautiful green dress that made her look stunning. Angel ended up stealing a leather jacket from Theo, giving the outfit a cute, oversized look. Although the three other girls insisted on her wearing wedges, she refused and paired the outfit with some Docs.

After Angel had changed, Pansy and Daphne pushed her into a chair, the former starting on her makeup and the latter on her hair. Luna sat on the floor, playing with Angel's hands in a comforting gesture so that Angel didn't get too nervous about the date.

When the girls had finished, Angel grabbed a mirror and admired her completed look. "Thank you so much, guys! I love it."

"Anytime, Angie," they said in unison.

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Angel, who arrived in the field of one of her mansions, carefully arranged the picnic blanket under the shade of an old oak tree. The basket beside her was full of home-baked goods she had learned to make at a very young age. She glanced up as Marvolo approached, his dark hair falling into his eyes, and his usual quiet demeanor in place.

"Do you like this spot?" she asked, her voice light and cheerful. She was nervous that he would hate the date, hate her.

Marvolo nodded before questioning her, "It's perfect. Is this your place?"

Angel smiled, her heart fluttering at his simple approval. She began unpacking the basket, laying out sandwiches, fruit, and a couple of her homemade cookies. "It is. Apparently, it belonged to my many-times-great grandfather. I hope you're hungry."

"I am," Marvolo replied, sitting down opposite her. He watched her with an intensity that made her blush. "Which part of your family? I know you are the heir to many great houses that seemed to be long extinct."

Angel smiled again; she loved talking about the family she had recently discovered. She went out of her way to learn everything about them. "It belonged to Ignotus Peverell. You know, the one from the stories of the Deathly Hallows."

"That's really cool, little devil." Angel blushed at the nickname; no one besides Luna had ever given her a nickname, and coming from him did things to her, especially the way he said it.

After the short discussion about Angel's family, they began to eat in comfortable silence for a while, the sounds of nature around them creating a serene backdrop. Angel stole glances at Marvolo, noticing the way the sunlight played on his features, softening his usual stoic expression.

"Do you do things like this often? Go on dates?" Angel asked, trying to draw him into conversation.

"Not really," Marvolo admitted, his voice low. "This is the first real date I've been on in a long while."

Angel chuckled. "Damn boy, if I knew you were so inexperienced, I might not have agreed to this."

Marvolo's lips twitched into a tight smile. He knew she was joking, and he loved the way she acted, but he wasn't going to let it slide that easily. "And you can talk? Besides, I prefer being alone. I don't like people."

"Oh," Angel said softly, a hint of disappointment in her voice. She looked down, fiddling with her fingers, a nervous habit of hers.

"But this is nice," Marvolo added quickly, knowing he had messed up. "Being here with you."

Her eyes lit up at his words. "I'm glad you think so. You're pretty good too, I guess."

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The afternoon passed with them talking about little things—from favorite books to childhood memories, although between the two of them, there weren't many good ones. Marvolo surprised her with his dry humor and the depth of his thoughts. She found herself laughing more than she had in a long time.

As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the landscape, they lay back on the blanket, side by side, watching the sky change colors. Suddenly, Angel stood up, jumping as she spoke, "Oh, oh! I totally forgot there's this waterfall like a five-minute—"

She was cut off as she tripped over the edge of the blanket, falling straight on top of him. She blushed red in embarrassment as he slightly chuckled, wrapping his arms around her. "Marvolo," she said softly.

He looked at her, his dark eyes searching her face as they were close to each other, each could feel the other's breath on their face. "Yes, princess?"

She took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment. "Kiss me."

And he did. The kiss was deep and passionate. Angel grabbed his face as he flipped them over so he was on top. Her hands moved to his hair, grabbing it roughly, enticing a groan from him.

As they kissed, everything faded into the distance—from the sound of the leaves rustling in the breeze to the ribbits coming from the frogs near the creek.

Marvolo's movements were dominant but also somehow gentle. When they finally pulled away, their eyes locked, lust filling the depths of them. Angel smiled. "That was perfect," she whispered.

Marvolo's hand found hers, and he squeezed it gently. "Yes, it was."

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This is also a kind of short chapter and I'm sorry for that, lately, I've been struggling with what to write and some other things in my personal life.

Anyway, here is the outfit I based the description on. If you don't like feel free to change it.