The Slytherin Brides

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As the girls made their way out of Hogwarts, Celeste felt a tug on her arm. She turned to see George Weasley rushing towards her, his expression a mix of determination and uncertainty.

"Celeste, wait!" he called out, breathless as he reached her.

"George?" she said, surprised. Her friends slowed down, sensing the shift in atmosphere.

"I heard about your engagement," he said, his tone serious. "To Malfoy."

Celeste nodded slowly. "Yes, it's true."

"I thought... I thought you liked me too," George blurted out, his voice rising slightly. "We had fun together, didn't we?"

She felt a pang of regret. "I didn't mean to give you the wrong impression, George. It was all in good fun."

"Fun? Is that all it was?" He stepped closer, his eyes searching hers. "Because I always thought we had something special."

Draco emerged from the shadows, his presence imposing. "What's going on here?" he demanded, his voice low and dangerous.

"Just talking," George replied, trying to hold his ground. "Right, Celeste?"

Draco's expression darkened. "You shouldn't be talking to her at all, Weasley."

Celeste felt the tension escalate. "Draco, it's fine—"

"No, it's not fine," he interrupted, stepping closer to her. "I don't want you alone with him."

George scoffed, crossing his arms. "What, are you going to control her too?"

Draco's jaw clenched. "Stay away from her, or I'll make you regret it."

Celeste's heart raced. "Draco, don't—"

But before she could finish, Draco's hand was at her waist, pulling her against him. "You're mine," he said fiercely, looking down at her.

"Malfoy, this is ridiculous," George said, frustration in his voice. "You're suffocating her!"

Draco leaned down, capturing Celeste's lips in a fierce, possessive kiss. The world around them faded, leaving only the heat of the moment. When he finally pulled back, he kept his hand firmly at her waist, asserting his claim.

"Don't come near her again," he warned, his eyes cold as he glared at George.

George's expression fell, hurt flashing across his face. "Fine. Enjoy your engagement, Celeste," he muttered, turning to leave.

Celeste looked at George, then back at Draco. "You didn't have to—"

"I did," Draco cut her off, his voice firm but softer now as he turned his attention back to her. "You need to understand, Celeste. You're mine, and I won't let anyone think otherwise."

She swallowed hard, feeling a mix of emotions. "Let's just go home," she said quietly.

"Yeah, let's go," Draco said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders as they walked out of the castle together, his possessiveness still palpable.