𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 (OC x OC) - Full Series

[007] CHAPTER 23 - UNWRITTEN

"can't read my mind. i'm undefined."
|| natasha bedingfield

Makayla Malfoy

I feel tears well up in my eyes as I stare at the beautiful, golden band that rests in the box. The diamond on the ring shimmers in the sun and I almost feel unworthy to wear it, unworthy to even touch it. I've touched dozens of riches in my life—I grew up surrounded by wealth—but this is different. This has meaning. It has a meaning that I am not worthy to withhold. I'm not worthy to be a part of.

Why would a great guy like Louis Lupin want me to be his wife? Why would he want to bless me with his last name, knowing where I come from? Knowing what I am... It seems too good to be true. There's no way that he's being serious. He couldn't possibly be serious about actually marrying me. That's a death wish on his part. He'd be killing himself if he expects me to be 'wife material.' I'm not wife material, I'm monster material. I'm 'fated for death' material. Not wife material.

I don't even realize that I haven't said anything until he whispers, "Makayla, please say something..."

In my mind, I want to say no. I want to spare him the pain and free him from ever having a wife who lives in Azkaban, but I can't bring myself to do so. Deep in my soul, I wish there was some way that I could save him, but then again I don't. I want to lie and say I don't want to marry him, but I say yes anyway.

A few tears flow down my cheeks as I nod, a small, happy sob escaping my lips. "Yes..." I breathe.

In an instant, he's on his feet, slipping the ring on my finger and pulling me into his arms, tears flowing down his cheeks as well. I can't believe this is happening. I'm engaged to Louis Lupin. This can't possibly be real.

We stand there for a few moments, his arms wrapped around me and my cheek pressed against his chest. Then he leans down and starts kissing the top of my head over and over and over and over again like kissing me is some sort of drug that he can't escape. I don't want him to. My eyes flutter closed as he showers me with love, small whispers escaping his breath. "I love you so much, Makayla," he whispers. "I'll be the best husband, I promise..." And I believe him.

He then gently guides my head away from his chest, his hand finding my chin so I can look at him before he starts showering my face with kisses. It starts becoming so overwhelming that I start laughing. I feel him smile against my skin as his hands rise up and cup my face in his hands, keeping me still while he attacks me affectionately.

I don't want him to stop. I don't want to go to war. I just want to stay here. With him. For the rest of eternity. That's all I want. The entire world fades away when I'm with him. And I love him so much.

Louis Lupin

Makayla Irma Malfoy is my fiancée now. I am going to marry Makayla. Just the thought of it makes my heart jump to my throat. If you told me at twelve years old that I'd be engaged to Makayla Malfoy before I'm even eighteen, I would've laughed in your face and said that you're lying.

As much as I'd like to ponder over the idea of seeing her in a wedding dress, walking down the aisle on her way to become Makayla Lupin and leaving her old life behind, we have other things to attest. For example, we're all currently standing in Griphook's room as Harry talks to him about Bellatrix's vault. This time, I don't agree with the idea of leaving Makayla and Mattheo downstairs. My arm stays firmly wrapped around her waist as the conversation occurs.

"How are you?" Harry asks, not a single ounce of sympathy dripping from his tone.

"Alive," the goblin grumbles, his hands pressed together as he sits in the chair in the corner of the room. The chair makes him look so small.