Blame It On Me [Paul Lahote x OC]

Chapter 17: Old Times.

Using a portal key you took with you in your enchanted purse, you and Paul appear back in the London flat. You stumble slightly at the hard impact and you pick yourself up, staring dejectedly at Paul's unconscious body. It seems almost like a movie, your mind swimming in a haze. Pulling yourself together, you throw the jacket to the ground and pull your wand out of your boot. Using a levitation spell, you get him onto the large bed, his head on your lap as you cover his naked body with the sheet. You caress his hair and let out a long sigh in relief, »please be alright.«

You end up falling asleep, your lips hanging slightly open as soft snores escape. Paul's eyes wince open as a painful sting covers his chest. Magic has a stronger effect on the shapeshifter than he had ever imagined, but the sight of your sleeping figure made it all go away. He sits up and pulls you between his legs, running a thumb down your tearstained cheeks. Your eyes flutter open and your arms wrap tightly around him, pulling him into a tight embrace.

»I was so worried. I'm so sorry, Paul!« He rubs your back soothingly as you shake from silent sobs, freshly fallen tears coating his shoulder. »Shh, I'm alright.«

»I'm sorry, I'm sorry,« you keep murmuring and he captures your lips in a passionate kiss, pouring all his love into it and taking all your worries away. All your sadness.

Your back hits the soft cushions of the bed, Paul's warm body covering yours, his loving orbs staring into yours.

»I love you so much, Kya.«

»I-I love y-you, too.« You sniff softly and he chuckles at your adorable state, giving you a peck. »I'm okay. I've had a great nurse.«

»I was so worried, Paul.« Your hand caresses his cheek, sliding to the back of his neck to pull him closer once more. »You're such a damsel in distress.«

He scoffs and blows a raspberry into your neck, hearing you burst out in giggles. »I think I make a handsome damsel in distress.«

»Oh, the most handsome.« The two of you share a sincere and heartwarming smile, sharing your passion and lust for each other.

Later that day, you decide that regardless of what had happened, you need to say proper goodbyes to everyone. After all, they are your friends and will always remain that. Paul puts on a T-shirt he packed with him, wrapping his arms around you, lips kissing your temple.

»I've got you.« You smile at the kind gesture, appreciating his support through and through. The space surrounding you warps and twists until it shows the grassy fields behind the Weasley house. The area is empty and silent, but peaceful nonetheless. On the way to the house, you run into Molly and smile softly.

»Good morning, Molly.«

»Oh, Kya! It's so good to see you.« She hugs you tightly, tighter than you remember she ever did when you were dating Harry, »I'm so glad you decided to drop by again, I didn't get the chance to chat at the wedding.«

Awkwardly sliding a strand of hair behind your ear, you shrug. »I'm sorry about that. I had to head back home, my mum had forgotten something important. But I couldn't leave without saying goodbye.«

A warm smile spreads across her face, her curious eyes shifting to Paul. He extends his arm, »Paul Lahote.«

»Oh, lovely to meet you. Molly Weasley,« they shake hands and you grin, linking your hand with his. Molly notices a glow around you, a happiness she hasn't in a long time. However, she decides to stay quiet.

»Do come in,« she picks up the bucket of chicken feed and invites you in. »I was just about to make breakfast. Hermione's still here as well.«

She hurriedly disappears through the front door and you smile softly at Paul, »thank you. For being here.«

»Oh, you know me. I aim to please.« He grins teasingly and you push his shoulder, walking into the Weasley dwelling.

Paul's eyes go wide as he sees the wonders of magic – pots and pans flying across the room, dishes scrubbing themselves, oatmeal being stirred itself. »Whoa,« he whispers and you giggle enthusiastically, »you're adorable.«

»Shut up,« he snaps in mock annoyance, which makes you giggle even louder. Footsteps can be heard making their way down the stairs. The first to meet your gaze is Hermione who hugs you dearly, »where'd you run off last night?«

»Mum was being an airhead again. I'm sorry.« Ron greets you in surprise, interrupting Hermione's banter. »What are you doing here?«

»Ronald, she's our friend. She can come over any time.« Hermione scolds, her boyfriend paling for a second. »I know that, 'Mione. I just didn't expect it, is all.«

»Yeah, I wanted to come say a proper farewell. Who knows when we'll see each other again.« You exaggarate with flailing arms, making Ron smile softly. George's eyes go wide for a moment when he notices you, then he instantly pales when he realises Paul is with you.

Paul, surprisingly, is on his best behaviour. Knowing him, he would've shifted by now and aim to tear their head off if it was anyone else. But he was doing his best for you. Everything Paul did lately was for you. You greet George normally, like you would any other time, adamant on keeping last night events a secret. Harry and Ginny were the last to accompany you to breakfast. Light banter and idle conversations flew across the tables, marking the start of a beautiful and easy-going day.

Just like old times.