Love Marks My Heart

My Love Is Yours If You're Willing To Take It

Disclaimer: All the spells used in this chapter belong to the Harry Potter universe that belongs to JK Rowling.

I recommend non-Potters to see the video to get an idea of what the used spells do.

✓ I also recommend you to check out the [Explanations], the second last part of the book.

Warning: Slight mentions of death and murder. Read at your own risks.
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"Yes, Cat Noir! Faster!" The sound of tinkling laughter filled the air.

Just an hour before the sunset, a boy clad in black leather cat-like costume can be seen running along the horizon. The golden light was refreshing and kissed the skin of the bluenette who was piggy-back riding him.

"Having fun, chérie?" He asked her.

She tightened her grip around his shoulders and took in the fresh scent of his soft blonde hair. "Yes!"

The boy giggled in response and increased his pace, "Isn't the view beautiful?", he said craning his neck towards his right to see the sun.

"You certainly are." Marinette couldn't stop herself from whispering softly. Her face illuminated into bright red when she realised she had said that out aloud.

A twitch in his cat ears indicated that he had caught that. Even though he wasn't facing her, she could practically see him smirking.

"Do I enchant you, princess?"

"Oh please!" She scoffed, rolling her eyes.

He chuckled and slowed his speed, an indication that they were nearing their destination. A squeal startled him and he came to a sudden halt.

"Cat look, a swing!" She pointed excitedly. He followed her gaze and sure enough, there a swing hanging off a tree's branch. "Chaton, can I please take a swing?" She stuck out her bottom lip and batted her eyelashes as she pleaded.

The fond expression he gave her warmed her heart. "Of course you can, Marinette."

He set her down carefully and she jumped in glee as soon as her feet touched the ground. She grabbed him by hand and trotted over to the swing.

Upon reaching the swing, she pulled the rope a few times to check if it was strong enough to hold her weight. When she was confirmed that the swing was safe, she sat on it. "Give me a push, please Cat."

The hero complied and took his position behind her. He brushed his hands gently against hers which were busy holding the rope, "Always at your service, chèrie." He withdrew his hands from hers to give her a push.

"Woohoo!" She raised her legs at the top of each swing to increase the height of the swings. Each time she reached the backwards extreme position, she would lean her forehead to the back and Cat Noir would plant a kiss on her forehead.

After enjoying for a while, her companion spoke up, "Alright, little lady, it's time we get moving or we'll miss the real thing."

"I don't wanna leave." She pouted childishly. Jumping off the swing, she took off running.