A Weasley. How could it have been a Weasley? Her family would disown her if they found out about her feelings, but now that they were there, Decoris Malfoy couldn't deny it. She had fallen for a Weasley. "What does Decoris mean?" he asked, inches away from her face. His breath tickled her nose and smelled of peppermint. "It's Latin for beautiful," Decoris whispered, her eyes flitting down, then back up to meet his eyes. His hand found the back of her neck, and her breath hitched in her throat. The next second lasted forever. 'Is this a mistake. What if my parents found out. What if Draco found out.' Then it suddenly ended and all of the questions melted away. His lips crashed into hers and the space between them closed. She couldn't think, she couldn't breath, all she knew was that she wanted him.All Rights Reserved
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