Two Simple Words By HPFangirl71
"Teach Me…" she had whispered to him.
He knew then, that he should've turned away. He should've turned away from her strawberry blonde curls and hypnotic smile. He knew better than to take the bait, yet here he was within the arms of young Rose Weasley, his hair turning a blushing shade of pink.
Yes, it was Rose lying next to him in the hotel bed. Young Rose who was supposed to be like family to him. He knew she had a crush on him even before she'd asked him to teach her how to kiss. He'd hesitated but then readily agreed. Why, he wasn't sure. Perhaps it was because he and Victoire had been fighting. Perhaps he'd been sick of the obligations of a fiancé and work at the ministry.
With Rose he'd felt no such obligations. Now, he felt only the sensual pleasure of their sexual encounters. It was only supposed to be one kiss but had grown into so much more. He felt Rose's silky skin beneath him, searing hot against his flesh. She excited him and made him feel free once again. He didn't think of her cousin Victoire while he was with her. His only thoughts were of the love which gleamed out from her topaz eyes.
To think that it had all started with just those two simple words.