Forbidden Fairytales
AlwaysPadfoot
Prompts used: Quote (to be used as inspiration): "Once upon a time, I fell in love with the wrong person."-Unknown, Emotion: Excited, Phrase: jumped onto the train, Other: 356.
Once upon a time, she fell in love with the wrong person.
Victoire could barely understand what was happening. She was supposed to be in love with Teddy, but every time she and Lysander hung out, it was like an uncontrollable wave of excitement washed across her skin. Her body tingled at the thought of him being close to her, touching her, kissing her.
She smiled goofily to herself as she left the girls dormitory, flicking her beautiful red curls over her shoulder with a sigh. They were on prefect duty tonight, they were going to be alone for the first time since she'd jumped onto the train to Hogwarts for the very last time.
Nervously, Victoire bit her lip as she spotted Lysander leaning against the portrait hole. His blonde hair was styled into a perfect wave across his forehead, the sides shaved short in sync with the latest fashion, except that he always looked better than any other boy that Victoire knew.
Even Teddy.
She winced, if only for a moment, before she allowed that nervous excitement to bubble up inside her again. Lysander had always been cute, but now that she was with someone else it was different. He was much cuter, hot even.
Forbidden.
It wasn't until later when they were joking around on the fourth floor corridor, Victoire suddenly felt an uncontrollable urge overcome her. She needed to feel his arms around her, his lips on hers.
"Sandy," she said. He turned to her and immediately she pressed her lips lightly to his. She was about to pull away when he responded, drawing her into his arms and pulling her into the nearest classroom. Her hands moved upwards, one against his chest, the other in his hair. Their breathing became more haphazard as their kissing intensified and they spiralled closer to intense passion.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this," Lysander whispered, as their hands roamed wildly, clothes suddenly being discarded without a single afterthought.
Victoire could only agree with a simple nod because her body surged with excitement with every whispered word.
Every touch.
Every kiss.