Drabble number one of one hundred.
My pairing is Evan Rosier and Emmaline Vance, and for this drabble, my prompts were the word beauty, and the two quotes "Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened." & "I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best."
He didn't know what had made him do it. He would surely be mocked by Mulciber and Avery if they were to ever find out, but it had all been one of those in the moment experiences. She had looked so beautiful, dancing around the Great Hall in her emerald green silk robes. He couldn't help that the color just seemed so very right on her. The way it made her eyes sparkle. He had followed her out of the hall, and rather than teasing her for her heritage as he was usually prone to do, he had been kind. He had teased her, yes. But it was a different kind of teasing.
They'd spoken to each other for a little over an hour, each learning about the other. Then he had done something his housemates would deem unforgiveable. He had kissed her.
She'd immediately pushed him away, and he could still feel the sting of her slap. She'd told him with venom that she wasn't a fool, and that just because she was all dolled up and looked the part of a respectable Pureblood lady didn't mean she thought he wouldn't suddenly remember in the morning that he thought she was still a dirty Mudblood. Did he think she had done her hair and make up just for him? He didn't deserve anything of the sort.
She had left the gardens in an embarressed storm, still fuming about the fact that she had let her guard down long enough to be tricked into letting him get close enough to kiss her.
He had stood there with his hands in his pockets looking after her, his face bright red from her hand and his dejection evident. Yet all he could do was grin.
R&R