Hey, this is a response to strawberrydarhling's Twenty One kisses challenge. My character was Dean Thomas and My prompt Ice Cream ... Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine, if it was I'd be rich! (Which I'm not, lol)
Across the room I stare. She is floating alone, dancing across the floor towards me. My breath stops as she gets closer and I swear my girlfriend can tell, as she turns my head towards her and forces me to look in her eyes. I concentrate on her, the way her midnight blue eyes gaze into my chocolate ones, the way she flips her dirt blonde hair behind her. I try, but fail.
A porcelain hand taps my shoulder and I turn to face ... her.
"Dean," she says with such sweetness "Here's a letter to be given on your 21st birthday." She shrugs, as her silvery blonde hair ripples behind her "I was told to give it to you and ..."
At this point she leans down and kisses me. Everything I ever wanted was in that one movement. It was soft and gentle, the way her smooth lips moved against mine. She tasted like ice cream, melting on my tongue.
"Lunnaa" I stutter out, as my girlfriend stands, advancing towards the oblivious blonde. "Lavender," I switch to "I didn't, I mean Lav!"
"Read the letter." Is Luna's only response to the threats hurled at her, and with that she disappears through the heaving mass of people. My girlfriend, her face twisted in a mask of anger, snatches the letter from my limp hand.
Her face is flaming red as she avidly reads the letter, then her face freezes and drains of colour, turning ghostly pale, reading on, it eventually settles on a crimson that shows her anger and jealously.
She tosses me the letter; "Be prepared to lose your Girlfriend." She states, void of emotion, before moving across to her best friend Parvati, no doubt to tell her all about her "dirty, cheating boyfriend. I gently unfold the letter, and read it with curiosity flickering across my face, it soon turns to disbelief. I have to rub my eyes a few times, just to make sure they weren't playing tricks on me. The letter read:
Dear Dean William Thomas,
It has come to our attention here at Gringotts Wizarding Bank that you are a descendant of Lord Rathton Sharm, Merlin's apprentice. Though many have come before you, none have managed to reach the requirements in Lord Rathton's will as it has been lost since his death.
These requirements are very specific, and I'm afraid to say he had quite a sense of Humour, it is as follows:
I Lord Rathton Sharm have decided that any descendant of mine must reach some rules to obtain their inheritance. On their 21st birthday they must start the cycle of kissing. They must kiss twenty one different people in twenty one days or they will fail to achieve their fortune and may be cursed with bad luck from that day on, depending on the life they lived before hand.
With Best Regards
Landink, Head of Inheritance
One down, two to go, I thought rather bitterly. The one thing I knew though, I was in a hell of a lot of trouble.
A/N Probably going to turn into a multi chapter to fulfil the challenge xx
Love Rose