III. March 19, 2016
It was near the end of her fifth year when Victoire received the third important kiss in her life. She had been dating Brandon Chapman, a sixth year Slytherin, for six months. Her family had long-ago warned her against befriending Slytherins, but she hadn't listened. Now that the threat of Lord Voldemort was gone, Slytherins were slowly beginning to be accepted by the other three houses.
Brandon had planned a special evening for the sixth month anniversary, and needless to say Victoire was very excited. She and Isadora spent five hours picking out the perfect outfit on the night prior, and three hours getting Victoire ready that morning. The effort was clearly worth it, for when Victoire met Brandon before breakfast, his jaw was dropped (as were many other jaws, as Isadora later informed her).
The couple ate breakfast together at the Gryffindor table, where all the people that Victoire cared about accepted (or at least pretended to accept) Brandon. After breakfast, they said their goodbyes and exited. Once they were in the Entrance Hall again, Brandon conjured a blindfold and slipped it snuggly over her eyes. She didn't mind too much, as long as his surprise was worth it.
Luckily, she had no reason to worry. When Brandon removed the blindfold (After what seemed like an hour but was only eight and a half minutes), Victoire was greeted by the sight of rose petals scattered all over a carpeted floor. Soft music was playing, candles were burning around the room (their vanilla scent mixed with the rose scent and pleasantly assaulted her nostrils), and Brandon was grinning.
No words were said, but Victoire had a decent idea of what was going on. Her suspicions were solidified when he began to lead her to a massive king-sized bed. It was decorated in silver sheets (which she later discovered to be silk), and featured several gold pillows. She allowed Brandon to continue guiding her towards the bed, though she was unsure about what she wanted. Was she sure that she wanted this right now? Was he the one that she wanted to give her most precious gift (in the words of her father) to?
Brandon stopped them upon arriving next to the bed. He began to kiss her, and she let him, though she still wasn't sure as to whether she wanted to go through with this. The kiss quickly got more fervent, leading to a loss of almost all clothing. It was only when he was completely naked, and she was bare but for her knickers, that she realized her feelings.
He was kissing her neck heatedly, sucking and biting (the hickeys would be a pain to hide in the morning), when she decided that this would go no further. She pushed at his chest, but, as seems to happen often in such situations, he wouldn't budge. It took several more shoves, but finally he rolled off her and graced her with a frown.
Victoire informed him that she wasn't ready for this, and Brandon quickly became enraged. He started to yell and tell her that she was leading him on, but she tuned him out. Her focus was on collecting her clothes and concealing her body. She desired to be here no longer. He was still ranting and raving when she reached the door and began to quietly open it. Only then did he notice that she was leaving, but he was too late. He couldn't well run after her in the nude, and by the time he was clothes, she was gone.