It was a chaste kiss, only meant to show compassion, but it lit me on fire. It was not like Ron, it was not sloppy or wet but it was simply nice. He pulled away and caressed my neck. He looked at me with such kindness, it made my knees weak. He pulled out a box from his pocket and from it, he pulled out a ring. It was just a gold band. Nothing flashy or sparkly, but the gold was beautiful and pure. He slipped it on my ring finger and kissed my hand. "We will make it through this. When do you want to tie the knot?" He asked, a smile on his face.
"Tonight."
"Tonight? Don't you think that that is a bit soon?" He asked, looking confused yet pleased at the same time "We're going to have to do it anyways, might as well be tonight."
"This isn't because of Ron, is it?"
"To be honest, of course it is. I need to show him that I'm still strong and going, that he hasn't ruined my life."
"You want revenge, and that's reasonable. I would like to see the dunderhead's face when he sees us together."
After we get married, would you accompany me to the Weasley's Sunday dinner?"
"Of course I will."
We smiled at eachother before talking about our plans for that night. It wouldn't be a large affair, hardly an affair at all. We would pull a witness off the street and get married quickly because neither of us had family left alive.
After the wedding, we retired to his quarters. We were both a little tipsy, for we had gone out to a pub right after. I flopped onto the couch and sighed, already exhausted. "Tell me something professor."
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"Do you like me?" "Of course I like you"
"But what do you like?" He sat down next to me. "Well, I have always admired your intelligence and your search for truth. You never stopped believing I was on your side, even when I was headmaster. Your courage has always shone far above those b oys you call friends."
I felt so happy at his words. I had not noticed how close we had gotten, nor how his hands were placed on either side of me. I leaned my head back, exposing my neck as I stretched. When I looked back up, the professor was even closer than before, and there was a shimmer to his eye that was both alluring and frightening. I squirmed under his gaze. He seemed to realize how uncomfortable I was and stepped back. He took a breath and looked at me once more. The shimmer in his eyes was gone and he looked at me confusedly. I was disappointed that he moved and I suddenly felt cold.
"Have you…?"
I shook my head and he looked down at his feet. "Have you?" I asked "Once, a long, long time ago."
He looked so unsure in that moment, and I felt courage that I had not felt since the day on the top of the astronomy tower. I leaned forward slowely and captured his lips in mine. He kissed back for a couple of seconds, before pulling away. Rejection coarsed through my veins. I felt so stupid. Then I felt hands on my chin.
"Miss Granger, you are drunk."
"So?" I said, "I'm only a little tipsy."
"Well, let's retire to the bedroom. We can do this when you are more able to make a decision."
I looked at him pleadingly. He shook his head and walked away, but I snuck up behind him and wrapped my arms around him. He stopped moving immediately. I felt his entire body stiffen. Suddenly I was pressed up against the wall in a whirl of black. His face was inches from mine.
"I am starting to lose my self-control Miss Granger."
He was looking at me with the same intensity as before. I noticed that our bodies were pressed together, so I moved my hips in small circles. He growled and I raised my chin defiantly, not that it did much.
He attacked my lips, pulling and tugging, while working his hands under my clothes. It felt so good to be touched. I lost myself in all the sensations. He picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. He set me on the bed and climbed on top of me, his arms and legs on either side of me. I raised my hips to meet his, but he pushed my stomach down.
"Do you trust me?" he asked.
"Obviously." I said, trying yet again to bring our bodies closer.
"Do you trust me?" He asked with force.
"With my life." I said, and he began.
"Tonight."
"Tonight? Don't you think that that is a bit soon?" He asked, looking confused yet pleased at the same time "We're going to have to do it anyways, might as well be tonight."
"This isn't because of Ron, is it?"
"To be honest, of course it is. I need to show him that I'm still strong and going, that he hasn't ruined my life."
"You want revenge, and that's reasonable. I would like to see the dunderhead's face when he sees us together."
After we get married, would you accompany me to the Weasley's Sunday dinner?"
"Of course I will."
We smiled at eachother before talking about our plans for that night. It wouldn't be a large affair, hardly an affair at all. We would pull a witness off the street and get married quickly because neither of us had family left alive.
After the wedding, we retired to his quarters. We were both a little tipsy, for we had gone out to a pub right after. I flopped onto the couch and sighed, already exhausted. "Tell me something professor."
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"Do you like me?" "Of course I like you"
"But what do you like?" He sat down next to me. "Well, I have always admired your intelligence and your search for truth. You never stopped believing I was on your side, even when I was headmaster. Your courage has always shone far above those b oys you call friends."
I felt so happy at his words. I had not noticed how close we had gotten, nor how his hands were placed on either side of me. I leaned my head back, exposing my neck as I stretched. When I looked back up, the professor was even closer than before, and there was a shimmer to his eye that was both alluring and frightening. I squirmed under his gaze. He seemed to realize how uncomfortable I was and stepped back. He took a breath and looked at me once more. The shimmer in his eyes was gone and he looked at me confusedly. I was disappointed that he moved and I suddenly felt cold.
"Have you…?"
I shook my head and he looked down at his feet. "Have you?" I asked "Once, a long, long time ago."
He looked so unsure in that moment, and I felt courage that I had not felt since the day on the top of the astronomy tower. I leaned forward slowely and captured his lips in mine. He kissed back for a couple of seconds, before pulling away. Rejection coarsed through my veins. I felt so stupid. Then I felt hands on my chin.
"Miss Granger, you are drunk."
"So?" I said, "I'm only a little tipsy."
"Well, let's retire to the bedroom. We can do this when you are more able to make a decision."
I looked at him pleadingly. He shook his head and walked away, but I snuck up behind him and wrapped my arms around him. He stopped moving immediately. I felt his entire body stiffen. Suddenly I was pressed up against the wall in a whirl of black. His face was inches from mine.
"I am starting to lose my self-control Miss Granger."
He was looking at me with the same intensity as before. I noticed that our bodies were pressed together, so I moved my hips in small circles. He growled and I raised my chin defiantly, not that it did much.
He attacked my lips, pulling and tugging, while working his hands under my clothes. It felt so good to be touched. I lost myself in all the sensations. He picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. He set me on the bed and climbed on top of me, his arms and legs on either side of me. I raised my hips to meet his, but he pushed my stomach down.
"Do you trust me?" he asked.
"Obviously." I said, trying yet again to bring our bodies closer.
"Do you trust me?" He asked with force.
"With my life." I said, and he began.