[A/N: Thanks to the new subscribers and new favoriters~ Yes, the song I am using is the Luis Fonsi's Despacito featuring Justin Bieber. Don't ask me why I picked this song. It just fit the moment. Sorry if the make-out session seems a little unnatural, this is my first smut-ish chapter so please bear with me~ As always, please review and comment~]
Chapter 12
Saturday
Annabelle groaned softly as she felt her head throb and she stopped writing to lean back against her seat. She had been in the library for a few hours catching up on her class work ever since dinner ended and the library had long been empty of students. She let out a satisfied moan as she stretched her stiff back before she went back to writing the ridiculous essay Professor Wood had assigned to be due on Monday. She looked up at the ticking father clock at the corner and decided to call it quits for the night.
She gathers all her stuff and used magic to put all the book back in their proper shelves before leaving the quiet library. The corridors were completely empty and dark, saved for the strong October moon shining brightly in the night sky. She walked along that corridor towards the Gryffindor prefect dorm when she heard approaching footsteps. She wasn't worried because if it was a teacher, she would just say she was meeting with the Head Boy and Girl and was on her way back to her dorm. The footsteps got closer and she froze on the spot when the person appeared from behind the corner.
Her heart raced in her chest loudly. They haven't talked for days ever since that rather nasty argument during their prefect duties. What should she say? Nothing and let him pass like all those other days? Or act like nothing had happened? Annabelle forced her feet to move as Blaise walked down the corridor from the opposite direction. "Miss Black." He voice echoed in the hollow surrounding as he tilts his head politely towards her while walking passed her. Her heart twinged painfully in her chest as Blaise regarded her so formally rather than call her by the name all of her friends call her by.
Her mind screamed at her to call after him. Don't let this opportunity pass! "Blaise." Her voice echoed softly in the corridor as her feet stopped walking and turned to look at the figure who caught her attention since the moment they met on the train. The said Italian had come to a stop mid-stride and slowly turned to look at her. His dark eyes held a silent question and Annabelle was struggling to not run over to him for a hug. "I-I want to apologize..." Annabelle silently cursed at herself for stuttering. Why was she so nervous about? It's just a guy. It's not just any guy. The voice in her head said, annoyed.
Blaise raised an eyebrow and took a step towards her. He clearly wasn't expecting her to say that which kind of confuse Annabelle but now wasn't time to ask that question. "Apologize for what?" He asked, causing her to shiver a little. What shocked her the most was that what she was feeling, wasn't out of fear. Annabelle swallowed to quench her suddenly dry throat.
"Apologize for not believing you when you said Cormac wasn't what he seemed. If...If you weren't so persistent on making me see the truth, I probably would still be with Cormac right now...naive as ever." She said, the reality finally dawning on her and a heavy feeling filled her stomach. "I probably wouldn't see how incredibly manipulative and a liar he is." Her eyes started to sting as her eyes welled up. She thought she had gotten over that bastard but her heart still ached.
"Don't worry. I'm not holding you against that," Blaise said, looking indifferent. "McLaggen is a good liar and managed to fool many people." Annabelle stood there, slightly dazed but managed to nod. Honestly, she didn't think he would say that. Her heart seemed to hum with happiness in her chest. The urge to place her hand over her heart to get it to calm down was overwhelming but she prevailed. "So we're good?" Blaise asked with a kind smile on his face, a hopeful look in his eyes.
"Yeah, we're good," Annabelle said with a smile too, a heavy weight from her shoulders lifted.
Sunday
Annabelle sat on her bed with Hermione painting their nails, silently waiting for Daphne to finish examining her closet. The blonde was much calmer now since she had some fashionable clothes to look through to distract her for the time being. Annabelle told Daphne what happened with Lavender Brown the previous day with the help from Hermione, who was told by Draco. The blonde female nearly charged down the corridors to find Lavender if the other two hadn't stopped.
"You have a nice collection here Ann, but they aren't party material." Said girl looked at Daphne like she had gone crazy. The dresses in her closet were definitely party material. "What the hell are you talking about? These definitely are." The blonde shook her head. "Honey, I'm talking about a dress that flatters that fabulous body of yours." Annabelle snorted. She didn't think her average body was that fabulous. Daphne, on the other hand, had a body she envied. She was everything the word 'stunning' meant. Every guy in Hogwarts stared at her when she came into any room and she was envied by many girls. She knew many would kill to have that kind of body. Annabelle quickly shook her head of the negative thoughts. There was no point trying to make herself feel down when she had just recently gotten out of one.
"Oh, I have the perfect dress for you to borrow Ann, and you too, Mione." Annabelle watched as Hermione tried feebly to skip out on Daphne's offer but everybody knows: you don't refuse Daphne. Annabelle was baffled at how fast those two became so close. Those two had many similar things in common they just clicked and had been close ever since. "Come on, Ann. We need to go to my room and get you two presentable." The blonde Slytherin said with an obvious excitement about her. The two Gryffindors looked at each other with slight dread before they both were practically dragged from the Gryffindor prefect dorm.
The corridors were empty with students since it was Hogsmeade weekend and many were looking for the costumes to wear to the Halloween masquerade. Outside, the trees were littered with red, orange, and yellow leaves and ready to litter the green lawn in the brisk autumn weather. The sky was cloudy and devoided of any sun, a sign that it would rain soon yet again. It would be Hermione and Annabelle's first time at the Slytherin prefect dorm as they stopped in front of a painting in the rather dimly lit corridor. The painting was a male dressed in an Elizabethan era clothing and had a snobbish look on his porkish face which reminded Annabelle of Uncle Vernon. "Password?" Even his voice sounded snobbish in a nasally voice.
"Fortuna Major," Daphne said and the male bowed as the portal swung open. "Come on." The blonde female said as she stepped into the dorm. Annabelle stepped in after Hermione was immediately envious of the Slytherin prefect dorm. It looked very similar to the Gryffindor prefect dorm but had some many extravagant pieces of furniture. The black tiled floors and walls gleamed from the roaring fire. The expensive rug covered portions of the floor, giving it a mansion feel. "My room is this way," Daphne said, breaking her out of her trance. The two slowly followed to the blonde's room and was met with an even more glorious sight.
The room was surprisingly simple but if you looked closely at the furniture, nothing was simple. Off to the corner, sat a little bookstand with crystal sculptures that was undoubtedly made by goblins on display. The rug under the bed looked equally expensive as the one out in the sitting area. Off in the other corner sat a small white vanity table with a single picture frame of Daphne with her mother and little sister. "I like the simple things," Daphne said, noticing their shocked looks from the lack of decorum. "Unlike my sister who loves everything extravagant." The blonde said before she headed to her wardrobe and began looking through the many selections of clothes in her possessions. "Ah, here we are." She said, pulling out two black dresses and handed one to each.
"Ah, here we are." She said, pulling out two black dresses and handed one to each girl. "Why don't you both try them out? There's a bathroom behind that door right there." The blonde said pointing to a closed door. Annabelle decided to go in first and closed the door shut. As she slipped the dressed up, her eyes widened at the shortness of the dress. It barely covered her ass! And don't get started on the amount of cleavage showing! She shook her head and opened the door rather hastily.
"Are you crazy, Daph? I'm definitely not wearing this." Annabelle said, pointing to the long sleeved, burgundy colored deep v-neck lace dress with zipper in the back she had on. Daphne had a smug look and shook her head while Hermione had a nervous look on her face once she wondered how her dress was going to look. "Yes, you're going to wear this," Daphne said with a look of approval all over her face as she walked around in a circle to see her handiwork. "Yup, definitely. Now you can impress a certain someone that I know."
Annabelle rolled her eyes as she looked herself at the full mirror hanging on the wall, turning side to side to see all angles. She wasn't going to lie, the dress suited her. "I'm not going to impress anybody, Daph. In case you haven't forgotten, I just broke up with my boyfriend. I'm going to the dance just to have fun. Nothing else." Why did that sound so weird coming from her mouth?
As if Daphne read her mind, the blonde raised an eyebrow with a smirk on her lips. "Uh-huh, keep telling yourself that sweetie." Annabelle rolled her eyes as she felt a smile play with the corner of her lips. "Fine, I'll wear this. But I'm not making any promises." She said, finally giving in as she looked at the blonde from the mirror. Hermione then went into the bathroom to try out her dress while Annabelle changed into her clothes with a flick of her wand. All was silent in the dorm for about a minute when all the sudden there were sounds of loud gasps and squeals in excitement.
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"I don't know Harry. If you add those two ingredients, wouldn't they react badly together and cause the cauldron to explode?" Daphne asked her potion's partner. They were in the library studying after Daphne had helped her friends pick out a dress to wear to the party tonight. They were writing an essay about a specific potion that was banned and describe what could go wrong during the process of brewing the concoction. The dark haired male sighed and shook his head. "That's the thing that doesn't make since. Remember when we had to make Veritaserum in class a few weeks ago?" Daphne nodded, remembering the lesson vaguely. "These two ingredients were in the Veritaserum and the cauldrons didn't blow up. There had to be another ingredient to counteract it."
"These two ingredients were in the Veritaserum and the cauldrons didn't blow up. There had to be another ingredient to counteract it." Harry said and reached for an ingredient book while Daphne searched through another one. Lately, those two have been hanging around together in the library to study and Daphne didn't seem to mind. Anything is better than listening to that bitch Weaselette talk on and on. That was the reasons why they moved to the library from the Gryffindor prefect room. Weaselette was distracting them from their work and could hardly finish anything.
"So, are you coming to the party tonight?" Daphne asked Harry casually as she jotted down an important fact on parchment paper, keeping her eyes on the book she was reading. She heard Harry sigh rather heavily like he was dreading to answer as the sound of the quill scratching against parchment paper ceased. "Yeah." The blonde female looked at him with a raised eyebrow, all writing stopped. "You don't sound excited at all."
Harry gave the blonde female a small smile and sighed once again, leaning back against his chair. "I'm just so tired of all the arguing..." The blonde didn't have to guess what he was talking about. "Have you talked to her about it?" Daphne asked, putting down her quill to give the dark haired male her undivided attention. She could tell this was weighing on him, those green eyes that always seemed to suck her in every time she looked at them were dull from the mental exhaustion. "Believe me, I have. She just doesn't want to listen. She starts blaming me for everything even though I did nothing wrong and making me feel like utter shit for something I didn't do."
Frustration flashed in his green eyes and Daphne reached across the table to gently hold his hand. She licked her lower lip as she tried to think how she was going to say her next words. "Perhaps...you both need to take a break from each other to sort things out..." She said softly, hating how she felt a hint of hope that he would so she could spend more time with him. Even though the time they spent together was mostly used for studying, she couldn't help but feel happy every time he looked at her with those beautiful eyes. Get a grip Daph. He isn't that interested in you. All thoughts ceased as Harry looked at her from across the table, a small smile passed his lips as he gently squeezed her hand. Her heart fluttered in her chest, warming her up inside. "Thanks, Daph I-" He was cut off when the library doors swung open and a certain red-head came in.
"There you are, Harry! I've been looking everywhere for you!" Daphne didn't miss the glare pointed at her and she couldn't help but roll her eyes. Honestly, couldn't she be any more annoying? Apparently, Harry thought the same thing and heard him sigh heavily once again. "What do you want, Gin?" He said with a slight dread as he looked up at his girlfriend. Weaselette gave him an 'are you serious" look and made a jab at the grandfather clock that was resting against the wall next to the entrance.
"You promised me that we would go costume shopping today. Don't you remember?" Weaselette snapped in annoyance, clearly not bothered that she was talking very loudly in the library and attracting attention from the other students in the library. "Clearly not." Daphne heard Harry mumble so low, only she could and the blonde had to bite her lower lip from laughing as he started gathering his stuff together. "Alright. I'll be ready in a minute Gin. I just need to drop my stuff in the dorm and we'll head out." He said and placed a fleeting kiss on Weaselette's lips before leaving with his book bag.
Daphne felt sad that their little study time ended so soon as she stood up to gather all her books together. There will always be tomorrow. She had a small smile on her lips as she reached for the book Harry was using when another hand slammed down on it. "Stay away from my boyfriend, bitch." She heard Weaselette hissed in a menacing way, but she wasn't scared. Daphne simply yanked the book from under the redhead's hand and gave her a cold look. "I'm not doing anything wrong Weaselette. Just comforting a friend"
Daphne took pleasure in seeing Weaselette's face turn an ugly red. "Don't lie to me you bitch! I know what you're doing. You're going to fill his mind with lies and turn him against me." Weaselette practically screamed out. Daphne let out a laugh at how absurd that sounded. "As much as I hate to disappoint you Weaselette, you're doing a splendid job of it all by yourself." Weaselette let out a shrill 'What?!' when Harry conveniently came back into the library.
"What the hell is going on here?" Harry asked, confusion all over his face as he walked over to the two females. Weaselette's face immediately changed to a scared look with a hint of tears in her eyes as she ran over to Harry. "Babe, she tried to threaten me." Daphne had to give it to her, the Weaselette even made her voice waver to sell her story out.
Daphe just rolled her eyes and lifted her book bag on her shoulder. "Save it Weaselette. No one believes your crackpot story." With that, she turned around and left, not staying to see if the dark haired male believed his crazy girlfriend or not.
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Annabelle took a few deep breaths before knocking on the painting a few times despite how that annoyed the Slytherin common room portrait. Her hair was curly now and cascaded down her back. The dress had a large opening in the back which felt odd to her every time there was a slight brush of wind. She wore black strappy high heels with zippers on the back. A minute later, the portal opened and Draco peeked out to see who it was with the sound of music streaming out from the opening. The blonde smiled once he realized who it was. "Thanks for coming, Ann. The party has just started."
Annabelle smiled as she stepped through the opening and let the portrait swing back shut. The dorm was already packed with mostly those of the greenhouse but a lot were from the other houses. Off to the side were tables for beverage and snacks. All the furniture had been pushed to the side to give room for the makeshift dance floor. "Ann!" She turned around when she heard someone call her name. She saw Daphne who was standing next to Hermione, waving her over to them. "You Slytherins know how to throw a good party." She said with a smile as she made it over to them. Daphne chuckled as she linked their arm together. "Of course we do. We would be so bored if we didn't have a little party now and then." The three girls laughed as the sound of loud music began.
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The song ended once again and another song quickly replaced it. Another cheer came from the dance floor as some left while more came to take their place. "Why don't you ask him for a dance?" Daphne asked Annabelle. They were at the refreshments table, taking a break from dancing as they drank the alcoholic beverage provided. Annabelle didn't have to ask who the blonde was talking about. She scoffed as she drank out of her red party cup, feeling the liquid burn down her throat. "I don't think he wants to dance with me." Daphne gave her an 'are you serious' look and tutted. "Go ask him for a dance. I didn't give you this dress just to look sexy tonight to only have my efforts wasted because you're too chicken to ask a guy for a dance."
Annabelle gave the blonde a side look before finally relenting to the pleaded look in those blue eyes. "Alright alright, I'll ask him for a dance." Daphne had a satisfied smirk on her face, making Annabelle shake her head with amusement as she drank the remaining drops of her drink. She gathered up all her Gryffindor courage and made her way over to the couch where Blaise was talking to Theodore Nott, her heart racing. "Excuse me, gentlemen." She said after she cleared her throat a little, getting both men to look up at her with curiosity. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything but I was hoping if Blaise would like to dance with me."
Fuck, was that too formal? Oh, Merlin, I must look like a fool right now! Annabelle felt her face heat up in embarrassment, wanting to crawl under something and never come out. "I would love to." Her eyes widened once she heard Blaise say that as she looked at him in shock. An amused look appeared on his face as he stood up. God damn it, why must he look so sexy in that? Annabelle cursed to herself as she was able to catch a full glimpse of the Italian. He looked amazing in that tan colored slacks with the navy blue button up shirt. She wasn't able to fully admire him some more because he grabbed her hand and led her into the dance floor before she even had time to process what was going on.
By the time they had come to stop in the midst of the dancing bodies, the song came to an end and Luis Fonsi's Despacito came on the speakers.
Come on over in my direction
So thankful for that, it's such a blessin', yeah
Turn every situation into Heaven, yeah
Oh, you are
My sunrise on the darkest day
Got me feelin' some kind of way
Make me wanna savor every moment slowly, slowly
You fit me, tailor-made love, how you put it on
Got the only key, know how to turn it on
The way you nibble on my ear, the only words I wanna hear
Baby take it slow so we can last long
Annabelle felt her breath hitch in her throat as he pulled her up against his body, her hand pressed on his stomach to stop from crashing against him. She felt she could barely breathe as she looked into those intense chocolate orbs, realizing how devilishly handsome he looked with the low lighting casting shadows on his face. She couldn't ignore the fact that she could feel his well-defined muscles from over his shirt and had a sudden wanting to feel them with her fingertips. The smell of his expensive cologne wasn't helping with the urge either. In fact, it just made the imaginations in her head more provocative.
She didn't notice the smirk that appeared on the Italian's face before he leaned over to talk in her ear. "Do you trust me?" Annabelle didn't know what to do. Did she trust him? One can only say but with everything that has happened from the start of the school year till now? She knew she was in good hands. She gave him a small nod, not trusting her voice to say anything at the moment. Blaise gave her smile that seemed to melt her body on the spot and before she knew it, she was turned around and a hand wrapped around her waist from behind as she was pressed against a warm body.
Oh, tú, tú eres el imán y yo soy el metal
Me voy acercando y voy armando el plan
Sólo con pensarlo se acelera el pulso
Oh, yeah
Ya, ya me está gustando más de lo normal
Todos mis sentidos van pidiendo más
Esto hay que tomarlo sin ningún apuro
Annabelle felt her face flush even more as she felt those hips behind her move to the slow beat of the song. Her eyes fluttered shut, feeling her body yearn to move with that tantalizing body behind her but, could she? Could she give herself to the thrawls of harmless dancing with a guy for one night? Of course, she could and she wasn't going to let the opportunity pass up. Annabelle bit her lower lip, suddenly feeling shy as her hips started moving along with the body behind her. She shuddered slightly as she felt Blaise press her closer against his body, feeling his warm breath brush against her neck as their body started grinding against each other.
Despacito
Quiero respirar tu cuello despacito
Deja que te diga cosas al oído
Para que te acuerdes si no estás conmigo
Despacito
Quiero desnudarte a besos despacito
Firmo en las paredes due tu laberinto
Y hacer de tu cuerpo todo un manuscrito
(Sube, sube, sube, sube, sube)
Quiero ver bailar tu pelo
Quiero ser tu ritmo
Que le enseñes a mi boca
Tus lugares favoritos
(Favorito, favorito, baby)
Déjame sobrepasar tus zonas de peligro
Hasta provocar tus gritos
Y que olvides tu apellido
Annabelle let her head roll to the side as they danced together sensually, hips dipping, swaying, and grinding together. Her hand reached up to cup the back of his head, feeling his dark locks under her fingers. She let out a soft sigh as she felt his nose buried against her neck, taking in her perfume as their bodies seemed to mold together. The heat from his hand resting on her stomach seemed to burn through the fabric of her dress but she didn't seem to mind. In fact, it just made the reality of the situation more real with his cologne taking over her senses.
Si te pido un beso, ven, dámelo
Yo sé que estás pensándolo
Llevo tiempo intentándolo
Mami, esto es dando y dándolo
Sabes que tu corazón conmigo te hace bom bom
Sabes que esa beba está buscando de mi bom bom
Ven, prueba de mi boca para ver cómo te sabe
Quiero, quiero, quiero ver cuánto amor a ti te cabe
Yo no tengo prisa, yo me quiero dar el viaje
Empecemos lento, después salvaje
Pasito a pasito, suave suavecito
Nos vamos pegando, poquito a poquito
Cuando tú me besas con esa destreza
Veo que eres malicia con delicadeza
Pasito a pasito, suave suavecito
Nos vamos pegando, poquito a poquito
Y es que esa belleza es un rompecabezas
Pero pa' montarlo aquí tengo la pieza
¡Oye!
Despacito
Quiero respirar tu cuello despacito
Deja que te diga cosas al oído
Para que te acuerdes si no estás conmigo
Despacito
Quiero desnudarte a besos despacito
Firmo en las paredes de tu laberinto
Y hacer de tu cuerpo todo un manuscrito
(Sube, sube, sube, sube, sube)
Quiero ver bailar tu pelo
Quiero ser tu ritmo
Que le enseñes a mi boca
Tus lugares favoritos
(Favorito, favorito, baby)
Déjame sobrepasar tus zonas de peligro
Hasta provocar tus gritos
Y que olvides tu apellido
Despacito
This is how we do it down in Puerto Rico
I just wanna hear you screaming, "¡Ay, Bendito!"
I can move forever se quede contigo
¡Bailalo!
Pasito a pasito, suave suavecito
Nos vamos pegando, poquito a poquito
Que le enseñes a mi boca
Tus lugares favoritos
(Favorito, favorito, baby)
Pasito a pasito, suave suavecito
Nos vamos pegando, poquito a poquito
Hasta provocar tus gritos
Y que olvides tu apellido
Despacito
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"I thought Harry said he was going to come tonight," Hermione said with a slight frown on her face. The party had finally ended and clumps of students left one by one to their respective houses. Annabelle didn't have an answer for the brunette. "I don't know. I'll ask him tomorrow before breakfast." She prompted as the last clumps of students left, leaving the common room strangely quiet. "I think it's about time we turn in for the night," Draco said with Hermione press against his side. The rest agreed and they walked down the corridor together at a slow pace.
Once they reached the upper floor, they split, well Annabelle just split from the group. She walked by herself only for a little bit before she heard her name get called from behind her. She turned to see Blaise jogging up to her. "Do you mind if I walk with you to your dorm?" He asked once he came up to a stop next to her. Annabelle felt her cheeks burn as the images of what happened not long ago flashed through her mind. She quickly smiled and shook her head. "Nope, I don't mind at all."
They easily slipped into a conversation as they leisurely walked down the corridor, no real hurry to get anywhere. Annabelle found herself laughing at one of his jokes and noticed how comfortable she was around him, more so then with all her other friends. She noticed how everytime she was in a room, she always tried to look around the room to see his face. It always relieved this weird ache in her heart and it never goes away until he was close. He was always on her mind. "Well, here we are." His voice broke her out of her little zone and noticed that they have arrived at the Gryffindor prefect dorm. She pouted to herself, not wanting their rather nice conversation end.
"Well, thank you for escorting me. Good night Blaise." She said with a smile, albeit, not as genuine as before. She walked towards the painting and was about to say the password when she felt a hand grab hers. Annabelle gasped as she was suddenly turned around and familiar lips crashed against her's. Just like the first time, she froze but only for a second, letting him take her breath away. He tasted like exotic spices with a hint of something only Blaise could have. She couldn't help but move her lips with his. She shuddered slightly as she heard him groan against her lips before he quickly pulled away.
"I'm sorry..." Annabelle was shocked when Blaise mumbled an apology, his eyes closed as if he savoring every moment before she was going to slap his across the face like the last time. Why does he need to apologize? I wanted this too. "Don't be...I-I wanted this too..." The look on Blaise's face was priceless when he looked at her. "A-Are you serious? You really wanted this?" Annabelle chuckled at his reaction and nods. "Yes." Blaise had a big smile on his face before he captured her lips again. This time it wasn't so hard but it was still intense. Annabelle's head was swimming as their lips danced, feeling her face heat up. She gasped against his lips as she was backed up against the nearest wall, his arms blocking her in with his hands gripping her waist tightly. He took the opportunity to slide his tongue in her mouth, making her moan softly before he pulled away again.
His eyes seemed to glitter from the dimly lit corridor as they both panted slightly. "You have no idea how much I wanted to do that all night." He said softly as he gently caressed her slightly swollen lips. Annabelle stayed silent as she basked in the intense moment, her heart still racing a mile a minute in her chest. Blaise then licked his lips as he tried to figure out how to say his next words. "Do you remember what I said to you during our patrol all those weeks ago?" He asked softly. Annabelle was about to ask what moment he was referring to when she remembered what he was talking about. "Yeah...you said you were in love with me." She whispered.
Blaise smiled softly and he pulled her in for a hug. Annabelle gently wrapped her arms around his waist as she inhaled his cologne, enjoying how good he felt in her arms. "I meant those words. Every last one of them. I love you, Annabelle. All I'm asking is for you to give me a chance. I'm not like McLaggen. I would never cheat on you. I would never be with you just for your money. I-" Annabelle heard enough as she pulled back slightly and kissed him sweetly to make him stop. She slowly pulled away and looked into his chocolate eyes. "I believe you, Blaise. I know you're not Cormac. You're nothing like him. But I'm...scared...Not because of you but...because I'm scared of falling in love again..."
Annabelle felt bad for saying it, but it was every bit the truth. She was scared of love. She was scared that the same thing will happen again even though she knew Blaise was different from Cormac. She felt tears form in her eye once she realized how messed up she really was. Damn you Cormac! She blinked as she felt warm fingers caress her cheek and she looked up at Blaise to see a soft smile on his lips, understanding in his eyes. "We can go as slow as you want. I promise. I'll never hurt you." He mumbled before he gently cupped her cheek and kisses her softly.
It seemed like all her worries were washed away with just that one kiss. She felt at peace as he pulled away once again. He peppered her lips with small kisses, making her laugh softly as she gently cupped his waist. "You should get back into your dorm. I bet Harry is worried about you." He said softly, though he never stopped with his teasing kisses. She hummed as she got one last peck on the lips before pulling away from him. She had a big smile on her face as she slowly back away towards the portrait portal. "Good night Blaise." She turned around and whispered the password before disappearing inside, giving the Italian one last smile before the door closed.
Next chapter: How will their friends and family think about this new relationship? Stay tuned for the next chapter~
