Serena POV
Two weeks later
Walking the streets of Paris at night has always been beautiful, but tonight, my last night before the school term begins; it feels magical. I strut to the end of my long driveway just to enjoy the walk to the black limo outside as lights flash capturing my outing. My mother's fame has turned into me being just as newsworthy due to my high-profile acquaintances. Out of all of the people I know, I can say the only two people I trust with my inner thoughts are Fleur Delacour and Nathan Lorant. Let me clarify my relationship with Nathan. The tabloids have made him out to be a conceited bad boy, but that is just so he has an appeal to younger witches and wizards. He is actually one of the sweetest boys I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. Another thing to clarify? We're not in love. Our relationship is mostly for the tabloids, but we do love each other as friends. We rely on each other.
Flashes of cameras distract my thoughts and I put on my most dazzling smile and pose seductively for the photographers shouting at me to turn to the left, right, and show off the dress I'm wearing.
"Serena! You look si magnifique(so magnificent)! Qui portez-vous(who are you wearing)?" Questions keeping coming at me from all sides as I wave and smile showing off the silky, emerald green dress that barely covers me. It's an off the shoulder, three quarter sleeve dress that barely meets mid-thigh with cut outs on both sides from the side of my chest to my hip. With a charm, it's firmly in place so it doesn't rise while I'm dancing and its deep back meets just above the small of my back leaving my back exposed to show off my physique. My hair is pulled back in a high ponytail letting my hair touch just between my shoulder blades so I can show off the black velvet choker I have on. My double piercings in my ears have diamond studs adorning them and my two helix piercings in my left ear have silver hoops in them. Paired with a smoky eye and bold lip, I'm sure to be all the town can talk about tomorrow.
Sliding into the limo, I'm met with the deep brown eyes of my boyfriend as our lips meet in a passionate kiss that will likely be on the front page in the morning. Once I hear the door close behind me, I pull away and am relieved I remembered to charm my lips so my lipstick won't go anywhere.
"Bonjour, mon amour," he purrs at me and I roll my eyes.
"Bonjour, Nathan," I say smugly as I lean in for another kiss, this time to satisfy my own desire rather than the paparazzi. He hums in appreciation against my lips as I straddle his waist and run my hands up to his shoulders. After snogging him for a few moments, I find his hands on my thighs and decide to stop teasing him. I pull back and offer him a smug smirk as one is returned to me before I pull back to grab some champagne from the stash in the limo. Passing him a glass that's halfway full, I quickly sip the glass I poured for myself that's almost overflowing with the bubbly drink. Gulping until the glass is empty, I pour some more for myself as I see Nathan looking at me with a look of concern. Placing the champagne bottle down, I take the glass of bubbly in my right hand and hold up my left finger in his face to shake it back and forth.
"Do not look at me in that way, Nathan. If I want to drink, I will drink because we are celebrating our last night of freedom before I go to Hogwarts," I say in a stern tone. With a sigh, he takes my hand in his and places it against his chest.
"I am not looking at you in any way,belle (beautiful)," he says in a soft tone. "I just don't want you to, how do you say it? Vous mettre en danger (Put yourself in danger)by drinking too much." With a soft smile, I take another sip of my champagne, but in a small quantity this time. I slide off of his lap and sit next to him as I fidget with my dresses' hem even though I know it won't go anywhere with my charm on it.
"You don't have to pretend to be a caring boyfriend. No one can see us," I whisper moodily. With a huff, he raises my chin to look at him with his hand not holding his glass.
"I do not have to pretend to care about you, amoureuse (sweetheart). This relationship may be fake, but you have become one of my closest confidants over the past few months. I will always care about you and je vous aimerai toujours (I will always love you)," he says releasing my face to grab my hand affectionately.
"Je t'aimerai toujours aussi, mon ami(I will always love you too, my friend)," I say before kissing his cheek affectionately. The limo stops and we find ourselves right in front of the hottest nightclub around right now, La Lune. I let out a squeal hearing the deep bass of the music inside and look to Nathan in excitement who only smiles at me. I have always loved dancing and the fluidity of my body moving to the music. Nathan gets out of the limo and jogs to the other side of the limo to open my door.
I take a moment to appreciate his appearance as I get out of the limo with my hand in his. He wears a navy-blue button up with black slacks and dress shoes. His short hair is styled so it's swept to the right in the front of his head. My strappy, black heels meet the pavement and I'm pulled into a passionate kiss that makes me smile against his lips. The paparazzi eats it up and the flashes are almost blinding so I focus on Nathan's hand on my hip as he hugs me to his side. He smiles and waves and I just stare up at him smiling for a few moments before posing and waving with him.
"Serena! Serena! Pose for me, belle," a photographer yells at me. I move from Nathan's side for a moment and pose for him looking at his camera over the shoulder before smiling and going to walk back to a smirking Nathan when I feel a hand around my waist. I see Nathan's face harden as he makes wide strides to get to me as the photographer gropes at my waist and ass as I struggle against him. Nathan shoves him off of me roughly with a glare and pulls me to his side before we make our way inside the front doors of the club. Nathan's arm stays around me like a steel bar until we are safely inside the club. We make our way through the grinding bodies up the stairs to the VIP section as the music blasts and the technicolor lights highlight the dance moves of many teenagers around us.
Once we make it through the door to the VIP lounge that oversees the dance floor below us, Nathan finally releases me to spin me to look him in the eyes. His hands cup my face as I feel tears watering up in my eyes from the humiliation of that guy groping me.
"Are you okay, mon amour?" I nod my head and he gives me a kiss on the forehead. Neither of us see the photographer that snuck past security who snapped the photo of our sentimental moment.
The rest of the night goes smoothly between sitting and drinking in the VIP lounge and dancing in the crowd of teens. Our crew consists of me, Nathan, and some male models he has been working with. I always surround myself with boys because they're more adapt at protecting me, but many of the tabloids have me pegged as someone who gets around. I personally don't care since I know the truth as well as those close to me, but it's definitely nice having so many good-looking blokes around me. I only dance with Nathan, but as the many drinks find their way to my head, I can feel the music throughout my entire body.
I pull away from Nathan a little and sway my hips seductively as I send him a wanton look as my hand makes my way down my body. Him, many drinks in as well, licks his lips as he moves to the beat. I can see some teenagers pulling out their phones to record my dancing so I do what I do best; I put on a show. Walking a short way to the pole in the center of the dance floor, I see Nathan and the boys following to make sure they can intervene if I need any protection. I smile appreciately at them before circling the pole with my arm extended. Sliding my thigh around the pole, I sweep back and let my head fall back slowly as my hand slides down the pole. Snapping my head back up, I press my cheek close to the pole and hoist my other leg around the pole and find myself in a slow turn before gracefully swinging down. I turn and raise my right hand above me to grab the pole and slide down until I'm in a seductive crouch while keeping my eyes locked on Nathan's.
Leaning forward onto my hands and knees, I hear boys all around me hooting and hollering obscene sentences, but I focus on Nathan. Crawling to him, I see him stare at me longingly before I sit back on my feet, still crouched down in front of him in a suggestive way. He reaches his hand out to grasp mine. He turns me so my back is to his legs before I start to slowly stand with my upper body leaning forward. I sway my hips back and forth as his hand reaches for my stomach to pull me flush against him so I snap my upper body back and let my head turn to look at him as he leans down and presses a needy kiss to my waiting lips. Pulling away from the kiss, I hear cheering and blush slightly as I curtsey to all of the dancers around me who just watched my performance.
Later that night when I'm in bed, I let my body melt into the sheets of my Queen-sized bed and huff a sigh as I can feel my head starting to throb. I will surely need some potions to fight the hangover I will be sporting. Tonight, I conquered a dance floor, tomorrow I conquer Hogwarts and meeting my father.