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Summary: It is the one thing that keeps them safe.
A Ring On Her Finger
She kisses you and you can feel her lies as she opens her mouth. You kiss back. It's hot, wet and abominable. You want to push her away, but she pulls you forward.
Her eyes are hooded when she looks at you after. You've finally extricated yourself from her claw like grip. Your breathing is erratic and so is hers.
You feel like prey and that's exactly what you are.
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Fingers run up your arm and her nails are scraping against your skin. You don't look down. You know that you'll see a trail of smarting red lines if you do. You want to flinch away, and you've done it before, but it always seems to end up worse when you do. She can always make you feel worse.
A second hand pulls out your carefully tucked in school shirt and you can feel her palm sliding against the smooth skin of your stomach. She leans against you now and you can feel the slim cool smile of her lips against your neck.
"Don't," you say. There's fear in the single syllable.
She looks up at you. "You owe me this," she tells you.
You owe her nothing.
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Her father looks down at you and you cringe as you feel his disapproval wash over you. You know that this was never meant to happen. You know that it was never meant to be your child growing inside her.
Her father is unsmiling and she sits by the window unworried and unconcerned. She's staring out the window, the plain ring on her left hand glints. You know it's not as elaborate as she would have wished, but it serves her purposes well enough.
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The baby cries and you hate the sound. The wife that sleeps next to you does not wake. She never does. You always get up and tend to the child that has shining blonde hair not belonging to either of your families.
You are the one thing that keeps them both safe. She knows that you won't leave her. Your grandmother would never allow you to do such a dishonourable thing.
You want to leave her. You want to leave her with the squalling baby that is not yours.
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It's raining and you are suprised by the curse.
You never thought that she would be the one to kill you, although you've been dying slowly since the moment she first kissed you.
The last thing you see is her, with her wand out, and a blonde man standing behind her with a little boy in his arms.
They make a handsome family.