Hi again... Long time no see... I'm so sorry for not updating, but my computer was broken, so it's been in getting repaired, meaning I've not been able to update. I'm so sorry, but I'll update more often now! Anyway, here chapter 3 and the prompt is Breathless.

I slam her up against a wall, wanting more. Her head gives a loud thump followed by a swift but almost silent,

"Ow..." She moans quietly, her hand reaching behind her head, rubbing the spot where the wall and her head collided.

"You okay?" I whisper, breaking the strong silence of the house.

"Yeah, I suppose." She replied, her vivid blue eyes locking with mine, "Do you think anyone heard us?"

There's a pregnant pause, as we both listen intently for any movement, for any noise to echo around the burrow. Nothing. I sigh with relief,

"Nah, someone would be up by now if they had heard us." I say, etching closer, "You're breathe smells of Firewhisky." I comment, not even an inch away. My hands are placed on her slight hips, her back against the wall, her nimble chaser hands are wrapped round my neck.

"So does yours." She giggles slightly, "Good think I like Firewhisky." She smiles, her perfect white teeth cutting through the semi-darkness like a knife.

"I love Firewhisky." I say, closing the gap between us, resuming our passionate,desperate, loving kisses.

How can you love someone so much, but not know? How can you not realise what you wanted, what you needed until you finally have it? Could he stop this right now? Probably. Could he live without Dom after knowing this? No.

The answer was clean cut and simple. He couldn't go without Dom. But he couldn't lie to Victoire. Could he? No. He couldn't.

There kisses slow, and become more loving, his arms pulling her closer, her hands woven into his vibrant blue hair.

"I have to... go to... bed..." She says between kisses.

"No... you don't." He replied, more focussed on moving his lips around hers.

"Yes... I do." She pulled away after one final kiss, breathless, "You can guarantee the kids will wake me up at stupid o'clock for the annual game of family Quidditch." She says, rolling her eyes. I'm still close enough that I can smell her shocking Firewhisky breathe, that I can feel the warmth of her skin radiating onto me.

"Dom, mid-day isn't stupid o'clock." I say, giving a low chuckle. I've never known someone to hate mornings more than Dom- she wouldn't get out of bed till Dinner unless someone forced her to.

"It is when you've been kissing a hot guy until 3 in the morning!" She retorts, smirking, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly. I smile.

"Hot guy, eh?" I say, morphing into something that can only be described as god damn disgusting. Dom burst out laughing, so loudly that I was almost positive someone would wake up. I quickly slam my hand over her mouth and morph back to my usual blue-haired self, "Sorry." I said, removing my hand and kissing her. For a moment, I think we'll resume our snog-fest, but she ducks under my arm, which is stopping her from going up the stairs, kisses me swiftly on the lips and whispers,

"Night." Before padding up the stairs in a long tee-shirt

"Night." I say watching her go. When she's out of sight, I rest my head against the wall, banging in slightly, "Stupid." I say to myself. I stay there for a while, tangled in a cobweb of my own guilty thoughts, before tip-toeing up the stairs and into the room me and Vic are sharing. I climb into bed, wrapping my topless body in the warm duvet.

"Where 'ave you been?" Vic asks groggily, obviously still half asleep.

"Nowhere. Go back to sleep." I whisper, running my hand through her mane of blonde hair. She obliges, muttering something, but I'm not paying enough attention to notice.

All I can think about is the blonde angel sleeping directly above me.

I quickly grab my camera, and dart up the stairs silently. I find Ginny's old room, where Molly, Roxanne and Dom are sleeping. I tentatively enter.

Roxanne is asleep on the bed, with Molly asleep just by the door and Dom climbing into her sleeping bad.

"What are you doing here!?" She whisper, almost angry.

I click a picture. There she is, dressed in a tee-shirt that cover just what it needs to her long blonde halo of hair falling to the bottom of her ribs, one hand running though hair, pushing her fringe back. She putting all her weight on her left foot, giving me a typical Dom look, light streaming in from the hallway, giving just enough light for the picture to be clear enough to see.

"Taking a picture. Night." I say, turning away and closing the door.

"Night." She says, a wide smile on her lips. I look down at the camera, surveying the picture, you can't see where she is, or even Molly on the floor, just Dom and her posing. She looks like an angel. My angel.

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