Holly awoke the next morning wrapped in a warm, firm embrace. Before she even opened her eyes, she breathed in the distinctively alluring, masculine scent of Kol. Just his scent alone had the power to ignite a fire deep inside her, a smoldering desire that seemed impossible to extinguish. This morning, though, something else stirred her senses—something pressing insistently against her thigh. It didn't take much imagination to figure out what it was.

She couldn't help but smile to herself. Yesterday, she'd inspected Kol's body, her fingers tracing the hard contours of his chest, back, and ass, thoroughly impressed. He had passed her silent test with flying colors. But this morning, it seemed, he had set a new standard. There was no scale that could accurately measure the undeniable hardness pressing into her.

Not entirely sure of her next move, Holly shifted slightly, adjusting her body so that Kol's arousal nudged exactly where she wanted it—against the heat of her core. A blush crept up her cheeks as she felt the delicious friction, knowing full well that Kol was still fast asleep. A part of her felt like a bit of a voyeur, using him this way, but another part of her—bolder, needier—couldn't stop. Besides, she was fairly confident Kol wouldn't mind waking up like this.

She began to move gently against him, her body humming with arousal, and the wetness between her thighs only deepened the intensity of the sensation. A soft moan slipped from her lips as pleasure started to flood her senses. Suddenly, the arm wrapped around her tightened, pulling her flush against Kol's firm chest. Without warning, he lifted her leg to hook around his hip, giving her even better access.

His lips brushed her ear, his voice a low, teasing whisper that sent a shiver down her spine. "Using me while I'm asleep, are we? Naughty girl. I love it."

Holly could only respond with a breathy moan, her movements quickening as Kol, now fully awake, began thrusting against her in return. The feeling of his growing need, his body dominating hers, sent her spiraling further into pleasure. His lips found hers in a passionate kiss, stifling her soft cries as his hips ground harder against her. The kiss was possessive, demanding, and she melted beneath the weight of his control.

Kol, sensing her rising need, shifted their positions with fluid grace. He pinned her on her back, hovering above her, his dark eyes alight with a mixture of desire and mischief. He reached beneath her, pulling a pillow under her hips to tilt her just the right way, before pushing her camisole down, revealing her breasts to the cool morning air. Without hesitation, he dipped his head, his lips closing around one pert nipple while his hand expertly teased the other.

Holly moaned his name, her back arching as the sensation sent jolts of pleasure through her. "Kol… more…"

He responded with a low, wicked chuckle, lifting his head just enough to flash her a grin. "Who am I to deny a queen her request?"

His lips crashed against hers in a fierce kiss, swallowing her gasps as his hand slipped between her legs. He pulled her soaked panties down, tossing them aside before lowering his mouth to her sensitive clit. The sensation of his rough stubble against her tender skin sent sparks flying behind her eyelids, her breath catching in her throat as his tongue flicked over the delicate bud.

"Kol!" Holly gasped, her fingers clutching the sheets as her hips bucked towards him. "Please… harder…"

Kol was only too happy to oblige. His mouth worked her clit with relentless precision, his fingers thrusting deep inside her slick heat. He moved his head side to side, scraping her skin in the most delicious ways, his tongue dancing over her in a maddening rhythm. At the same time, his free hand slid down to his own aching cock, stroking himself in time with his thrusts into her.

The sounds of Holly's breathy moans, her pleading whimpers, were driving him wild. He couldn't hold back any longer. Tossing his pants aside, he positioned himself over her, his hands pinning her wrists above her head as his hard length slapped against her swollen clit.

Holly's eyes flew open at the first tantalizing contact. Kol's cock, large and pulsing with need, hovered just above her entrance, teasing her with each deliberate stroke. Her body trembled beneath him, so close to the edge she could hardly breathe.

With a final, powerful slap, she shattered, her orgasm crashing through her with an intensity that left her breathless. She cried out his name as she squirted her release over him, her body trembling uncontrollably. Kol groaned in response, dipping his head to lick up every drop of her release, stroking himself to satisfying end, sending him also spiraling into wave of pleasure.

Spent and utterly satisfied, Holly collapsed back against the pillows, her body tingling with the aftershocks of her climax. Kol, equally breathless but far from bothered by the mess they had made, crawled up beside her, wrapping her in his arms and pressing a kiss to her lips, letting her taste herself on his tongue.

"Now that's a wake-up call I could get used to," Kol murmured with a smirk. "Feel free to wake me up like that anytime."

Holly chuckled, still dazed. "Maybe next time I'd like to be the one waking up?"

Kol grinned. "That can be arranged, darling."

As they lay together, basking in the warmth of each other's presence, Kol couldn't help but feel lighter than he had in centuries. For the first time in a thousand years, he felt… free. It was as if, with Holly by his side, the world's weight had lifted, and he could finally breathe again. He had spent centuries scoffing at the notion of love, mocking those who fell victim to its intoxicating grip. But now, as he gazed at Holly, he realized he had become one of them. A love-struck fool—and he didn't mind one bit.

Their quiet moment was interrupted by the loud grumble of Holly's stomach, causing them both to break into laughter.

"Breakfast, it is," Kol said, kissing her forehead. "Go take a shower, and I'll order something for us."

Holly gave him a quick kiss before gathering her robe and heading to her room. Kol watched her go, tempted to join her in the shower, but he knew that would only lead to round two, and his girl was hungry. He wanted to take things slow, savor every moment.

After she left, Kol called for room service, ordering a lavish breakfast spread. He told the hotel staff to set the table on the balcony, imagining how perfect it would be to enjoy their meal under the warm Milan sun, with the stunning cityscape as their backdrop.

He took a quick shower, dressing in light pants and a fitted white linen shirt, anticipating the day's heat. Before leaving the bathroom, he tested his magic, vanishing the steam from the mirror with a flick of his hand. A satisfied grin spread across his face. Yes, it was still there.

As he waited for Holly, Kol caught his reflection in the mirror. He barely recognized himself. Gone was the smirk that had defined him for centuries. In its place was a real, genuine smile. He hadn't smiled like this in a thousand years.

After about ten minutes, there was a soft knock at the door. Kol, already knowing who it was, casually flicked his hand, and the door swung open under the influence of his magic. Holly stood in the doorway, looking effortlessly chic by Italian standards. She wore a playful blue mini skirt with black polka dots, paired with a matching blue blouse. The black pumps she had chosen elongated her legs in a way that made Kol's eyes linger just a little longer than necessary. Kol's smile widened as he took her in, admiring how perfectly she fit into the vibrant Italian landscape. Holly, of course, noticed this—and the fact that Kol hadn't bothered to open the door in person. She raised an eyebrow, both amused and slightly indignant.

Kol smirked and strode over to her, offering his hand with theatrical exaggeration. "Ah, that's better," Holly remarked teasingly, accepting his hand as she stepped inside.

"Scusa, Signora Holly," Kol replied in flawless Italian, his tone dripping with playful charm. "It seems that after a century locked away in a coffin, my manners were buried along with me."

Holly laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, don't let it happen again, Signor Mikaelson," she quipped, playing along with his formalities.

Still holding her arm as though escorting royalty, Kol guided her to the balcony, where the morning sunlight spilled over the cityscape. He pulled out a chair for her and, without a word, poured her a cup of tea with a flourish.

"You've earned a few points for that," Holly conceded, taking a sip. "But let's be honest—it wasn't much of a challenge. I am British, after all."

Kol let out a hearty laugh, the sound rich and genuine. The morning passed in pleasant teasing, the kind of banter that felt effortless between them. As they enjoyed breakfast, a light breeze danced across the balcony, stirring Holly's hair while they soaked up the warm Italian sun.

Kol couldn't help but notice how much Holly was eating. Her plate was piled high, and she devoured it with a quiet intensity, which made him smile. He understood why. With so much magic coursing through her, fueling every spell, every thought, every breath, her body needed more energy. That, and of course, their rather intense morning make-out session hadn't exactly left her in a state of rest. Kol's eyes sparkled with mischief as he entertained thoughts of what lay ahead. Soon enough, if things went his way, she'd need even more calories to keep up with him.

His mind drifted to the uncharted territory they had yet to explore together. He knew there was still one final boundary to cross, the line between their playful, teasing touches and the full unleashing of the desire he'd kept in check. Once they stepped over that line, there would be no going back, and Kol was more than ready to take Holly with him into a world of pleasure she had yet to experience.

Poor girl, he mused, chuckling silently. She has no idea what awaits her. The thought alone made him feel like a predator lying in wait, savoring the anticipation of the moment he could fully unleash his desires. He imagined the way her body would respond to him, the way her magic would intertwine with his, making everything more intense, more alive. And he would take his time—he wasn't planning on rushing through this. Kol Mikaelson had waited a thousand years to find someone like Holly, someone who matched his fire and fueled his hunger. He intended to savor every moment.

He smiled to himself, his thoughts lingering on their future, the intimacy they would share. But for now, he was content with this—sitting across from her, watching as she ate, feeling the warmth of their connection even in the mundane act of sharing a meal. There was a simplicity to it, a quiet comfort in knowing that they were building something deeper, something more than just magic or passion. It was moments like these, casual yet intimate, that reminded Kol how far they had come.

And though the physical attraction between them was undeniable, what he treasured most was this growing sense of companionship, of belonging. Yes, the pleasures of the flesh were inevitable and certainly something to look forward to, but this—this slow burn, this easy closeness—was just as intoxicating. As he watched Holly reach for another bite, completely unaware of the storm of passion he was holding back, Kol couldn't help but grin. Let her enjoy the peace for now. Soon enough, he'd show her a side of him she'd never forget.

As they neared the end of their breakfast, Holly set her cup down and gave him a thoughtful look. "So," she began, "I thought we could explore Milan's magical district today. I've never actually been, only to the ones in Rome and Venice. It's a bit embarrassing, really—being so close to home and all—but I suppose it's always the way. You travel to the farthest corners of the earth and forget what's right under your nose."

Kol's eyes lit up at the mention of a magical district. The idea thrilled him; the opportunity to rediscover magic, to immerse himself in a world that had been closed off to him for so long. This time, he would experience it as a caster once again, not merely as an observer.

"Absolutely! I'm all for it," he said eagerly, leaning in a little closer. "During my long, long life, I haven't had many chances to visit magical districts here in Europe. You witches are a rather... secretive bunch."

Holly smiled, pleased by his enthusiasm. "Well, it's settled then," she said. "The entrance is at the Teatro alla Scala. The Italians were quite clever with this one—wizards and witches come and go dressed in all sorts of eccentric styles, but no one bats an eye. Everyone assumes they're actors."

They finished their breakfast soon after, both eager to set off on their magical shopping adventure. The day stretched ahead of them, full of endless possibilities, and Kol found himself excited—not just for the rediscovery of magic, but for the prospect of exploring it all with Holly by his side.


Kol drove them to the Teatro alla Scala, the famed Milanese opera house, following Holly's directions she received from her contact to a discreet door in the basement marked: Changing Room - The Magical Life of Leonardo da Vinci.

With a knowing look, Holly bypassed rows of ornate costumes, her wand drawn as if this was second nature. She tapped the far wall gently, and the bricks began to fold inward, almost like the entrance to Diagon Alley. But this was different—older, more refined. As the hidden doorway fully opened, they stepped through into a magical district that instantly took their breath away.

And magical it truly was. The district mirrored the sophisticated elegance of Milan, with cobblestone streets winding gracefully through tall, narrow buildings that exuded an old-world charm. Yet, it was clear that this world was not entirely bound by the laws of gravity or physics. Flowers, in every shade imaginable, floated freely in the air, their petals casting soft, iridescent glows as they drifted lazily by. Their gentle movement seemed to synchronize with the pulse of magic that flowed through the streets, as though the district itself were alive, breathing along with its visitors.

Above them, shimmering orbs of light hovered like delicate stars, their soft glow casting playful shadows on the ancient stone buildings. These orbs were no mere lanterns—they seemed sentient, gently shifting in color depending on the mood of the street below. Holly had once heard that they come to life after dark, guiding lost souls or simply adding their radiant beauty to the already magical atmosphere.

Shop signs, intricately carved and etched with ancient runes, swung lightly in the breeze, and behind their windows lay all manner of magical treasures. Cloakmakers displayed enchanted fabrics that shifted colors based on the wearer's emotions. Potion shops wafted fragrant aromas into the street, their shelves lined with ancient bottles containing liquids that bubbled and shimmered with secrets. A little further down, Kol could see a wand shop, its window glinting with the unmistakable power of finely crafted wands, waiting for their rightful owners to step through the door.

Magical creatures, unseen by Muggles, roamed freely through the district. Tiny, luminous butterflies darted in and out of the floating flowers, leaving trails of sparkling dust in their wake, while small, mischievous creatures darted between alleyways, their laughter echoing softly in the background. The air was thick with the hum of magic, a feeling Kol had almost forgotten—a sense that anything was possible here, just waiting to be discovered.

Even the architecture seemed enchanted. Balconies leaned out a little further than seemed structurally sound, supported by nothing but thin air. Columns twisted and bent at impossible angles, yet the entire district felt harmonious, as if chaos and beauty had found the perfect balance. Street performers, robed in flowing silks, conjured illusions with a mere flick of their wrists, drawing small crowds of witches and wizards who marveled at their artistry.

Kol found himself captivated by the seamless fusion of magic and culture, as though Milan's artistic history and its magical undercurrent had been intertwined for centuries. There was a timeless quality to the place, a feeling that this district had existed long before modern Milan had ever been built, quietly hidden from Muggle eyes but thriving nonetheless.

"It's like the city itself is enchanted," Kol murmured, unable to tear his eyes away from the ethereal beauty of it all.

Holly smiled knowingly, her eyes reflecting the gentle glow of the hovering lights. "It is," she said softly. "This place is ancient, older than most know. Milan has always had a magical side—Muggles just don't see it. But it's been here, hidden in plain sight, long before Diagon Alley or any of the other magical hubs we know."

Kol took a deep breath, feeling the magic hum beneath his skin, awakening something in him that had long been dormant. This place, with its floating flowers and shimmering lights, was a reminder that the magical world was far larger, far more wondrous than he had ever imagined. And as he looked at Holly, bathed in the soft glow of the magical district, he realized that this was only the beginning of what they would discover together.

Hand in hand, Holly and Kol strolled along the main street, enchanted by the sight. Kol, whose eyes gleamed with excitement, looked as if he wanted to enter every shop they passed. "We'll need to prioritize," Holly warned with a smile, "unless we plan on staying here until they close."

Their first stop was the Italian branch of Gringotts. Holly barely stifled a laugh when Kol's expression morphed from curiosity to wide-eyed shock upon encountering his first goblin. Holly regrets that she couldn't take a picture of Kol's face at that moment. There's always the Pensieve, she thought wistfully, wishing she could capture his reaction forever. Kol exchanged his American currency for magical gold while Holy took care of her legal business.

Holly took a moment to focus on the stack of parchments laid before her, each representing a step toward a brighter future for the young witches of Italy. The initiative had been a project close to her heart, initiated by her and her Italian friend – Blaise, inspired by the struggles she herself had faced growing up in the wizarding world, where women often had to fight twice as hard to be taken seriously. The aim of her new program was simple but revolutionary—to empower young witches to pursue careers and independence, breaking away from outdated traditions that kept them confined to domestic roles.

Though Holly usually shied away from the spotlight, this cause demanded her full attention. There were times she resented the public nature of her life, constantly scrutinized and judged for every decision she made. But today, the weight of responsibility felt different—empowering, even. As her quill moved over the parchment, signing her name with practiced grace, she couldn't help but feel a swell of pride. Each signature was more than just ink on paper; it was a promise to the next generation of witches.

She knew the coming weeks would be filled with interviews for Italian newspapers, radio segments, and perhaps even a feature in La Gazzetta Magica. She would be visiting the local magical school, too, meeting with students who looked up to her as both a war hero and a powerful witch in her own right. Normally, she'd dread the attention, the endless questions about her past and her every move, but when it came to inspiring young witches, Holly was willing to step into the limelight.

For now, though, she allowed herself to relax. Today wasn't about the future or the past. Today was hers and Kol's. With the legal matters behind her, she could fully enjoy the simplicity of the present—the warmth of the Italian sun and the comfort of Kol's presence beside her. The world could wait.

Next on Kol's list was a wandmaker's shop, and Holly hesitated just outside the door. Kol was a Wiccan—wands weren't typically necessary for his kind of magic. He had always relied on his own connection to the natural world, drawing power directly from the earth and its elements. But ever since his magic had started to resurface, his curiosity about wand-wielding had grown. Holly knew this, but she couldn't help feeling a touch of apprehension. Still, she didn't want to dampen his enthusiasm and followed him inside, her reservations tucked behind a small smile.

Kol's excitement was palpable the moment they stepped into the shop. The air inside was warm, filled with the scent of polished wood and ancient magic. Shelves lined the walls, stacked high with neatly organized boxes, each containing wands that held unknown possibilities. For Kol, it was like stepping into a hidden world of power that had always been beyond his reach.

"Fascinating," he murmured, his eyes scanning the wands like a scholar surveying forbidden knowledge. The thought of wielding one, of combining it with his reawakening magic, made his pulse quicken. Could he truly wield a wand? Would it respond to him as it did to Holly? He had no clear answer, but his instincts—always sharp, always whispering—urged him to explore.

An elderly woman appeared from behind the counter, her gaze sharp and observant, as though she could see right through them. Her eyes lingered on Holly for a moment, recognition dawning on her features. She smiled slightly, not the kind of smile one gives a stranger, but one that acknowledged the weight of reputation.

"Not many visitors during the school year," she remarked, her voice raspy but warm, "and fewer still as intriguing as you two." Her gaze shifted to Kol, assessing him as though he were something rare and unpredictable. "Chiara Peralta, at your service. What brings the Savior of the Wizarding World and her... rather unique companion to my humble shop?"

Holly's smile faltered just slightly. That title. She hated it—Savior of the Wizarding World. It made her feel like a relic of a time she'd rather leave behind, a burden to carry instead of an honor. And why must wandmakers always seem to know so much of strangers' business? Still, she bit her tongue, not wanting to spoil Kol's first experience in a wand shop. This was his moment.

Kol, ever perceptive, felt Holly's shift in mood and adopted a cooler, more detached expression, his easy charm now sharpened with purpose. "I'd like to try some wands," he said, his voice firm but polite. "See if any respond to me."

Madame Peralta raised a brow but refrained from further commentary. Instead, she nodded thoughtfully and disappeared into the back room. Moments later, she returned with several long, slender boxes, her hands moving with practiced precision as she placed them on the counter.

The testing began.

One by one, Kol took each wand in hand, feeling its weight, the balance of it in his fingers. Most left him utterly unaffected. Holly stood to the side, watching quietly, trying not to let her own doubts surface. Kol had been without magic for over a thousand years, and she couldn't shake the worry that the wands might reject him entirely.

But two stirred a slight reaction.

The first was a holly wand with a core of Thestral hair, dark and elegant, its magic pulsing faintly as it touched Kol's skin. The second, made of oak with a Phoenix feather core, seemed to vibrate with untapped potential the moment it met his grip.

There was a brief silence, a quiet sort of tension that filled the air. Madame Peralta studied Kol, her sharp eyes filled with contemplation, before her lips curved into a faint, knowing smile.

"Curious," she murmured, her voice low, as if she were talking more to herself than to them. "Very curious indeed. I won't pretend to understand the bond you two share," she continued, looking between Holly and Kol with a glimmer of something resembling amusement, "nor how Mr. Mikaelson appears to be regaining some semblance of magic after a thousand years. But as a professional, I must offer a suggestion."

Both Holly and Kol turned to her, puzzled.

Madame Peralta's smile widened, just a fraction. "Try Mrs. Potter's original wand."

Holly blinked, and Kol's brow furrowed. What could she possibly mean by that?

The wandmaker went on to explain, her tone patient, as if she were speaking to students in her craft. "Of the two wands that reacted to you," she said, her eyes focused on Kol, "one is made of holly, from the very same tree as Mrs. Potter's wand. The other, oak with Phoenix feather, came from the same Phoenix whose brother's feather lies within Mrs. Potter's original wand. The connection between you two may very well lie in that wand."

Holly and Kol exchanged a glance, the weight of the revelation settling between them. There had always been something deeper between them, something that defied the usual explanations. This only solidified it.

Neither of them spoke for a moment. Kol, usually quick with a sharp quip, found himself at a loss for words. Finally, after a moment of awkward silence, Kol tipped the wandmaker generously, offering a short word of thanks, and they stepped out into the street, heads spinning.

As they walked, Holly broke the silence, her voice softer than usual. "I'll give you my first wand when we return home," she offered, her hand brushing against his.

"Holly, darling, I couldn't possibly—" Kol began, but Holly cut him off, her tone playful.

"I'm offering, not asking," she said with a teasing grin. "I rarely use it anymore. If I need extra power, I turn to the Elder Wand. Besides," she added with a glint of humor in her eyes, "this will save me the trouble of thinking up a Christmas gift. You must be a nightmare to shop for. A millennium of birthdays and holidays—you've had everything."

Kol chuckled at that, pulling her a little closer as they walked. "Well," he said with a smirk, "I can assure you, darling, this would be a gift worth keeping."

They continued down the street, their connection feeling stronger than ever, a sense of fate intertwining their lives in ways neither had fully anticipated. And though Kol had once been without magic for centuries, the thought of wielding Holly's wand—of sharing in her world—filled him with a sense of anticipation that he hadn't felt in a long, long time.

Together, they made their way to the next destination, a bookstore, focused on gathering any information they could about the Other Side. Both had grown determined to find a way to destroy it and free Rebekah. Though Holly had searched her vast library in Geneva, and her house-elves scoured her other properties, no significant information had emerged. Now, they had to dig deeper, starting with what Italian texts might offer.

They found some promising references to the Other Side—more than they had before—but still nothing concrete. Holly suggested they travel to Greece, the birthplace of the realm's creator, as their next step.

Kol, undeterred, began amassing books on a range of subjects—charms, transfiguration, curses, hexes—his arms filling with every title that piqued his interest. The language barrier didn't bother him; Kol was fluent in Italian. Holly tried to intervene, pointing out that she already had copies of many of these books in English. But Kol, ever the collector, was insistent on owning his own copies. She let him indulge, watching as the shopkeeper's eyes widened at the sheer volume of books Kol purchased.

Once they had paid, Holly summoned Winkly, her loyal house-elf, to send the books directly to her estate in Geneva.

Their next stop was the apothecary, where Kol made an unexpected purchase—a hefty supply of dragon's blood. It was something that had intrigued him since he drank his first sip at Holly's, as dragon blood satisfied his thirst far better and for longer than human blood. Holly watched with amusement as he passed on the blood pops, muttering something about them being nothing more than a gimmick.

With arms linked, they strolled through the district, soaking in the magical atmosphere, the day still full of promises.


Afterward, they made their way to a clothing store. Holly had decided it was time to buy something elegant for the upcoming 15th Anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts. She had initially turned down the invitation, but after The Daily Prophet ran an article about her killing Esther, she knew some damage control was in order.

Pausing outside the shop, Holly glanced shyly at Kol, her fingers nervously toying with the strap of her bag.

"So, the 15th Anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts is coming up," she began, her voice tentative. "Blaise convinced me to attend after all the bad press in England... So, I need something appropriate—elegant, you know, for the occasion. And I was wondering if... if you'd like to come with me?" Her words tumbled out in a rush, her cheeks pinkening slightly.

Kol's expression remained serious, though a flicker of amusement danced in his eyes. "Do I have to wear a witch's hat?" he asked, deadpan.

Holly bit her lip to suppress a smile. "No, but robes, yes," she replied honestly.

Kol's eyes brightened, though there was a touch of uncertainty in his tone. "Then it would be my pleasure to be your escort, Miss Potter. It's... a date, isn't it?"

Holly rolled her eyes playfully, the tension in her shoulders easing. "Yes, Kol, it's a date, you dufus."

A mischievous gleam sparked in her gaze. "Would it really have made a difference if you had to wear a witch's hat?" she asked, intrigued.

Kol pretended to ponder the question. "I'm not sure. I've yet to try one on. The jury's still out on that," he quipped.

Holly laughed, her apprehension melting away. "Well then, let's find out," she said, grabbing his arm and dragging him into the shop with a grin.

Kol let himself be pulled along, his laughter joining hers as they entered the store, ready to face whatever fashion decisions lay ahead.


Kol and Holly stood side by side on the podium. Kol's tailored black trousers and crimson vest, paired with a sleek black robe edged with red, gave him an effortlessly modern, Italian air. It was a refreshing contrast to the more conservative British wizarding fashion. Holly couldn't help but think he looked fantastic.

For her part, Holly wore a floor-length coat-dress, snug in all the right places, with a heart-shaped neckline that framed her chest and emphasized her curves. It was elegant, powerful, and perfectly coordinated with Kol's attire. The shop owner had initially suggested green to match her striking eyes, but Holly dismissed the idea. Wearing Slytherin colors, not to mention the hue of the Killing Curse, would only invite trouble.

Holly suddenly leapt from her podium, vanishing between the racks of clothes, and returned with a mischievous grin, holding a pointy, witchy hat in hand. She wiggled her eyebrows, clearly intending it for Kol.

Kol hesitated but allowed her to place it on his head. And of course, being Kol, he pulled it off with ease, the hat somehow suiting him perfectly.

"Merlin's beard, Mikaelson," Holly teased, "Is there anything you don't look good in?"

"Not really," Kol replied with a smirk. "Over the centuries, there hasn't been a single piece of clothing I couldn't wear. Though I'll admit, I'm thankful I was daggered during the '70s and '90s. That might have tarnished my reputation."

Holly laughed and, unable to resist, reached up on tiptoes, looped her arms around his neck, and kissed him passionately. Kol responded immediately, his hands sliding around her waist, pulling her closer.

"And what was that for?" Kol asked, amused but not complaining.

"For being you. No reason. Do I need a reason to kiss you?" she replied with a playful glint in her eye.

Kol grinned. "Well, no. But if there was a reason, I'd definitely want to keep triggering it."

"You don't need a reason to kiss me either, you know," Holly said softly, her lips brushing his as she spoke.

"I'll be taking advantage of that. Often," Kol whispered, his voice thick with promise.

"Counting on it," Holly replied, her tone just as seductive.

Lost in their kiss, they barely noticed their surroundings. The fact they were still in a shop seemed irrelevant as their relationship inched closer to the open, unrestrained territory they had longed for.

After changing back into their original clothes and paying for their new ones, they stepped outside—hand in hand—only to be greeted by a swarm of reporters and flashing cameras. Photographers fired questions at them, their cameras capturing every moment. A crowd of fans, most of them shouting in Italian, surged forward.

Kol looked momentarily stunned by the spectacle, but Holly appeared completely unfazed. She wore the expression of someone who had endured this many times before. He quickly recovered, wrapping his arm protectively around her waist and guiding her through the mob, his other hand held out to part the sea of people.

"Holly, since when have you been dating Kol Mikaelson?"

"Mr. Mikaelson, aren't you angry that Holly killed your mother?"

Kol's jaw clenched. He now had a clearer understanding of the relentless scrutiny Holly had endured all her life. These people were like vultures, circling for the chance to pick apart any piece of her they could.

"Lady Potter, do you really have the Elder Wand, like Mr. Weasley claims?"

"Is that why you never dated any British wizards, Holly? Do you prefer vampires?"

Kol remained focused on getting Holly out of the crowd, his expression darkening with every question.

"Mr. Mikaelson, what do you think about the rumors that Mrs. Potter is the new Dark Lady? Are you planning to rule magical Europe with her?"

"Holly, do you kill wizards to absorb their power? Is that why you're so strong?"

The incessant barrage of questions made Kol's blood boil. Holly had told him about this life—about how they never saw her as a person, but as a spectacle. She was a subject for gossip, a target for criticism, and these people acted as though they had a right to dissect her existence.

Then came the final straw.

"Lady Potter, why did you save the vampire race over your own kind? Is it because you're fucking a vampire? I could take care of that for you, save you the trouble and fuck you instead."

Kol stopped dead in his tracks. His gaze zeroed in on the young dark-haired wizard who had spoken, and the man, emboldened by the attention, met Kol's eyes with a challenging stare.

Kol walked toward him slowly, his face calm but his eyes burning with cold fury. Leaning in close, his voice dropped to a menacing whisper that only the young wizard could hear.

"Or I could rip out your cock and shove it so far up your arse that you'll choke on it. Let's see how bold you are when you're alone with me."

The man's face paled. "If I see you near Lady Potter again," Kol added softly, "I will make good on that promise."

Without waiting for a response, Kol straightened up, lifting his hands. A wave of blue magic pulsed from his fingertips, forming a circular barrier around him and Holly. The force of it sent the surrounding crowd sprawling backward, giving them a moment's reprieve.

With a swift, protective motion, Kol pulled Holly into his arms and vanished in a blur of vampire speed, leaving the chaos—and Italy—behind.

"Arrivederci, Italia," Kol muttered under his breath, his grip on Holly tightening as they sped away.


Kol was holding a bottle of wine, a gift from Dobby, and two glasses as he approached Holly, who lay comfortably in a hammock. It had become their thing, really—relaxing in the hammock under the stars, sipping wine from Holly's vineyard, cuddling, and simply enjoying each other's company. Ever since they'd returned, Holly had been in a somber mood. With no better idea on how to lift her spirits, Kol had given her some space before seeking out Dobby for a little pick-me-up. He'd also requested something to eat, realizing neither of them had eaten since breakfast.

As Kol neared, he saw Holly had already positioned herself in the hammock, leaving just enough room for him. When he climbed in beside her, he almost crushed her, eliciting a small, joyful laugh. Good, he thought. Any laughter was better than the melancholy she'd been carrying. Soon enough, Holly was sprawled across him, and Kol reached for the blanket, covering them both. They lay like that for several minutes, silently contemplating their trip to Italy, their deepening relationship, and the uncertain future ahead.

Suddenly, Holly broke the silence.

"So, your reintroduction to the magical world was interrupted by the chaos of Holly Potter's life. I'm sorry your day got ruined," she said softly, her voice tinged with guilt.

"Firstly, nothing was ruined except maybe our good mood," Kol replied, his tone light. "Secondly, it wasn't my day, it was our day. And thirdly, you have nothing to apologize for. Have you met my family? I'm part of the most lunatic family in existence. To be honest, it was about time someone noticed my brilliance and asked for an interview. I'm a little insulted it took them a thousand years to catch on."

Holly couldn't help but laugh—an honest, joyful laugh that made her shake her head in exasperation. Trust Kol to turn the situation around and make it all about himself. But that was exactly why she loved him.

"You're so beautiful when you laugh," Kol murmured, his fingers gently tracing her features. "Well, you're beautiful all the time, but when you smile, especially at me... it's my favorite look on you." He paused, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Actually, no, scratch that. My favorite look is when you're screaming my name and begging for more. I should probably stop talking before I get myself into trouble."

Holly, smiling at his cheeky remark, kissed his jaw, the roughness of his beard scratching her skin in that delicious way she loved. "You're forgiven," she whispered against his cheek, "but only if you promise never to shave this beard. I once told you I'd love the scratches it leaves, and I really, really do." She kissed him firmly on the lips, sealing the deal.

Kol's breath quickened at her touch. Oh yes, he could definitely promise to never shave if it had this kind of effect on her. He tangled his fingers in her hair, pulling her closer, her hair falling around them like a curtain, enclosing them in their own private world.

Then, Holly suddenly stopped. She reached into her holster and pulled out her wand—her phoenix feather, 11-inch holly wand—and held it out to Kol.

"Holly, I can't..." Kol began, but Holly cut him off.

"The wand chooses the wizard, Kol. If it's meant to be yours, it will be. I believe this wand chose me so that, in the end, it could find you—the rightful owner. Try it."

With reverence, Kol took Holly's wand in his fingers. The moment he did, the air around them seemed to hum with a deep, earthy melody. Green sparks shot from the wand's tip, and an immense feeling of power swirled around them, tangible and undeniable.

Kol was speechless. Not only was his Wiccan magic returning, but Holly had given him an even greater gift—the chance to practice wand-wielding magic. He had always been fascinated by it, but the secrets of the wand-wielders had been closed off to outsiders like him. Now, he had an eternity to explore the endless possibilities of wizarding magic.

Holly watched him with pride, thrilled that her first wand—her trusty companion—had chosen Kol as its new master. Their connection was mysterious and overwhelming, surprising Holly every day, but this moment solidified what she already knew—they were perfect for each other, in every sense.

Without a word, Kol pulled Holly to him, his heart pounding in his chest. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within him. He'd spent centuries searching for something like this, a connection so deep, so profound. He didn't know what he'd done to deserve her, or how he'd survived a millennium without her, but one thing was clear—he wasn't going to let her go. Ever.

Their kiss deepened, a desperate plea for more, a silent promise of forever. As their bodies pressed together, a warmth spread through him, a warmth he'd never felt before. He felt her surrender, her trust in him, and it filled him with a sense of peace he'd never known.

After a while, their kisses slowed, and Kol gently covered them both with the blanket. Their bodies were intertwined, their hearts beating as one. They drifted off to sleep under the stars, the soft, magical hum of Kol's newly awakened power still lingering in the air. The night serenaded them with the quiet song of a future filled with limitless possibilities, a future they would face together.