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“Oh…” She breathed, her eyes fluttering closed when she felt his lips against her temple. What had her mother said to her before she left for school this year? Stay away from Rabastan Lestrange. Yes, Druella had made it plainly clear that whatever tryst, if thats what you could call it, that Narcissa had been carrying on with Rab over the the years must end. Her mother had never approved of her friendship with Rabastan, and as they got older her distaste for the boy only grew. She wasn’t wrong to want to keep them apart, Rabastan was a bad influence, and Narcissa had always been weak for him. “I can’t.” She said, her voice barely above a whisper as his lips trailed across her jaw, trailing up up up, until his lips were just above hers. So close. They were fools if they had thought they could avoid this, it had been building in them since they were children, this undeniable pull between the two of them.
“Please.” She whimpered right before she felt his kiss. Finally, her body sang and she felt herself melt into his, wrapping her arms around his neck. She was so happy that everything else melted away. Her mother, her impending engagement, exams, they no longer existed because she was in Rabastan’s arms, where she had always wanted to be.
There was very little that Rabastan wanted in life, a long time ago he gave up having hopes and dreams. As a child he dreamed about getting his parents attention, and then he figured out there was a way he could get, so he started acting up. Growing up he hoped to do something to prove he was worth it, so he joined the death eaters and the cause, and then it all came crashing down. And now, now he is scared to ever dare to hope.
Rabastan was not expecting what came right before the kiss, and while his mind had been made up, he had hoped Narcissa would push him away, slap him, yell at him, hexed him maybe, but he did not expect her to say please. He had not expected her arms around his neck, and for her to be kissing him back.
For a moment time stopped, the world stopped, it was only the two of them, whatever happened after they would always have this moment. Rabastan pulled Narcissa closer and deepened the kiss, pushing them towards the nearest shelf, the books -those keeping the darkest secrets- surrounding them. Rabastan wished he had kept kissing her forever, but they had to come up from air, “this... you really want this?” he asked, his hand cupping her face.





















