A Last Dance- Part 2

AN: This won by a pretty big margin considering there were so many options. It ended up with about a third of the vote in the end. Not that any of that really surprised me considering the originals popularity haha

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Astoria- Asli Atil 

“You’re not joking?” Astoria couldn’t believe what she’d just heard. She was laying on his wonderfully comfortable bed, just her lower body beneath the covers as he sat there absolutely thrilled… telling her the most outlandish, far-fetched, incredible story that she couldn’t have imagined even if she tried. The meal he made for them was lightly picked at, but she’d been too enthralled to make a proper go at it.

“Not even a little bit. Every word I just told you is the truth.” He couldn’t keep the massive grin off his face. There was a part of her that didn’t fully get it, the night before had been fantastic, more than she possibly could have hoped for.

But despite how wonderful it was, she still thought that she’d been nothing more than a pretty distraction. He’s the most famous wizard in Britain. He could have any single witch, and a good number of the taken ones, any night of the week. Does he just get this happy every time he helps someone? Suppose it would explain all the self-sacrificing danger.

Ignoring her racing thoughts, at least for the time being, she asked him, “You united the Deathly Hallows? They’re not even supposed to be real!” She said it with enough force that it caused her breasts to jiggle lightly. Understandably, it caused him a momentary distraction. The hunger there caused a little spike of excitement to shoot down her spine.

“I did… and they’re very much real.” Before she even had the chance to get another word out, his wand was in his hand… or one of his two to be more specific, “This is the Elder Wand.”

“Is that … Professor Dumbledore’s old wand?” She vaguely recognized it from one of the few times he ever actually did any magic in front of the students.

“It is.” That smile just wouldn’t leave his face, it only made her smile back, “He took from Gellert Grindelwald after defeating him. For decades it belonged to him until he was disarmed on top of the Astronomy Tower… by Draco.”

Astoria’s eyes widened before she fell into a giggling fit. When she finally settled herself, she managed to get out, “Are you telling me that Draco had won the most famous, legendarily powerful wand of all time and he had no idea?”

“Yep.” He clearly found it just as amusing as she did, “Until I took his wand from him at Malfoy Manor during the war.”

“Oh, that’s just… brilliant.” She could only imagine the look on his face if he ever found out.

Harry went over to his wardrobe and pulled out something else. It was like liquid silk, and hid his hands from sight, “And this is the invisibility cloak. It’s been in my family for centuries.”

“So…” Despite the rational part of her mind that still tried to tell her that he was just having her on, it was hard to argue when the proof was right in front of him, “Your family is descended from the Peverell’s.”

“Ignotus Peverell’s granddaughter, Iolanthe, married into the Potters.”

Astoria felt like she should have known that, considering she was from one of the oldest pureblood families in Britain, but it didn’t sound familiar. But then something did strike her about that, “Around about 700 years ago, a Potter married into the Greengrasses… was it to try and remove the curse?”

Harry shrugged, as uncertain about that as she was, “Hard to say… it wouldn’t surprise me, though. And I could also hazard a guess why it didn’t work if that was the case.”

Astoria quirked an eyebrow at that, “Why?”

“I’m the first person in eight centuries to unite the Peverell Legacy… and the family magics that go with it.” Harry took her hand, “They weren’t just absorbed into the Potter family, but held separate. Trust me I know, it went a long way to helping me deal with the goblins after the war was over.”

“But… none of the brothers had all three… so, why was that a requirement?”

All he could do was tell her what little he knew, “From what I could gather, it was a stipulation put in place by Iolanthe before she became part of the Potter family. Since she was the last of her family… I assume she just wanted certain things to remain theirs.”

“Or perhaps she wanted to ensure that my family continued its bloody punishment!” Astoria couldn’t hold back the sudden flare of anger. To know that centuries of Greengrasses suffered, seemingly at random, thanks to a nearly impossible set of circumstances being required to get rid of it simply infuriated her.

His big hand cupped her cheek, and as she found herself looking up into his emerald eyes, all that fury just left her in a rush, “Hey… I don’t know why, even if I wish I did. All I know is that as of now, it’s over.”

“Because of you.” It was said with such an unreserved fondness. It was hard to believe she could feel such genuine affection for someone that only the day before had been little more than a stranger to her.

“I’d say it was just as much because of you.” He gave her a roguish smirk, “You were the one who agreed to come back here with me.”

“Yes, I did, didn’t I?” Looking at him, she could only think it might’ve been the best decision of her young life. A decision she was quite willing to repeat again. But then, as they just stared at each other, the air charged with that same unspoken something that had been there the night before, something struck her, “Oh, Merlin…”

“What is it?” He furrowed his brown in confusion.

“I have to go back home, to my parents,” She threw herself back into her pillows at the very thought, “I thought I’d at least be able to get out of the inevitable scolding… you know, considering I would have been dead on my feet, if I was lucky, at this point.” Idly, she started worrying the edge of the sheets.

“Won’t they be ecstatic to find out their youngest child is free of a seemingly incurable Blood curse?” Oh, how incredibly optimistic! No wonder he was a Gryffindor.

Snorting out a laugh, she explained it to him, “For the first minute or two, yes, they probably will be. Before they lay into me for such a terrible show of impropriety. I’m sure I won’t hear the end for the next decade, if I’m lucky.”

“Well, that just won’t do.” Harry said with a surprising amount of conviction. “We’ll just have to clear the situation up with them.”

“Sorry, but… we?” Astoria found that she liked the idea of them being a ‘we’. I certainly did last night. But at the same time, it certainly wasn’t what she was expecting from him.

“Yes,” he said as though it were the most obvious thing in the world, “did you think that this was just going to be one night?”

She felt her cheeks heat up, and she gave him a small nod, “I wasn’t thinking much past last night if I’m being perfectly honest.”

Looking at her for a long moment, he sat himself down by her side and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. She found it almost frightening just how easily she fit against him, how safe and comfortable it made her feel. I never felt anything like this with Draco. Is this how it’s supposed to feel? It didn’t hurt that it really turned her on, too.

Wholly unaware of her inner monologue, he told her, “I imagine you don’t know what your plans are, considering you suddenly have your whole life in front of you. But whatever decision you come to, I can tell you I’d like to be a part of those plans. And if nothing else, I’m going to be there with you to explain things to your parents… Well, some of it anyway. There are some things we should probably leave out but, you get my point.”

“I… don’t understand. Until last night, you didn’t know me. We’d never even spoken before! This just seems so sudden! I mean obviously we had an incredible night but… ”

A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest and it cut her off, “You’re right, we did. Best of my life in fact, so I’d rather it not be the last time I get to experience it. But either way, that’s not entirely true. I knew who you were all the way back to my sixth year at Hogwarts.” At her questioning look, he explained, “You ran into me coming down from Ravenclaw Tower as I was headed up. You dropped your bag and spilled your quills everywhere, I helped you clean up. We talked a bit, you told me which class you were running terribly late for… Transfiguration if I remember right.”

Astoria blushed at the memory. It was something she’d completely forgotten about, probably out of a need to repress the embarrassment more than anything. It’d been entirely her fault. Tripping on air for no bloody reason. Pressing her mouth to the side of his arm, she mumbled, “Didn’t think you’d remember that. I didn’t even remember it.”

“I feel like I should be insulted. I’ve had people tell me about times where I just glanced in their direction walking down Diagon Alley and how it was the most amazing experience in their entire life.” He only laughed as she bit down on his arm lightly to stop his teasing, “You were cute, and so flustered.”

“It sounds to me like I’m the one who made a life-changing impression on you.” Astoria gave him a little smirk.

“Life-changing is a bit much, but I remembered it.” He didn’t mind her teasing one bit, “And then I saw you again, for the last couple of years with Draco…” When she made to interrupt, he just raised his hand to halt the question, “And no, my interest in you doesn’t have anything to do with him. I couldn’t care less about him or his opinions, that I still manage to get the better of him at every turn is nothing more than a happy coincidence at this point.”

“He moaned about it… constantly. It was really quite annoying.”

“Sorry about that.” But they both knew from his tone that he didn’t really mean it.

“You should be.” She told him imperiously, but she didn’t manage to hold it long before she broke down into a giggle fit. It was amazing just how normal these otherwise odd circumstances felt to her.

“Anyway, every time I saw you at another ball, I though you were the most beautiful woman in the world.” The words were said with such earnestness that she found it hard not to melt on the spot. And her state of dress certainly wasn’t helping any. In three years with Draco, I don’t think I ever heard something like that… not once.

“I may have asked your sister a bit about you.”

“You asked Daphne about me?” Astoria couldn’t hide her surprise.

“I was curious.”

“And?”

“She didn’t tell me much, not that I expected her to, mind.” He turned and kissed the top of her head, “But what I did find out, I liked quite a lot. So, when I saw you at the ball last night, alone… I just knew that I needed to approach you.”

“And?” She found herself transfixed, looking at his lips as he explained everything to her.

“And… I couldn’t be happier I did. I said it was the best night of life, and I meant it. And I don’t just mean the time we spent in bed, but everything that led up to it.” His sincerity bled through every word, “I’ve never found it so easy, just talking to someone about everything and anything.”

Something about that simple admission left her eyes shimmering with unshed, happy tears. Leaning up, she kissed him on the cheek, and whispered in his ear, “It was amazing for me, too. Every second. From the talking to the dancing, to the sex.”

He ran a hand through his messy, black tresses and she would’ve preferred to be the one doing it, “I might have learned to dance because your sister let it slip that you enjoy it.”

“Really?” He just nodded, a small smile on his lips. She found it hard to talk through the lump in her throat, “Thank you.”

“It was worth it, trust me.” There was a very big part of her that wanted to lean up and capture his lips, but she knew that would be ridiculous. Because it would definitely lead to us spending a lot more time in this bed.  And as appealing as that thought was, she didn’t need her parents contacting the Aurors to come and find her.

So, instead of doing what she really wanted to do, she took his hand and squeezed it, “That might be the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.”

Seemingly as aware of the situation as she was, he just brought her hand up and kissed the back of it before flicking his wand. Her clothing came over to the bed from where he’d left it hanging the night before, “Now, I think it’s time to get that cute butt dressed. We need to go have a conversation before there are Aurors knocking on my door.”

Giggling, she grabbed her dress as he got up and headed to the door. As she got out from under the covers, she noticed that he was standing at the door watching her. The feel of his gaze on her naked skin made her feel hot. Damn him for making it so damn hard not to just pull him onto the bloody bed. “What?”

“Nothing, just wanted to see that cute butt one more time.” Feeling incredibly bold, she turned her back to him as she pulled her knickers up. The groan she heard from him was the best reward she could imagine. And it sent a pulse of liquid need right to her core. The things this man does to me… and it’s been less than a day.

“Greengrass Manor.” They stood in the fireplace, Harry just behind her. Of course, there were wards on their home, but by being with her, he’d be allowed through. When they arrived a few seconds later, she managed to catch him from stumbling into the ground.

“Thanks, always had a problem with that.” He told her.

“You can kill Dark Lords, but you can’t get through the floo without falling on your face?” She found herself wiping at his shoulders even though there was nothing there. It was just a nice excuse to touch him.

“We all have our talents, mine just don’t include any form of magical travel… except flying.”

“Most people probably wouldn’t mind falling flat on their face if it meant they could fly a broom like you.” He snorted out a laugh, but they were distracted by raised voices the next room over.

“Really, mother, you’re being ridiculous.” They could just make out Daphne’s muffled voice.

“Ridiculous? My daughter is missing! And gods only know what condition she’s in!” Hurrying toward the door, she didn’t want to panic her mother any more than she already had, “She doesn’t have any of her potions!”

As she opened the door, Daphne scoffed, “As though that’s your biggest concern. You’re just worried about how it’s all going to look.”

Her mother glared and stepped up close to her older sister, “Your father and I pride ourselves on our House and its reputation, yes. But don’t you for one second think that it comes before the well-being of Astoria or you for that matter.” Her father was silently letting the two of them discuss the matter while he contemplated the next move in the corner. He was the first one to notice her, and the look of relief was palpable.

It was obvious how taken aback Daphne was by the rebuke, and Astoria could honestly say that she wouldn’t have expected it, but the truth of it was written all over their mother’s face. Deciding there was no time like the present, she spoke up, “Sorry for the trouble, but good morning.”

All eyes turned to her then. Daphne gestured to her with a single hand, “See, I told you. She’s fine.” But her mother wasn’t listening, just hurrying over to her.

Taking her face in her hands, she started checking her over, making sure that everything was alright, “Oh Astoria, we were so worried. You’re alright dear? You must be terribly tired. And you…” She looked angrily toward Harry standing over her shoulder.

“Did absolutely nothing wrong.” Astoria insisted, eyes hard, “I wanted to go with Harry, and that’s what I did. He couldn’t have treated me any better if he tried, so don’t go insulting him because you’re upset with me.”

That brought her up short, more because she wasn’t used to getting corrected by her youngest than anything. Her eyes flicked between the two of them before giving a resigned sigh,  “I… We should get you to bed. You’ll need your potions and…”

“Annabel,” her father cut in, inspecting her with obvious astonishment in his eyes, “I don’t think Astoria needs any potions.”

Her mother held her at arm’s length and really looked at her for the first time, “Oh… you’re standing on your own aren’t you. And I can’t remember the last time I saw your cheeks quite so rosy.” Her attention turned to Harry, “Thank you, for making sure she gets her potions… even if it wouldn’t have been a problem in the first place if you hadn’t run off with her last night.”

“Mother…” Astoria warned, ready to start shouting if necessary. But she relaxed when she felt Harry’s hand on her back, “Just calm down for a second please, and let me explain.”

“Why don’t we all sit down.” Her father suggested.

“That’s probably a good idea.”

They went to the dining room table in the end. It was the nearest and she didn’t want to drag this on any longer than was necessary. “So, what would you like to tell us?” Her father asked when they were all settled. He was at the head of the table with her mother to his left and her sister to his right. Harry was sat next to Astoria who was sat next to her mother.

It was such a simple thing to say, and good news on top of it. But for some reason she just couldn’t get the words out, until she felt Harry’s hand on her thigh. Something about being around him made her feel stronger, and so the simple gesture spurred her on, “The Blood Curse… has been cured.”

Her entire family stared at her for long, painfully silent moment.  Finally, it was her father who spoke, sounding almost heartbroken, “Astoria, sweetheart… it’s not possible. As much as I wish with every fiber of my being that it were, it just… isn’t.” There were tears in her mother’s eyes, and Daphne was looking between her and Harry.

“No, it wasn’t impossible.” Harry spoke up then, “Just incredibly difficult.”

“What would you know about it?” Her father’s voice was hard, laced with years of anger and frustration at being unable to help her.

“The family that placed the curse on you was the Peverells. Iolanthe Peverell was the last of the family and married into the Potters.”

“We don’t need a history lesson.” Her mother almost snarled out, unable to contain her emotions, “We know it far better than you.”

“Of course, I meant no offense.” He placated her gently, not taking any offense at her anger, “What you don’t know is that I’m the first Potter to properly inherit the Peverell Family Legacy.” A simple ring appeared on his finger then, one that no one recognized. It had a well-known symbol engraved on it that glowed red, though.

There was hope in her parents’ eyes then, hope that she hadn’t seen in years, “It’s really gone?”

Astoria leaned into her mother, gathering her in a hug, “It’s really gone. I can’t remember ever feeling this good in my entire life. Even when I was a child and the curse hadn’t really progressed, I knew it was there, now… it’s just gone. It’s amazing!” Silent tears of joy fell from her mother’s eyes as she clung onto Astoria with all her might.

“How did this happen?” Her father asked her, eyes darting between her and Harry.

Daphne spoke up then, a few tears falling down her face as well, “Astoria could’ve been dead by the end of the month, if not sooner. Does it really matter how she was cured, when it means that you still have two daughters instead of one?”

There was a vein throbbing in her father’s forehead as he processed those emotions. He knew, in his heart of hearts what probably transpired, she was sure. But how can he be angry when it means he’ll have decades to see me grow and have a family of my own? He loves me far too much to prefer I was a dead virgin. The thought almost made her giggle, but she managed to contain herself.

“Cyril…” Her mother reached out and grabbed her father’s hand, eyes red and pleading.

“No,” He said, voice thick, “No, it doesn’t matter. As long as it’s gone, I… I don’t care. I just…” He looked at Harry then, with all the love of a father who’d been incapable of helping his daughter, “Thank you.”

“I’m happier than you could imagine that I was able to do this for her… and for you.” Astoria was just glad that he didn’t say that it was his pleasure. Because while it was, for both of them, it wouldn’t have been the best thing to say if he wanted her father to keep turning a blind eye.

Her mother finally pulled away from her then, and wiped away her tears, before turning the brightest smile she could manage toward Harry,  “You’ll stay for lunch, won’t you? It’s the least we could do.”

“I’d like that.” Harry agreed graciously. He gave another squeeze of her thigh and the look she shot at him in return was charged. While it wasn’t meant to be deliberately enticing, he was just being so amazing, and her emotions were so high, that she wanted nothing more than to be alone with him and show him how much she appreciated him.

Her mother stood then, “I’m going to get started on that, right now.” Working in the kitchen brought Annabel peace, so none of her family was surprised that was where she would want to go, “I’m sure Astoria would be happy to show you around the Manor.”

Daphne hid a laugh behind a cough, while her father told Harry, “So long as Astoria wants you here, you’re welcome, Mr. Potter.” Both men stood, and her father offered his hand. With one last nod, he departed. For his study, I’m sure, and a nice stiff glass of whiskey.

That just left them with Daphne who had a far too giddy smile on her face for Astoria’s liking, “Have fun showing him around the Manor, Tori. I imagine you’re going to be starting with your bedroom…”

Completely unembarrassed, she just nodded her head, “Yep, you’re right. And thank you for the support today, you have no idea how much it meant to me.”

Wide-eyed at the sheer boldness of that statement, Daphne replied almost dumbly, “Right, no problem…”

Taking Harry’s hand in hers, Astoria stood and pulled him to the door, “We’ll see you at lunch.” Daphne’s mouth hung open in astonishment as she gave them a little wave goodbye.

As they made it to the stairs, he spoke with a soft chuckle, “You were wrong, you know?”

“About what?”

“Your parents were so happy, they never even bothered with your scolding.”

As they reached the top of the stairs, she stopped and gave him a kiss on the cheek, “Sometimes people can surprise you. Thank you for being here with me, I don’t think things would’ve gone nearly so smoothly if you weren’t.”

“It’s my pleasure, Astoria.” Her mouth went dry at the look in his eye and the sincerity in his voice. Still glad he didn’t say that to my dad… especially like that!

“Yep, it’s going to be,” She mumbled up at him as she started pulling him down the corridor. They passed a few doors in a rush until they reached hers. Without any hesitation, she pulled him inside. Her wand was in her hand and silencing the room a moment later. While she appreciated her family’s response to the odd events of the previous day, she had no intention of putting on a show for them. I don’t know if I’d ever be able to live that sort of embarrassment down. And I’d prefer if my father actually liked Harry.

Harry looked around the room curiously, but there would be time for that sort of thing later. Turning him, she pushed up on her toes to pull him into a kiss as she guided him toward her bed. It was wanton and needy, and driven with a carnal desire that she’d never known before. He was sexy and considerate, and after what he’d done for her, intentional or not, she wanted to show him just how much it really meant to her. If it weren’t for the fact that she knew she needed to tell her parents, she already would have done it, probably multiple times, in his bed.

There was a part of her that was almost frightened by just how much she wanted him, but a much bigger part of her wanted nothing more than to lean into it with every bit of herself. When the back of his knees found her mattress, he sat down and she found herself standing over him, though not by much. She threaded her fingers through his dark locks as she deepened the kiss. A surprised whimper escaped her as she felt his hand skim up the back of her thigh and along her bum to the small of her back.

Pulling back, she gave him a naughty look, “We’re overdressed.” With a wave her wand, they were both naked. Though, it was done with far less finesse than he managed the night before as their discarded clothes thumped against the wall. She flushed in embarrassment at that, but it was quickly replaced by need as he sucked one of her stiff nipples into his mouth.

“Oh…” He pulled her down into his lap and she found herself grinding her dripping slit along his already hardened length, “This is… this is supposed to be about you.” His fingers were on her perky bum, tips skimming against her pussy from the back, and it was taking a great deal of willpower not to simply grab a hold of him and slide down.

“Really? Well, don’t let me stop you.” The look in his eye was absolutely thrilling as she slid herself down his body, and ended up between his legs with his imposing length against her cheek. She didn’t have much of any experience doing this sort of thing, and certainly not with someone quite so big, but she wanted to do this for him, to make him feel just as good as he’d made her feel the night before.

Opening her mouth, she stared into his emerald orbs as she took his crown into her mouth. It was a stretch just to get that much in, but she wanted more. His eyes were dark with lust as she began pushing herself down his length. It was a challenge, and she couldn’t even get halfway before she choked on him, but she wasn’t going to be deterred.

His hands found her dark tresses, but not to force her, just to comfort her. Knowing that he wouldn’t make her do anything she couldn’t only made her that much more eager to pleasure him. One of her dainty hands came up to jerk the sizable portion of cockflesh that remained outside of her throat. He groaned, low and needy, as she started working up into a rhythm.

Every noise she pulled from him made her feel lightheaded. It felt wonderful knowing that she was making him feel that way . All of it made her little pussy pulse with its own wanton need. One hand found it’s way to her dripping heat as she kept bobbing steadily on his cock.

Schlick. Schlick. The sounds of her obvious arousal joined her sucking and slurping as she worshipped his shaft.  What she lacked in experience, she tried to make up for with pure enthusiasm. And since she couldn’t handle nearly all of him, she made sure to use everything else she could. Her tongue flicked along the underside of him, paying special attention to the pulsing veins that crisscrossed his skin. Her other hand made sure to work some of her spit into the rest of his length, and she occasionally would dip down to tickle at his hanging bollocks.

“Fuck… that’s perfect.” He told her breathily. Her own plunging fingers were covered in a fresh coating of her arousal at that compliment.

She pulled off with a pop and gave him one long lick along the side of his shaft from his base all the way to the tip. Giggling as his cock throbbed and let out a crystal-clear bead of precum, she gave him a naughty smirk, “You like that?”

“I could die a happy man, right now.” He told her seriously.

“I’d really rather you didn’t. You said something about being part of my future plans this morning… and I’m thinking I’d rather like that.” She’d never seen something quite as sexy as the look on his face when she said that.

Astoria squealed as he grabbed her around the shoulders and pulled her up on top of him. It was so effortless to him as though she weighed nothing. And as much as that was deeply appealing, she wanted to be in control at the moment, “No, this is about you right now. Just lay there and look handsome, while I do all the work.”

It was obvious that he wanted to take control, to ravage her, and she would happily do that… regularly from now on. But right now, she wanted to ride him like the stud he was until he couldn’t take anymore. Pushing up onto her knees, she slotted his weeping cockhead against her entrance and then let her weight drop slow and steady until he was buried in her belly. I think it might be even better the second time.

Their breath hitched as she molded herself against his chest, her soft mounds pressed against his hard muscles. Her snug walls flexed and pulsed as she had a small orgasm. “You’re so bloody deep, Harry. I think I can feel you behind my… unh… behind my belly button.” His hand went to her hip, grabbing her with a bruising grip as he tried to hold her in place, “Oh… you like that don’t you?”

“I fucking love it.” He growled out. The pure need in his voice just made her drip down his shaft. She felt so wonderfully full as she started slowly bouncing on his cock. But she found she didn’t like having even that brief moment of emptiness. She wanted to be as close to him as much as possible.

So, she pushed herself up, leaning back with her hands on his thighs and she started grinding her sex against his groin with every inch of his shaft buried in her sheath. She rutted against him, eyes glassed over in pure bliss as she started driving them both higher and higher. His cock was bathed in her creamy cum as they started sweating with the fervency of their lovemaking.

As those heavenly minutes ticked by, he looked up at her like he was seeing an angel or a goddess. His breath came out heavy and hot, and then he did the most incredible thing she could imagine. His fingertips trailed from her hip over to where they were joined and he pinched her slippery clit between them.

“Oh… yes!” Her body went rigid, and her inner muscles grew impossibly tighter, “So good… don’t stop… don’t stop.” His fingers danced across her clit as she went through an absolutely mind-blowing peak. Her walls fluttered around his shaft as she gripped him impossibly harder. And then it only got better when she felt him grow that little bit bigger inside of her. His chest flushed and the muscle of his arms and neck went tight, then she felt it, so hot and warm, deep inside, “That’s it… fill me up… give me every drop, Harry!”

Falling down against his chest, she kissed at his lower jaw as she gave tiny little bounces to try and coax out the last bits of his orgasm. He let her for a few moments, before it became too sensitive and he held her in place, “If you keep on like that, you’re going to start this all over again.”

Giggling, she kissed against his ear, “Is that a promise?” She wiggled her bum, “Because that sounds pretty good to me.” He pulled her lips to his and pulled her into a fierce kiss. Of course, their fun was interrupted at that moment by a letter slipping beneath her door that came soaring toward her.

Lunch is ready. Don’t take too much longer unless you want mother to come and find you.

Huffing, Astoria accepted that they’d need to wait for round two. As she gave him one more kiss, she couldn’t help but mumble, “Yep, definitely part of my future plans.”

The joyous smile she got in return told her that was almost certainly the right decision.

AN: Hope everyone enjoyed. Thanks for reading!