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Helena is beautiful, intelligent and talented. And the kindest person I know. Merlin only knows why she's interested in me, but she's the best thing that's happened to me in a long time.
I would have much preferred to spend Christmas alone with her, but Dumbledore insisted that the whole Order go to Grimmauld Place, and now I have to put up with Black flirting with her. Disgusting. I would like to crash it, but I hold back.
My attention returns to her when I hear her laughing at something Lupin said, and my gaze falls on her figure.
She has a long dark green dress and a sash of the same color accentuates her waist. The necklace I gave her looks beautiful on her décolleté, a drop-shaped emerald surrounded by 2 small diamonds on the sides, and matches the discreet silver pendants.
I snap back to reality when Black plays some muggle music. It almost hurts to see him singing with Helena, but she is so happy that I don't want to ruin the moment for her. I know how much she likes this singer, Mercury.
The room we find ourselves in is decorated in shades of red and gold, in a pathetic attempt to disguise the ruin of the building, and she stands out like a beacon.
Well, we both do, since I haven't bothered to wear anything festive except a tie with barely noticeable green embroidery. Only because she insisted.
The fact that she is wearing our house colors for some reasons excites me. Leaving our rooms without it was quite an undertaking, I still have the scent of her freshly showered skin in my nose. I have no idea how that witch convinced me to come here, the power she has over me almost scares me. No, that's not true. I know how he convinced me... Sneaky witch, a true Slytherin. Maybe I'll just let her keep the jewels, they look so good on her...
After dinner she, Lupin, Black and Tonks start playing a stupid Muggle game: truth, dare or drink.
Helena looks up at me every now and then and smiles at me. Merlin, I love that smile.
“Your turn, cherie,” Black exclaims.
She looks at him with a challenging smile "dare".
"Kiss the sexiest person in the room".
Suddenly all eyes are on her, and silence falls on the room as they wait to see who she will choose.
I feel the tension building in my stomach, and I grip my cloak in a fist so tight I'm sure my knuckles are white. I told myself it's just a stupid game, I shouldn't care. But I do it. Deeply.
She gets up and walks around the table.
That idiot Black steps in front of her with an arrogant smile. I don't need to see his face to know that.
The idea of her kissing him....I can't even think about it. I should leave.
"Black"
What did I expect? Obviously...
"Can you please move? You're in the way."
She walks past him and heads towards me.
Our eyes meet, and I nod slightly at the question I see in hers.
Apparently it was the permission that she wanted, because the next moment she's sitting on my lap, with her hands gripping the lapels of my shirt, kissing me.
My hands snap to her sides. I need to anchor myself to something, while I feel my brain shutting down.
Her tongue runs over my bottom lip, and I open my mouth to let it in, while one of her hands coming up to grip the hair at the base of my neck.
The stares and noises around us disappear as we kiss, and I can't help but smile as I hear her moan softly. I swallow her moan, pleased that a kiss was enough to make her react that way. She is always so responsive in my care, my beautiful, incredible witch.
My lungs are roaring with the need for oxygen, but I don't want to pull away. I am addicted to her flavor. I'm addicted to her.
Eventually she breaks away, but our foreheads remain attached as we catch our breath.
After a decidedly too short time she gets up. Her hair is disheveled and her face is red, and she's beautiful. And mine.
I can't hold back a smile of pride: that fantastic creature chose me.
As she returns to the table she brushes aside a lock that had fallen on her face.
"Well, I think it's Tonks' turn to turn."