✦ᴀᴍʙɪᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴄᴇ✦ - 𝘚.𝘖.𝘉

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 68

𝕾irius grins to himself, running a hand through his hair as he makes his way towards the Slytherin common room to pick up the girl for their date night they decided to have earlier.

Nervousness and excitement builds up massively in his stomach as he approached at this late hour. He'd just finished setting up everything in the room of requirement, ensuring everything was perfect and the way she'd like it. Anything for his Rory. He clasps the rose firmer in his clammy hand, a small skip in his step, looking forward to just spending some romantic, intimate time with her after she's been working so hard, and they haven't had much time for themselves except the occasional afternoon or when they're sat together in classes.

He chuckles as he spies her waiting up ahead outside of her common room, a glowing cigarette between her lips as she observes an intricate pillar besides her, not yet noticing him. His eyes soak in the black, satin fabric of her dress clinging to her body flawlessly, her spindly frame drowning in her accustomed leather jacket, just like his. Her snowy hair was brushing her mid back in soft ways that made his heart stutter. She's extraordinary.

He approaches slowly behind her, using it to his advantage she's not yet noticed him, placing his hand over her eyes from behind, the rose stuck in between his teeth.

"Oh Mr Filch, i'm flattered but i'm waiting for someone" I voiced, referring to the cold hands covering my vision, a smile tugging at my lips putting out my cigarette and turning around to face him with my hands in his, chuckling at the scowl on his face. He took the rose out of his mouth, narrowing his eyes at me, mumbling,

"As if you'd be that polite to Filch"

"You're right about that, i'd have hexed him into oblivion for coming so close to me, the fool is infatuated with a married cat" I muttered, taking the singular red rose out of his hand and bringing it up to my nose to take a sniff, my eyes sparkling as I looked back up to him, a cheeky grin etching itself on to his face, pointing out,

"You're in love with a dog, may I remind you"

"And don't I pay the price? The smell of wet dog isn't a pleasant odour, Snuffles" I replied, stepping away from him a few steps to take him in as he scoffed, flipping me off playfully. I gathered his appearance, feeling giddy at the handsomeness of this boy once again. All the way from his sleek raven locks to his jean cladded legs, dressed head to toe in black as usual. It was only fitting. He was such a breath of oxygen to me, it was unbelievable.

I opened my mouth to speak again, only for him to rush forward, pressing his finger to my lips to stop me with a sheepish grin,

"I get to speak first, it's the proper way. And might I say, you're absolutely beautiful, mon ange. In fact I must be going into heart failure— oh— oh no—"

"Such a drama queen" I laughed amusedly, resting my tingling palms on his chest as he theatrically made fainting gestures with the back of his hand to his forehead, my eyes rolling playfully at him. He barked out a laugh, edging closer and pressing his lips to my forehead, whispering softly,