Oh, Ophelia | Tom Riddle

Piano Man

Ophelia pressed her lips to his and immediately he pulled her closer to him, holding the small of her back.

Andrew held the side of her face and moved his lips against hers effortlessly, he pulled away breathlessly, and watched as those beautiful golden eyes fluttered open,

"You taste like honey," he breathed, not letting her go, they were in his apartment, he had just played for her on his piano, "You know, if I had known you would kiss me after I played for you I would have done it much sooner."

"What was that song called?" She asked,

"Rose," he said,

"That's my name," she said,

"What can I say, you inspire me." He said, and Ophelia thought she might like to die.

"You flatter me, darling," she said,

"Can I kiss you again?" He asked,

"Of course," she said, and his lips were on hers again, passionately, like he couldn't get enough of her, and then she felt him unbuttoning her blouse, "I'm not that kind of girl," she said,

"I told you I'm generous," he said, kissing down her neck, "Let me show you how generous I can be, not that I wouldn't want to make love to you, but I want that to be special," she was set on his sofa as he undid her blouse to see the satin bra beneath,

Then he was directly in front of her and pushed her skirt up,

"Matching," he said, and she nodded, Before he kissed her on the underwear, pulling it off slowly, "Enjoy this."

—

"I think I'm in love," said Andrew as he sat with his best mate, Alexius, in a bar,

"Because you enjoyed eating a witch out?" He asked, "When am I going to meet her anyways? Or it Rose just a figment of your imagination?"

"Don't even joke." Said Andrew,

"So what's so special about her?"

"She's so classy and elegant,"

"And you just want her to sit on your face?" Asked Alexius,

"In a word, yes." Said Andrew, "And I don't know I just like the way she calls me darling."

"So you love her because..."

"She's intelligent, she makes me feel special, she makes me feel good about myself, when she smiles at you you feel like you could do anything." Said Andrew, "Her eyes are like melted gold. Like nothing I've ever seen."

"She is beauty, she is grace,"

"Did I mention she is from London?"

"Well that explains it. Just don't let this be like the last time." Said Alex, and Andrew looked down, that was a time in his life he'd rather not revisit.

"So do you want to come ring shopping with me or not, because her best friend intimidates me."

"Sure, mate."

—

Ophelia pulled the cookies out of the oven, and set the pans on the table. She started taking them off with a spatula, When suddenly she heard the crack of apparation.

She jumped a little bit and turned to see Grindelwald sitting at her kitchen table clapping slowly.

"Well done." He said, "Been here only a month too. Absolutely remarkable job."

"What do you want?" She asked, putting all the cookies into cooling racks,

"A cookie,"

"They need to cool. If you use magic they get too dry," she said, continuing to place each one onto the rack,