Chapter 20.2- Doom Days

 I was drawn from my thoughts as the pitch of the music changed, aqand I and Fleur moved our bodies with it, switching from fast paced movements to a slower waltz as I drew her body even closer to mine. I cooed feel every breath she took, every beat of her heart clashed against mine until we began to breath in unison just as we moved in unison, just as our heart eventually began to beat in unison two halves of one greater, beautiful whole. The music came to an end far too quickly for my tastes, and from hr pursed lips, I could tell the thought was the same in Fleur’s mind. We just stood there for a second that stretched for an eternity, still, unmoving, in each other’s arms. The music had stopped and the rest of the world had faded away with it. I only had eyes for her eyes, and then those eyes dipped down to her lips. I felt euphoria unlike anything I’d felt before, and foolishly, rashly, I lowered my guard for a second.

I could almost not tell when I began kissing her, just as I could not tell which one of us had closed those precious inches that had separated us. I had barely enough control to pull back before the kiss became even deeper. I saw the disappointment in her eyes, and the ache they brought to my chest almost made me scowl before I tightened my grasp on my occlumency. I had no idea how her allure had gotten around it, but that wouldn’t be happening again.

The rest of the world came into focus, and now I could see the every eye was fixed on us. The other champions were already well on their way towards the table, and I led her to join them, plastering a simple smile on my face.

“What’s wrong?” She whispered in my ears but I did not trust myself to speak now. My heart was still bating at a million beats a second and I was undoubtedly flushed from the kissing. I turned to flash her a smile to assuage her worries as we walked towards the table. The same table that contained a man that I did not recognise, but whose identity I didn’t need to be a genius to figure out from the way he was glaring daggers into me. That was the look of a man who wanted to protect his daughter. A daughter that I had just kissed before the whole world. That would be on the front page of the daily prophet, undoubtedly.

He wasn’t the only one at the table but I couldn’t turn my head to look at the others while we were locked in our impromptu staring contest. We had almost reached the table by the time he turned to fix his daughter with a look of her own, but Fleur bore the attention with a smile, only tightening her grip on my arm as a reaction. A reaction that her father did not miss.