Circa July 1995:

MALFOY VILLA (SOUTH OF FRANCE):

The water shimmered beneath the moonlit sky.

The soft heat was attracted to the pool that Artemis and Draco floated in. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, whilst he effortlessly held her up.

The two were basking in the summer atmosphere, distancing themselves from the daunting vibes that they had endured during their previous school year at Hogwarts.

Cedric was never too far from her mind, Artemis often saw him in her dreams, and then sometimes he would torment her nightmares. Yet another person she had lost, only to see them in her subconscious, whether she allowed it or not.

Draco helped her come out of her daydreams, whether it was through poetry or a simple fairytale.

They had been residing in the south of France, along with his parents for the summer.

The couple had been celebrated by Lucius and Narcissa, after all, this was the first time they had seen the two together; so devoted to the other. Young and sweet.

It reminded them of how they used to be and how sometimes, for small moments they still were. Sometimes being young and innocent was all that they could ask for, or even hope for. But they knew that hope breeds eternal misery.

Something they did not have to look far to find.

Artemis pressed a chaste kiss to her boyfriend's lips, taking him by surprise, but he grinned down at her and returned the gesture.

The water continued to drift around them, soothing the couple with its soft waves and silent melodic movements.

The two preferred swimming during the nighttime to sleeping. There was something about the water that calmed them and allowed them to disassociate from life; The cruel reality they would soon have to face.

But until then, they floated around, clinging to each other as if they wouldn't survive if they didn't.

"I wish we could stay here for longer," Draco murmured after kissing her collarbone.

She smiled at him, "We could sleep out here." she offered, her eyes trailed over his face, noting how much he had changed in only a month, he was starting to look more manly, more mature, nothing like the boy he was in their fourth year.

They had both changed, physically and emotionally.

They seemed perfectly imperfect, causing their souls to dance as one, never battling only swaying in a soft motion.

It was clear to those who surrounded them that they were meant to be, which only made their parents silently plan their engagement sooner rather than later.

He sheepishly shook his head. "Not like that, I just want to say here, with you," he said softly, staring directly into her eyes, "forever."

She flushed at his proclamation, "Really?"

He huffed out a chuckle, "Why would I lie about that?" he senselessly tugged her closer, so that her legs tightened around his waist.

"Because you'd get bored."

"Of you?" he asked, his eyes furrowed after watching her nod timidly, he caught the vulnerability clinging to her tone. Something he only ever heard in himself, rarely Artemis. Draco shook his head, "never, my mind would forbid something so unimaginable."

"Oh really?" she asked teasingly, feeling satisfied with his words.

"Yes really." they laughed softly, before he added, "you're my everything."

Those words uplifted her spirit and sparked a fire inside her, she only hoped would never be put out.

He grinned at the enamoured smile that sat on her lips. What he meant was true, she is his everything.

Her fingers curled into his hair, and he sighed in contentment at the feeling, "What about Blaise?" she wondered aloud.

"He's my brother," he replied instantly.

"Daph?"

"My sister."

"And little Theo?" she questioned and his eyes shone with amusement.

"An annoying little sibling or a pet." they both laughed, a bit too loud. They were slightly scared that his parents would wake up, "but you're my everything," he repeated, pressing his lips to hers.

This time the kiss wasn't chaste or passionate.

It was something else. They poured all of their adoration and devotion they could feel and shared it between them.

The moonlight shifted its focus and streamed over them, lighting up their union with all the tenderness and affection in the world.

"You're my everything," she mumbled against his lips after pulling away.

"Good to know," he whispered, staring deeply into her eyes. He had always loved the way her brown pools would dance within the whites that surrounded them.

Her voice snapped him out of his trance, "I love your hair like this." she complimented his platinum locks that had grown a lot over the summer.

It covered his grey, stormy eyes. Which Lucius loathed but chose to not speak on as he had other issues he prioritised, that only his wife knew about.

Draco snorted, "Wet?"

"Long." she deadpanned and continued to play with his hair, whilst hers was up in a slick bun, not wanting the chlorine to ruin it.

He winced she tugged on it and only held onto her tighter, "I need to cut it soon."

"Don't."

"I don't want father chastising me," he replied in a hushed tone, merely shooting a glance to the homely building behind them, worried that his parents were awake to hear him.

She nodded understandingly, "Fine, but I'll cut it for you." she instantly noticed the way he tensed, "what? I'm great with a pair of scissors."

"That's what scares me," he murmured as a smirk tugged at his lips.

She rolled her eyes, "Oh shut up, you've let me cut your hair before."

"Out of fear."

Her eyes narrowed onto him, "Liar."

"Fine. it might've been out of something else," he said absentmindedly.

"What?"

A genuine smile graced his lips, "You know what."

She shrugged, "Haven't got the slightest clue."

She watched him deliberate his next words, waiting in anticipation, wondering what he could've meant. She had an inkling but feared that she might be wrong.

But to Draco, the three little words tossed around in his mind, clinging to his tongue, waiting for him to say them.

His emotions screamed at him, begged him to declare everything he had been feeling for her since the moment he knew what love meant.

Then after half an eternity, he took a sharp breath.

"Out of love my darling." the words rolled off his tongue effortlessly which startled her. He knew that it was now or never.

She swallowed nervously, "D —"

"You don't have to say it, not if you aren't ready," he reassured her, aware that she had trouble even uttering the words to her mother, ever since Ezekiel passed away. Nonetheless, Draco still said them, knowing that there was no other feeling that he could describe what he felt for Artemis Joelle Seramore, "but I just want you to know that I love you."

His tone was soft and comforting, something that made her heart swell and burst out of its chest.

She let out a shaky breath, and her body trembled around him, "I feel it," she told him quietly, "I just can't say it yet," she said avoiding his eyes, scared that she had hurt him.

After all, the last person she uttered the adoring words to, passed away soon after. She was scared that history would somehow repeat itself.

The feeling that coursed through his body was something indescribable, he was just glad that she had felt the same. That she loves him and he loves her, whether or not she says it.

He chuckled joyfully, pulling her to his chest, swinging them around ecstatically under the stars, making her laugh as well.

The water sloshed around, but they couldn't hear it, only allowing themselves to hear the joy that they created around them.

When he settled them, he noticed the tears forming in her eyes, happy tears of course, but he still wiped them away, "Don't cry, you'll say it when you're ready. I'm just glad that you feel it or I wouldn't be doing my job as a great boyfriend." he proclaimed confidently.

Artemis playfully rolled her teary eyes, you are a great boyfriend, she thought before responding, "Just know my love for you goes beyond the stars." she whispered, burning her eyes into his.

Neither noticed how the stars winked down at them.

He choked, "You love me that much?" he asked hesitantly, worried that she would say no, but she nodded rapidly.

He had never felt this happy in his life.

"I do because we're beyond the stars," she exclaimed with a wide smile, pressing her forehead to his.

"We're beyond the stars darling."

***

Wednesday, July 28th:

Since summer started, Theo had been staying with the Zabinis, as he still wasn't comfortable being around his parents, but he had started to talk to them. The Notts had been building their relationship with their son, but things still weren't the same, nevertheless, they were trying.

Daphne would be joining them at the beginning of August, being accompanied by her sister; Astoria, since she and Theo had been writing letters to each other, without anyone knowing.

Well, everyone apart from Blaise, who was aware of the little affair, but kept it to himself... for a few days until he told his beloved girlfriend after she persuaded him in her letters.

So far, this summer had been full of love and affection.

Today the sun was shining brightly. Not one cloud in the sky.

So Narcissa thought it was a great idea to have their dinner outside, sitting against the chestnut chairs, whilst their food was being held up by the square table.

There were four places set, however, one place was left vacant. Lucius had to go back to England on business, leaving in the middle of the night, only saying a swift goodbye to his wife and causing a familiar feeling of neglect in his son's chest.

Artemis sat next to her boyfriend, whilst he sat opposite his mother.

The Malfoy's always seemed to dress in dark colours despite the summer heat, however, Draco wore a black short-sleeved shirt and knee lengthed shorts of the same colour. His emerald necklace was tucked away but left an imprint on his attire.

Narcissa wore a flowy floor-length summer dress; black of course, which complimented her hair that contained platinum stripes.

Artemis's physique was concealed by a dark sundress that cut off at her thighs.

Draco absolutely adored it.

"Honestly Draco you need to cut your hair," Narcissa commented after digesting her bite of salmon.

She caught the various times he had to comb his hand through his locks. She couldn't help but observe everyone around her. It was one of her most noticeable traits. Her oldest sister often disliked it, despite doing it herself.

Draco groaned and sat back in his chair, he went to respond but his girlfriend beat him to it, "I've offered to do it but he doesn't trust me." she spoke, pretending to be hurt, which made him roll his eyes.

"I never said that," he said, his eyes darted between his mother and Artemis, knowing they were likely to team up against him, "I'm just worried that you might accidentally cut me." he pointed out.

Artemis gasped and placed her fork next to her scallops, "So you don't trust me with scissors?"

"Especially if you're in a bad mood," he muttered.

Narcissa watched the couple in fondness, she couldn't help but wish that her close friend was still here and how Ezekial would've loved to witness their union.

But she knew she mustn't live in the past or that would just trouble her.

"Just let her to it," she said directly at her son, who slumped in his chair, wearing a defeated look.

Artemis grinned, "Thank you, Aunt Cissy."

Narcissa let out a small laugh, "You're welcome Arty." she then turned to Draco, "your father has told me to tell you that he will be very busy this year so you will spend Christmas with Celly and Lia."

Artemis smiled at the both of them, happy about the news, despite the holiday being a sore memory for her.

Draco nodded stiffly, "Great." he mumbled, although he was grateful that his godparents could take him in, as well as spend more time with the girl he is in love with, but he couldn't help but wonder what his father was doing, "any clue on what he was doing?"

"Work, important work." his mother responded, shifting in her chair, an action that both of the teens noticed but didn't comment on.

"Oh, where will you spend Christmas mum?" Draco didn't like the idea of his mother being alone, especially on Christmas day.

"With him."

"I hope you two have a nice time." Artemis sent her aunt a smile, aware that wasn't the full story, however, didn't want to further Narcissa's discomfort.

"We will Arty," Narcissa said, plastering on a smile that never met her eyes.

Draco cleared his throat and shuffled closer to the table, "So mum tell us about what you've been getting up to."

"I spoke to Celly about her partner as well as Lia's."

Artemis hummed, listening to every word.

Narcissa continued recalling the events of her conversations with her best friends, "I wonder if this Elijah person would be able to keep up with Lia. I know they cannot die, but surely she'll find a way if he breaks her heart." she laughed to herself, causing her son to crack a smile.

Artemis nodded along.

"Tell me more about occlumency mum, I think Arty was going to study that soon," Draco spoke cooly, "Isn't that right darling?" he asked turning to his girlfriend.

"Yes," Artemis smiled.

Narcissa mirrored her expression,"Well if you are going to be studying occulmens, you also need to understand legilimens as well..."

***

Sunday, August 1st:

DRACO'S ROOM (SOUTH OF FRANCE)

Artemis sat on the floor, before his bed, reading one of her books, whilst actively trying to ignore her boyfriend, who loved to annoy her. She wished she had stayed in her room, but he had thrown her over his shoulder and carried her to his room instead.

"Should've stayed in my room," she said and flipped a page of her book.

"Yeah yeah," he mockingly raised his hands, making her roll her eyes, "what are you doing now?" he nodded to the book she was reading.

"Reading up on petronuses." or at least trying to, she thought and placed the open book on the bed, and kneeled close to it, her eyes raked over the pages.

"Why?" Draco often wondered how much information could be stored in her pretty little mind, after all, she managed to create a spell to settle her nightmares this summer.

Although she couldn't try it out, due to her being an underage witch, she still succeeded. He knew that she occasionally had nightmares about Cedric. Hell, even Draco did sometimes, seeing the way he laid lifelessly on the quidditch pitch, was enough to make him stop playing, But he wouldn't, he loved the sport too much, especially because Quidditch was now starting up again this year.

Artemis sighed, "Because I want to know more about mine."

"You have one?" he asked, shock written across his face.

She stared at him with a blank expression, "Everyone does."

He scoffed and scooted closer to her, "I know. But how did you out what yours is?"

"Professor Lupin." Artemis only realised how much she missed him, teaching at Hogwarts. He seemed like one of the few professors who didn't hold a bias toward Slytherin students.

"What is it then?" he waited expectantly for her response.

Her expressionless face contorted into smugness, "Guess."

"Just tell me," he whined as he picked up the book she was reading, careful not to lose her page after seeing her narrowing eyes.

"Nope." she shook her head.

Her shoulders slumped slightly, "A clue?"

She pondered for a moment, clicking her tongue, before she replied, "it relates to my name."

"A doe," Draco said instantly, before laughing at the way her jaw dropped, which ultimately confirmed his suspicions.

She was taken back at how quickly he concluded her petronus, "How did you figure that out so fast?"

"I love you," he answered in a matter-of-fact tone, that only made her smile sheepishly, "and I love everything about you, that's why it was easy to guess."

"Oh." she really didn't know what to say.

He flicked her forehead, "Doughnut."

"Shut up." she swatted his hand away, and they both chuckled, before interlocking hands.

"But I would want to find out what mine is," he murmured, curious to discover what his petronus would be.

Although his boggart was obvious... his father. He wished that Lupin also taught him how to conjure up one, even though he disliked the teacher.

"I'll teach you."

He squinted at her, "We can't use magic."

"I know that," she rolled her eyes, then flicked his forehead, before he swatted her available hand away, "doughnut," it was his turn to roll his eyes, "but I can just tell you how to conjure up one." she offered a solution.

"Go on then."

She raised a brow, pursing her lips at his attitude, "Say please."

He inhaled sharply, "Please."

When Artemis felt that his pleading was sufficient, she started their orthodox lessons, "You have to think of happy thoughts."

"So it's inspired by peter pan," he asked with a playful glint in his eyes.

She huffed out a laugh, "Basically, if you want to think about it like that." she remembered that Daphne had a similar learning style, where she would compare various information to fictional things.

He nodded to himself, "So happy thoughts... any in particular?" he cocked his head to the side.

"Your happiest moments."

"How many did you think of?" he tugged her onto the bed, whilst simultaneously moving the book to the side. Her legs were folded, whilst his were spread around her.

"As many as I could muster up, the strongest ones help," she advised.

"Was I in any of yours?" he wondered aloud and she nodded with a small smile, recalling the special moments that flashed through her mind when she conjured up her petronus.

"A few," she admitted, embracing the teasing smirk that etched its way onto his face.

"Oh really?"

"Yes really."

"Okay, tell me more."

***

Friday, August 13th:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

To: Miss A. Seramore
Bedroom in the Malfoy villa
South of France
Dear Miss Seramore,

                                                We are pleased to inform you that you have been selected to be to serve as Prefect for Slytherin House. Your school record shows that you have exhibited quick thinking in stressful situations, the ability to lead others and that ambition as well as the determination that Slytherins have been lauded for.

                                               We are certain that you will continue to be a model for your peers and will take your new responsibilities seriously. Enclosed please find your Prefect Badge, which should be worn on your school robes or jackets at all times. Congratulations!

Sincerely,

Severus Snape

Head of Slytherin House

***

DRACO'S ROOM:

So not only Artemis was selected as a prefect, but Draco was as well. Perhaps it was due to being Snape's favourites or because they were usually at the top of their classes, along with Nevile and Hermoine.

Artemis raked her hand through her boyfriend's hair that she cut a few days ago, "You know we get our own rooms this year?" she questioned, with a sly smirk.

She had her legs draped over his lap, whilst he played with the necklace that hung from her neck.

"We do, don't we?" they exchanged a knowing look before she looked away."Blaise will spend his time in your old room with Daph." Draco added.

"Theo will have the boy's room to himself."Artemis continued, "or with Astoria." she muttered, but she heard it clear as day.

He stared up at her, chuckling as he did so, "You know about that?"

She joined in and began to snicker, "Yes, how did you know?"

"Blaise."

"Of course." she shook her head, although her smile didn't fade. She had been writing to Blaise, Daphne and Theo as often as she could, wondering how they've been and how she couldn't wait to see them again, "And where will you be this year?"

"With you." Draco couldn't help but pull her closer.

She pressed a chaste kiss to his lips, "Good." she paused, "But we aren't the only prefects..." she trailed off.

"Who else?"

"Mum found out that Parkinson is one too," she added bitterly.

Neither Draco nor Artemis had talked about the events of their third year since it happen, wanting to put his mistakes in the past. Even when Pansy tried speaking to them both during fourth year, they continued to act as if nothing happened.

But if the Parkinson witch was going to be a prefect this year, along with them and a few others, it would obviously create an awkward atmosphere.

Draco scrunched his face up in confusion, "How does she know?"

"Don't question Seramore woman."

"Noted," he paused, "But how-"

"She can be very persuasive." Artemis sighed when she caught his inquisitive look, "She has connections and Klaus has ways to blackmail the school board."

He quickly digested this information, "So he is useful."

"Very." Artemis hadn't realised how much the Mikaelsons were growing on her.

Occasionally, she and Klaus would write to each other, he would inform her about her mother, whenever Celeste would be busy to do so and Artemis would tell him about her studies.

But she continued to be adamant that she didn't like him.

Draco nervously scratched the back of his neck, before contemplating telling her something else he remembered, knowing the news will irritate her "And I have something to tell you, now that we're on the subject of Parkinson," he instantly felt her tense up, making him regret even speaking.

"What?" Artemis asked after a minute.

Her mind instantly flashed back to third year and how everything went wrong for them.

He broke her trust and her heart... momentarily. And although he has mended it, she can't help but think he will do it again.

"Nothing bad. Darling, I swear." He responded instantly noticing the panic flashing through her eyes.

She swallowed the knot forming in her throat, "Okay..."

"She has been writing to me," she went to move off his lap, but he held her in place, "I've been ignoring her." he quickly informed her, making Artemis let out a sigh of relief, "But she wants to apologise to both of us when we get back to school."

She scoffed, "Why?"

Draco rubbed his thumbs over her sides, successfully calming her down, "She needs to confess something but I stopped reading and threw them away."

"Oh."

"Yeah." he muttered, then stared up at her, sensing her inner turmoil, "Arty, you know I would never leave you."

She dragged her eyes back to his face, seeing the timid yet sincere smile on his lips, "I know, I just think about it sometimes." she admitted.

"I will never leave or hurt you again." he proclaimed, rather confidently.

"Promise," she whispered, holding up her pinky.

He mirrored her action, "Promise."

***

Saturday, August 14th:

The news of Harry Potter nearly getting expelled travelled fast around the wizarding world.

According to Rita Skeeter, the chosen one reportedly used underage magic outside of school. Draco would've been ecstatic if he knew that Harry was expelled, but many of his peers suspected that he wouldn't be.

Whether it was Gryffindor's luck or just bias.

Regardless of that, Draco and artemis were determined to spend the last summer days relaxing, knowing that the school year would be drastically different.

Between the news that the Dark Lord had returned and the death eaters were on a rise, as well as the ministry cooking up a media storm, everything will eventually turn to utter chaos.

There had been a lot of chatter that there would be a new professor this year and judging from past experiences Artemis was not looking forward to meeting them.

The only exemption from this is of course Professor Lupin as he seemed to be the most relatable and joyous wizard she had met in a while, even though she was aware he was holding on to a rather dark and beastly secret, she liked him regardless.

Artemis also knew that the Divine group would start up again this year, but if a change in authority would threaten the operation, she would have to find a solution to the problem very quickly.

***

DRACO'S BEDROOM:

Draco and Artemis were sitting in the former's room...correction he was beside on top of her, his head was resting between her lap whilst she combed her hand through his hair, something he had loved.

It almost put him to sleep and the fact that they would have their individual dormitories and bathrooms this year was a bonus. They knew they would have to take their new prefect roles seriously, due to their reputations, both in and outside of their families.

"I can't wait for quidditch training," Artemis spoke up, bringing them both out of their comfortable silence. "I missed flying."

Draco hummed against her stomach, "Can't wait to win for another consecutive year." his voice was muffled, "And the house cup."

"Definitely."

Slytherin had been on top for a while, so they needed to keep up their perfect record.

"Do you know it's Marcus's last year?" Draco asked tiredly, attempting to glance up at the witch but failing.

Artemis's high spirit deflated slightly at the mention of one of her mentors graduating soon, "And most of the team's."

"It's sad, but I know our team has many reserves and I thought you said that Blaise wanted to try out?"

"Not until next year." Artemis couldn't wait to have her cousin on the team. She hoped nothing would stop her from playing in her sixth year.

She loved to channel all her energy into the sport. Because it made her feel satisfied and calm, it also allowed her to focus on her academics.

"Can't believe we've been at Hogwarts for almost 5 years."

Artemis smiled when the various memories flashed through her mind. Whenever she thought of the school she made sure the positive and happy memories pushed through, because she knew how many daunting thoughts would make themselves apparent.

She hummed, "What do you think this year will be like?"

"A mess as always." Artemis could hear the annoyance in his tone. Draco was only still forcing himself to go to school because that's where his friends were his family.

So he will continue to complain, but he won't leave, not unless he's forced to.

"Especially with the Divine Group starting up again," Artemis muttered, then he instantly snapped his head towards her, sitting up and staring directly at her.

She looked at him in confusion, waiting for him to speak, "So you'll be around those Hufflepuff's again?" he sounded more disgusted than angry. Although he wasn't referring to all of them, she knew he had a level of disdain targeted at one of them.

She tossed her head back against his headboard, "You can say his name."

He scoffed, "No."

"Dr —"

"Nope." he shook his head childishly and settled his hands on either side of her waist, whilst towering over her form.

In all honestly, Artemis liked this position, she couldn't help but love the anger that flickered through his iris'.

"Iziah made it clear he doesn't like me anymore," she informed him, but that didn't provide him much comfort.

Draco rolled his eyes, believing it to be a lie, "He's lying."

"And why is that?" she asked, very amused.

He sat up, maintaining their eye contact.

"Because have you seen yourself?" he gestured to between her face, then cupped her cheeks, making butterflies fly around in her stomach, "how could anyone not?" he whispered as his eyes bore into hers.

"Like you?"

He nodded, not taking his eyes off of her, "Especially me."

He crashed his lips into hers, their kiss was extremely heated. She snaked her arms around his neck, whilst his hands travelled down to her waist.

She squealed against his lips. He settled her on his lap and pulled her closer, panting as the kiss was enticed with passion.

Luckily for him, she wore another sundress, one of his favourites, that enunciated her curves.
Both of their bodies over the years had grown more defined due to vigorous quidditch practices.

Draco went to pull off his vest so utterly in love with the girl in front to him, but all that came to a halt.

Why? Because the sound of his door being opened made them jump away from each other.

Narcissa strolled up, her eyes widened at their dishevelled states, her son's lips were swollen and vest creased, meanwhile, Artemis's summer dress was riled up and a few of her kinky curls seemed to be out of place.

Neither of the teens dared to speak up first, waiting for the older witch to do the honours.

Narcissa cleared her throat, trying to get over her initial shock, I will definitely tell the girls about this, she made a mental note, "Has your mother had that talk with you yet?"

Her question was directed at her goddaughter, who looked like a dear in headlights.

"Mum," Draco whined and dragged his hands over his face.

"Hush," she waved over her son, as her gaze was still on the younger witch, "Artemis?"

Artemis shifted uncomfortably, "Yes she has." she managed to respond, avoiding eye contact with the Malfoy witch.

Narcissa let out a sigh of relief, "Good because I had the same one with Draco back when he told you-"

Draco groaned loudly, alerting his mother's attention, "Mum please leave."

"Be nice Draco," Narcissa scolded her child with a teasing smile before she turned to the younger witch, "and be safe."

Draco grumbled in embarrassment and Artemis's cheeks heated up, as they watched her leave, presumably going to tell the entire family about what had happened.

Artemis awkwardly turned to her boyfriend, "Well that was certainly..."

"Something."

"Yeah," she couldn't help but laugh, causing a small smile to tug at his lips until he eventually joined in.

Times like this are when they wished they could use magic outside of school; to lock their doors or even silence their rooms, to prevent these situations from happening.

After a while, Artemis started writing a few letters to not just Klaus but his son as well, since the two had got recently acquainted when her mother sent a verbal letter through the mail, which not only contained Celeste's voice but Klaus and Marcel's as well.

So Artemis wanted to make an effort, believing that life was too short. Cedric was an example of that...as well as her father.

Draco was too busy reading one of his favourite fairytales, whilst biting into a green apple.

Artemis thought he look cute when he was concentrating. He appeared to have a childlike glee shining through his eyes.

As she continued to scan the room something odd caught her eye. Her gaze narrowed onto one of his drawers, which wasn't closed properly. So she got off the bed, gently placed her parchment and quill down and strolled over to the chest of drawers. Draco seemed to be engrossed in his book to notice the bed shift.

Artemis's would've gaped open if she was surprised but the moment she discovered her one of her favourite books in his possession.

"Darling," she called out, turning around to face him with the book in hand.

"Mmm." he hmmed and didn't bother looking up.

"Why do you have my this?"

That was when his eyes dragged from the fairytale to his irritated girlfriend who held up the book.

He smirked and turned a page, "I wanted to read it."

"Without my permission."

"What's mine is yours, or whatever those love obsessed buffoons say." he shot her a wink and made his way over to her.

She kissed her teeth, "You're aware that you're a love obsessed buffoon," she gasped when he took it from her grasp, "But give it back, it's one of my favourite," she reached out her hands, but he held them down effortlessly.

"That's why I took it." To annoy you.

"Arse."

Draco backed her up against the nearby wall, "You love me."

She playfully rolled her eyes, "Still an arse."

He shrugged, "Deal with it."

"Are you gonna be this annoying during school?" she questioned, eyeing up his bare chest and subtly biting down on her lower lip, an action that caused his smirk to broaden.

"Of course."

He then stepped back with a teasing grin, letting go of her hands and backing away, " give it back," she yelled when he ran over to the door and swung it open.

"You'll have to catch me first!"

***

a/n:
"Born to die" by Lana del ray seems like it fits the Seramore's.

summer chapters are so cute omg. draco and artemis moments make me feel alone. yes,

i loved writing narcissa.

theo and astoria??? like or nah (they aren't together btw, I'm still debating who i want him to be with)

what could pansy want to say to arty and draco?

artemis is still dealing with cedric's death and you'll see hints of that in the future chapters. there will even be a chapter dedicated to him.

little marcel x arty friendship/ sibling thing?? they haven't met, but since they know their parents are dating, they might as well talk. also what do you think about artemis slowly warming up to the mikaelsons?

little spoiler for this act... the Christmas chapter as well as the flashback one will reveal a lot and make you cry.