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𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐭. - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐮𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐬.

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Fiona found herself in a rather unfortunate situation. She was uncomfortably pressed on a wall, from none other than her lovely fiancé.

For future explanation, let's head back in time.

Just after dinner, Fiona casually took a plate brimley full of food. Today's main dish was stew with chicken drumsticks.

Absolutely not her favorite, getting to taste nothing but blandness. She inwardly missed the home cooked meals from her mom. The Indian food she would make would always taste after difference spices, making it tasteful.

Even though the witch got many weird looks from her surroundings, she continued and was on her way to open the heavy entrance door.

But someone beat her to it.

Lestrange held open the door, right behind him the whole gang set. Grinning at her.

She looked at them, the boys just stared back. It was like a staring contest, the first one looking away, losing.
Evan came to her rescue and dragged her out of the hall while slinging his arm around her neck.

One of the boys asked, marvel lacing their voice.

"Are you taking this for Rana?"

Distracted to give a verbal answer, too focused on balancing the plate without any stew falling down. She just hummed in response.

After all, she promised the Black heiress something to eat and if there was anything that she honored more than anything— it was her word.

Baxter couldn't hold his tongue and commented.
"You do know, that you could have gone to the kitchen without raising any tumult from the others?"

Fiona, for the sake of her mental health, ignored him. But if it just were that easy to ignore someone annoying as Mulciber. He started to poke her side, which became quite painful because he only went for the same spot.

"Don't ignore me!" sounding like a brat, he exclaimed out outraged.

Ares nudged Rosier away from her other side, replacing him, a boyish smile appeared on his handsome face. And to her absolute displeasure, he began to imitate Baxter.

Now she had both males on her sides, irritating the fuck out of her. Breathing out calmly, her voice echoed into the hallways.

"If both of you don't instantly remove your damn fingers, I'm gonna do it for you, however they won't be in one piece!"

Smiling sweetly, she gazed over them. They promptly stopped, but decided to pick on her hair. The female could hear the snickering of others around her.

A growl escaped her mouth. She really did try to warn them, but hey if they wanna play— let's play.

The hand which wasn't occupied with holding the plate, discreetly made a gesture for a wandless jinx.

It made Mulciber and Avery trip and like dominos they felt face front down. As they tried to stand up, they couldn't move their body. It was like they were glued to the ground.

Everyone around them stopped, watching the group with interest.

Fiona kneeled down on their level, petting their head.

"Guys, why won't you stand up?" her tone dunked in mischief. Barely holding in her giggle, she crooned out."You are embarrassing us."

The witch could hear a murmur, decipher it as something like: Eat shit and die!

She pretended to hear something else, putting on an insecure facial expression. "Are you sure? You want me to step on you?"

Both tried to shake their heads in denial, only to look more foolish.

Lestrange, Malfoy and Rosier observed the scene with amusement twinkling in their eyes.
Surprisingly, it was Nott, who decided to be the adult in this situation and put an end to the fiasko.

Marcius took out his wand and freed the boys from the spell. Fiona responded with an alarmed look on her face. Inwardly deciding that it was time to be on her way. For her own safety.

Abraxas rapidly catchend on, to what she was about to do, tightly grabbed her waist, whispering into her ear.

"Come to my room, after you are finished," pointedly looking at the plate. "with this!"

She could only imagine what he wanted from her, deciding to be obedient for once, the female quickly nodded her head in agreement. And took off running.

Reaching the Slytherin common room, Fiona went straight to the stairs. In a haste, she climbed them up and arrived at the girls dorm, while almost tripping herself but could avoid any unpleasant meeting with the floor.

The witch headed straight to her room and went into it, closing with a toneless thud.

She placed the plate on Rana's side of the desk and sank into her comfortable bedding.

Why would I do that?

Her thoughts went crazy, but one thing was for sure— she didn't regret anything. It was crystal clear that they will get back on her.

But it sure as hell felt soo good at that moment, not thinking straight, merely in mind how to abase them.

She sighed out, making her mentally prepared for the next confrontation.

Before she could knock, it opened from inside and she got pulled into.

The hand which dragged her in, was from none other than Abraxas.

Who was pressing her on the wall, gripping both of her hands, bringing it over her head. While his other hand pulled her waist closer. Fiona was pressed against him, feeling each other's heart beat. Breathing in his cologne.

The witch was about to curse him and demand to let go immediately. But he beat her to it. Closing the last millimeters of distance, he sealed her mouth with his. Kissing her like a starving man eating his final meal.

The barrier she so carefully built between them, gradually began to crumble. Transforming into dust. She could formally feel her sanity leaving. With that her ability to form racional thoughts.

Abraxas, suddenly loosened his hold on her hands and insteadly went for her neck, gripping her throat in a brushing grip.

That gave her the last jerk, driving her crazy, she moaned into the kiss. Which he responds by tightening his grip on her.
Overwhelmed with hormones, she couldn't think straight, it clouded her mind. Her hands went to his broad shoulders, slinging her hands around his neck just to press him closer as he already was.

He regarded her with an almost depraved possessiveness. Obsession glimmering in his eyes, his fascination didn't reach any borders. He became entranced by the rise and fall of her chest, her breaths ragged and erratic. Lips slowly making its way down to her collarbone with sloppy kisses.

The sounds of her, nearly breathless and panting, had him on the last threads of control. How lewd. Her breast smugly pressed against him, so that he could feel her hardened nipples. Merlin— She was driving him insane.

Slowly Fiona could feel herself go lightheaded, feeling like drowning since she didn't get any oxygen into her system.

Trying to push her fiancé away, hardly worked any wonders. He was too deep in his carnival desires.
Mind too foggy to notice anything.

Seeing no other option, she lifted her leg and kicked him between his legs. Finally letting her go, the pain was too excruciating to think about anything else.
He groaned deeply in agony, looking at her like a wounded puppy. With accusations in his eyes.

Gasping for air, her hand went to her throat, still feeling his grip on her. Getting back her control to breathe, she avoided looking him into his eyes. Reality washing of her, now fully grasping a certain understanding of the situation. She voluntarily kissed him back.

Fiona brought a hand over her lips, still tasting him on her mouth. She couldn't lie to herself anymore— it felt damn good. He literally took her breath away.

She decided to get herself focused on something else. Meanwhile taking the room into a more detailed inspection, she recognized the room as the same one she firstly woke up in. That night her life forever changed, in every thinkable aspect.

The room was more spacious than a normal school dorm should have been. A king sized bed was placed in the middle, an antique table which looked quite expensive was right across the cabinet full of books.

There was clear interest written in Fiona's eyes as she took a closer look at those books, a feeling in her told her there was something she overlooked. In a slow pace, she went over, finger leisurely gracing the book covers. The scent of old books nearly numbed her sense of smell.

Unconsciously biting her lips while concentrating on one specific book. Before she could even think to take it out, Abraxas already grabbed her fingers, bringing them to his mouth, just to kiss them lightly.

"Love, how about you give me some attention."

He sends her an insouciant little smile. It would be a lie if she said to herself that she didn't nearly melt at his adorable sight. But was it even possible to claim that the one and only Malfoy heir acted like a kicked puppy.

Before she could be completely submerged with her thoughts, she focused her eyes on his face. The air around her turned serious.

"Actually I have something of importance to talk about!"

He raised an eyebrow in question, silently urging her to continue.

"I had a conversation with Slughorn about my future career plans and it turned out that he would recommend me to some highly requested Potionmasters."

He knew in what direction this talk would lead. After all, this wasn't the first time the pair discussed the same topic.

He inwardly sighed, not really having the desire to begin a fight with his fiancée.

"Fiona, darlin' we talked about this-"

She interrupted him not so gently.

"No you talked and I listened or at least pretend like I did," taking a deep breath to calm her down. Noticing that this won't work and changing strategy would be the best. She took his hand, uniting her fingers with his large ones. Letting her warmth transfer to him.

"You surely know that we get married after school," her honey brown eyes never leave his gray one. "We will be forever bonded for this lifetime."

Malfoy's only response was to pull her close, letting her feel every inch of his sculpted body. Not for nothing was he the Slytherin Quidditch captain.

She didn't even blink at his bold action, refusing to let her nervousness show. She knew boys like him, treating girls like their own possessions- like they own them.

Few of her exes were just like that, some worse than the other. To get what she wants, the female needs to play her cards right.

Her voice turned softer, voice no more than a whisper, "till death tears us apart.."

He grabbed her elbow and gently pushed her into the wall. His other hand was beside her head, dark eyes narrowed and inquiring. She sharply inhaled, unintentionally breathing in the scent of him, and she blinked. The surprise was clearly evident in her eyes.

"Do you mean what you just said?" His voice took on a deep baritone tone, there was something dark in it.

Zabini's only response was to press a light kiss to his cheek. She glanced up, meeting him halfway, both had an understanding between them. Not words needed to be exchanged.

After feeling like an eternity, he said what she wanted to hear.

"I will allow it, but as soon as you bear my first heir, you will retire." His voice tolerated no contradiction.

Fiona could only bite the inside of her cheek, even drawing some blood. Hearing this kind of misogyny made her mind go mad.

Softly pattering his clothed chest, she let out a hum. Acting like she fully agrees. Inwardly scoffing to herself, who did he thought he was?

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