The mallet dropped back toward the ground and she steadied him in turn so they didn’t tumble to the ground; how terrible that would have been, as the last thing Leo wanted was for someone to think he was taking advantage of her. He had, of course, but that was beside the point. His hand remained curled against her side as he furrowed his eyebrows at what she wanted. He almost laughed again because that was absurd, thinking that he would apologize for kissing her. Debutantes were easy to ruin and she had been a willing victim.

Lips curling into a smirk, the hand curling around her waist moved to her face, where he used his knuckle to tilt her chin toward him. “And if I don’t want to apologize, Miss Malfoy?” Leo breathed out. “What if I want to ruin you? Kiss you again?” Timoleon enjoyed the fire that came with Miss Malfoy; she could be crass and angry, but she didn’t let people walk all over her. They were one in the same, cut from the same cloth in that aspect. He took what he wanted, but in this instance, as he caught her gaze, Leo was going to make her work for it. He half expected to be hit or shoved, but then again she was a woman he couldn’t quite get a read on in terms of how she’d react.

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