It was not his first kiss, but it was his first with an innocent. He felt bold, daring, dangerous—and then, as quickly as they came, those feelings disappeared and were replaced by embarrassed, frazzled, shocked.
He pulled back from the kiss as his mother's voice filled the air, his cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. He went out of his way to avoid his mother's scorn since his Azkaban stint, and now he felt like a child who'd been caught with their hand in the candy jar. And poor Miss Lestrange—he did not need to look at her to imagine how she looked or felt. He did reluctantly, though, and and only touched her one last tine on the arm to ensure her it was safe to leave.
He turned to face his mother, his lips set in a deep, almost startled frown, and nodded.
"Yes," he whispered. He glanced at Miss Lestrange out of the corner of his eye.
He pulled back from the kiss as his mother's voice filled the air, his cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. He went out of his way to avoid his mother's scorn since his Azkaban stint, and now he felt like a child who'd been caught with their hand in the candy jar. And poor Miss Lestrange—he did not need to look at her to imagine how she looked or felt. He did reluctantly, though, and and only touched her one last tine on the arm to ensure her it was safe to leave.
He turned to face his mother, his lips set in a deep, almost startled frown, and nodded.
"Yes," he whispered. He glanced at Miss Lestrange out of the corner of his eye.
— set by mj <3 —