She wasn’t the only one who was waiting for the hollering and the whistling his friends would undoubtedly provide if they were standing around for too long holding hands and kissing. Donovan wasn’t the type of person who could be classified as a ‘romantic’, or a sap, but there was something about Danielle that made his stomach flip in the most pleasant of ways. He supposed some might classify that feeling as getting ‘butterflies’, but he had never been a fan of that particular analogy. Always seemed off-putting to him, for some reason.
Her question warranted a hum of thought, even though he didn’t have to do much thinking considering he already knew what he wanted to do. He nudged her nose with his, his fingers toying with hers as he moved to speak low against her ear.
“Run away…”
He pressed his lips against the area of her neck below her ear, right at the edge of her jaw before his hold on her hands became a bit more secure, kissing her lips once more to silence her from protesting, or telling him that they couldn’t run away or else they might be late for the carriage ride back. He just wanted to be a little young and reckless, and enjoy one of the last trips to Hogsmeade they would have while they were still at Hogwarts.
“Come…I have something I want to show you.”
Without any more word about where he was taking her to ‘run away’, he backed away from her, dropping one of his hands while keeping his other entwined with hers. If he had his way, they would run away and never come back – avoid all the drama that came along with their families and friends judging them for being together, despite all the factors that were working against them – but he knew that wasn’t possible. This would have to do, this temporary escape from all their responsibilities.
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