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"So, you'd only kiss me on a dare." She fiddled with the button on her sleeve. "I never said that." "So you'd kiss me if it wasn't a dare?" "Stranger things have happened." "Stranger than a pureblood kissing a mudblood?" "Don't say that." "Say what, mudblood?" "Yeah, it's an ugly word." "You're telling me it's--" "Look, I said I'm sorry. That was years ago. I'm not that little boy anymore." She stopped to think about that. He wasn't. Not since those final days. "So would you kiss me if it wasn't a dare?" "Any man would. You're--" "I'm what, stunning? Drop dead gorgeous? A real looker? Don't have me on." "No, I was going to say sexy as hell." "Oh pull the other one, it's got bells on." "You are. You're sharp as razors. You're the youngest member of the Wizengamot. You're brilliant. I happen to find that sexy as hell." She didn't know what to say to that. "Finally shut you up, did I?" "... No." Something warm flared in his gut when she looked at him. Something that made him feel richer than knowing he had a full vault at Gringott's and a sprawling estate. It made him feel more powerful than he ever had as a wizard and heir to a pureblood family name. He reached out a hand and drew a finger along her jawline. She turned her head into his touch. "Not for a dare," she whispered. "Oh it's a bit of a dare, I'd say." His voice wobbled a bit when he said it, but he leaned in anyway and dared to kiss her. She made it worth his while. Author's Note: I blame Shiv. | ||||||