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Chapter 4 : Can't Spell 'Families' without "lies"
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I gave him a strange look. "Um, now that we're getting married, is there something you want to tell me?" I asked.
"No, but I need to cover this up." He responded, gesturing to his tatoo.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because I don't want my Mother to see this. She'll kill me."
"I'm not giving you make up to hide something from your Mother. You're an adult." I said shaking my head.
"Fine, I need to change into a long sleeve shirt." He said turning away. I grabbed his arm.
"Nikolas, you are a twenty two year old man. You should be able to make a decision without your Mother's permission, don't you think?" I asked.
He sighed. "Yes, I suppose so."
"Good. I mean if she can handle us living together, she can handle a small tatoo."
"Um, about us living together." Nik started. "Uh, could you not mentoin that we sleep in the same room?" He asked.
I raised my eyrbrows at him. "And why not?" I asked.
"My parents might think we sleep in seperate rooms." He said.
"And why might they think that?"
"Because I told them we did." Nik blurted out.
"Nik!" I exclaimed.
"I didn't want them thinking we were having sex together." He explained.
"We've been sleeping together for five years." I said.
"Well, they don't need to know that."
I shook my head at him. "Is there any other lies you've told your parents that I should know about?" I asked.
"Oh, don't act like you haven't told your parents a few lies about our relationship." He said crossing his arms in front of his broad, muscular chest.
What were we talking about? I could only focus on how good he looked in his tight green shirt and his jeans. And how his gorgeous hazel eyes looked me up and down wating for an answer.
"Um..." What was the question? Oh, now I remember. "Yes, but nothing as big as us not having sex."
Sex. That sounded nice right now. Especially with how good Nik was looking right now.
"Either way you've told lies, so don't judge me." Nik said. Oh, Merlin, he's so hot.
"I wouldn't if you weren't being such a pansy arse Mummy's boy, who can't do anything without her permission." I said putting my hands on my hips.
He raised his eyebrows and took a step closer. "Well,at least I'm not a hard arse rebel who is insistant on doing anything that will piss her parents off." I don't think I've ever been so mad and attacted to him.
"You are a prick!" I yelled.
"And you are obnoxious!" He shouted.
We glared at eachother for a moment before we slammed our lips together in a heated, angry, and passionate kiss.
Nik rammed me into the wall, hard, and kissed me even harder. I pulled away only to tug his shirt over his head and off of his body. He pulled off my shirt, and then kissed me again, his hands sliding down my body. I pushed him away towards the bed, where he dragged me with him. We fell down hard on the bed, and continued the kiss.
Before I know what is happening, we're tearing the rest of eachother's clothes off, and we're having extremely enjoyable sex, even though we're supposed to be meeting our families...
We showed up about a half an hour late to dinner with our families. The sex was so worth it though.
"What took you two so long?" My Father asked when we arrived at the restaraunt.
"Um, I got caught up in some work stuff." I said.
"So much about not lying about us having sex." Nik whispered in my ear as he pulled my chair out.
I elbowed him in the stomache. "Shut up." I muttered.
We sat down and smiled. On the inside I was nervous. We had yet to tell our families about the engagement, and we were telling them tonight. It's crazy that the whole Wizarding World know two days before our families. But there's a reason for that.
No matter how much our families accepted our relationship, I knew they didn't want us getting married. They didn't exactly like eachother.
"So, how have things been?" My Mum asked me.
"Great. Work is great, everthing is just wonderful." I answered, still nervous.
"Yeah, everything is just fine." Nik added in.
"So, Nikolas, darling, how was Hermione and Ron's wedding?" Mrs. Mewes asked.
"It was a beautiful wedding." Nik answered. "Very classy and well orchestrated."
I looked at Nik. He was even more nervous than I was. I could tell by his use of strange phrases, such as 'well orchestrated'.
"Sounds lovely." Mrs. Mewes said. "It's funny, I always imagined you and Hermione getting married. But of course you met Spencer..."
You could hear the bitterness in her voice. When she finds out about us getting married, I wonder what will be in her voice. Probably utter hate, and disappointment in Nik's choice. Oh joy.
"Well, Mum, speaking of marriages and weddings," Nik started. "We-"
"Really enjoyed Hermione and Ron's." I interupted quickly. "Wonderful ceremony, really."
I just wasn't ready to drop the engagement bomb. Everyone started at me strangly.
"What is wrong with you?" My obnoxious brother, Steven asked me.
"Nothing." I said quickly. "I just really enjoyed the wedding."
Mum chuckled. "I remember when you were younger, you always wanted to get married." She said. "And then I remember you wanted to marry that Blaise Zabini. You two were perfect together."
"You wanted to marry Zabini?" Nik asked surprised. And not the good kind either.
I nervously forced a laugh. "Um, yeah, but that was so long ago, I barely even remember wanting to." Of course I remember, but Nik didn't have to know that.
"Oh, honey, how could you forget?" Dad asked. "It was only what? Not even a year before you and Nikolas got together. All you ever talked about was Blaise. You swore up and down you were in love with the boy."
Thank you, Dad. This moment couldn't get any more awkward.
Steven laughed. "And remember when you had pictures of you and him plastered on your wall and you insisted we called you Mrs. Spencer Zabini?"
Okay, obviously it can. "Um, no I don't remember that." I said avoiding Nik's eyes.
"It's okay, Spencer." Nik's brother, Anthony said. "Nikolas used to be obssessed with Hermione. He used to follow her around and read whatever book she was reading, just so he could make sure they'd have something to talk about."
"Or remember when he used to pretend to be bad at some class so she could help him?" Nik's sister Rebecca laughed.
"I didn't do that!" Nik objected. It was completely obvious that he did.
"That's nothing compared to when Spencer would make sure she got detention whenever Blaise did, just so she could spend time with him." Steven challenged.
"Well, get this, Nikolas used to hang around in the library all day just waiting for Hermione to show up, and pretend he happened to just get there." Anthony said.
"Spencer would wait in the common room for Blaise to come down for breakfast, and she would wait for him to head up to bed."
This had to stop. What could I say to end this? Of course.
"We're getting married!" I exclaimed. And so did Nik. Thank Merlin we're on the same page with this.
"Who is 'we'?" Mr. Mewes asked.
"Me and Spencer, Dad." Nik said in an obvious tone.
"Oh." Mrs. Mewes said, unenthusiastically.
"Are you serious?" Steven asked.
"Of course we are, stupid." I snapped.
"Well, that-that's great, sweetie." Mum said. She was definitely lying.
"So, um, Anthony, wanna be my Best Man?" Nik asked.
"Do you have a back up?" Anthony asked.
"Then, no, your back up will probably do a better job." He said. Well, at least that wasn't a lie.
"True..." Nik whispered.
"And Rebecca, would you be one of my Bridesmaids?" I asked very nicely.
"Uh, sure." She said, forcing a smile. No, she didn't.
"So you two are really doing this?" Mrs. Mewes asked. Her tone wasn't hateful, it was desperate, but still disappointed. Great.
Nik and I looked at eachother. "Yes." We both answered.
A/N: Sorry no chapter image, but there will be one next chapter. Thanks for reading! :)
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