Go away

“Oh I know” she agreed, giggling along. Her tongue ran over her lips as Esme spoke, leaning in ans smirking mischievously. THough as the girl continued, Oli giggled, “Or maybe I just want to fuck you and don’t feel like waiting until we go somewhere else…but the view is a perk as well now that you mention it” Oli straddled the girl’s lap in a swift motion, the tightness of her skirt making it shuffle up around her hips. “Are you saying you don’t feel the same?” she asked, bending down so her face was inches from Esme’s/ 

Esme groaned, rocking her hips as Oli changed her pace, “Then stop making it so fucking enjoyable.” Esme groaned against Oli, she turned her head, biting down hard on Oli’s inner thigh, sucking and moaning into the skin as her nails dug he further into Olis hips.

Oli’s actions were driving her to despair, she was losing herself more to the girl by the second. 

“You get me to do the craziest things…” she chuckled huskily, gesturing at the rooftop view they had—frankly she’d forgotten where they even were for a long while during their tryst…

“I hope so too” she answered, the joking tone from before gone now “I don’t want to freak you out, but I’ve wanted you for…” she let out a sigh, shaking her head “Just ages. Ages and ages…” She bit her lip, looking her over, appreciating her unabashedly for a moment before meeting her gaze once more. 

Esme laughed loudly as Oli spoke and nudged her, “That is the only reason you are with me you fiend, I know your secrets now, using me for my families secrets and vast art collections, I am appalled.” She joked holding her hand on her chest and looking up at Oli with a large pouty look on her face.

Her attention turned back to the room as Oli spoke and she looked around for a moment pondering. “I’ve never spent much time in here, or any of the galleries really, not because I was forbidden, because let’s face it, you know that wouldn’t stop me.” She smirked at Oli, “I guess it just never piqued my interest enough to look into it. It didn’t interest me really. Although, seeing it now with you, it is different, I do like your favourite statue, although I am unsure whether to be jealous of it.” She chuckled, “I’m experiencing it all properly for the first time really, it’s like I am fully seeing it properly and paying attention to it. They’re interesting, it’s like, I don’t know, like they all have a story to tell, like they have some form of life. I don’t know, it’s probably me just being stupid as usual.” Esme said subconsciously, rubbing the back of her neck nervously, feeling rather out of her depth.

Oli tilted her head,  unable to fathom not spending hours here if she had access to it. “You have nothing to be jealous of. I promise.” she smirked, pointedly looking her over. “You’re a work of art in your own right, and now I’m the only one who gets to properly enjoy it…” she licked her lips. Her smirk faltered as Esme spoke, “Stop calling yourself stupid, you;re not stupid. You’re actually quite clever when you’re interested in the subject… I don’t like that you talk down about yourself.” she stood closer to her, pushing her hair behind her ear after she made it messy. “You’re right, and we as witches have the added bonus of being able to speak to the subjects, got to love magic” she chuckled, squeezing her hands.

“Mmm, I like the sound of your properly enjoying my art.” Esme smirked, although her face fell as Oli continued, “I - it’s just, that’s how I am.” She shrugged, “I don’t get things the way you do, or Phe, I am nothing like him. He is so studious, always reading, always observing, I hardly notice things that are right in front of my face. Well, look you’re a prime example.” Esme joked, trying to lighten the mood, though she smiled softly as Oli pushed her hair behind her ear. Esme squeezed Oli’s hand in return, “I do love being magical, I would hate to be a muggle, ugh, can you imagine.” She shuddered, “No thank you. I will take being a witch any day, even if it means having to suffer the curse of bearing the Malfoy name.” She joked.

“You don’t have to be the best to be good at something” she said “You are clever though–even if you can’t see the forest for the trees,” she grinned, swinging their hands for a small moment. “You’re not your brother, you’re you, and I like you how you are–you should be more attentive, but that’s because I don’t want people taking advantage of your naivete…” she kissed her quickly, chastely, before letting go of one of her hands to continue walking around the room, “You’re the only person who thinks the Malfoy name is a curse…Then again you’d know better than anyone else I suppose” she sighed, resting her head on Esme’s shoulder “I couldn’t dare imagine this would happen.” she confessed before she could stop herself.

Esme rested her head on top of Oli’s head gently exhaling deeply, “Me either, I was happy just being friends, I thought even that was more than I should have. I needed to have you in my life in any way it was possible, I would have settled for just friends to have that.” she sighed

“I hardly anything to go such lengths for, I also don’t see why you wouldn’t be worthy of being my friend, you’re the one with the Noble and most ancient name, making all the girls fawn and turn for you” she stood in Esmes way, “I hate that you think so little of yourself, especially when I’m the lucky one in this situation…”

Esme shrugged uncomfortably as Oli stood in front of her, “I don’t think little of myself exactly I just know that I pale in comparison to you specifically.” She said, tapping Oli on the nose softly before dipping her face to capture Oli’s lips.

Oli sighed into the kiss, both from the sensation of the girls lips, and from Esme not letting her argue. Her hands went to her face, cupping it like the treasure It was,before pulling back. “Don’t be so silly, you don’t pale in comparison with anyone.”

“I see you properly, I see everything about you, you’re wonderful, both inside, and out.” Esme said earnestly, “You are the one that doesn’t see themselves properly.” She retorted, her hand stroking against Oli’s cheeky tenderly. 

Her blush deepened, her smile surely goofy-looking with how wide it felt on her face. “Well why is it that you see me properly but I don’t see you properly? Thats hardly fair…” she shot back playfully, raising her eyebrows at the girl in front of her. “You’re so silly…”

“Are you hungry? I could go for something, I am apparently a bit peckish.” Esme said, tapping her stomach again as she waited for Oli’s response before she acted. 

Her laugh started up again as she heard the girl’s stomach rumble. Oli shrugged, her own hand absently rubbing her stomach “I could eat, I suppose. Why not, who can stop us?” She smiled, taking the girl’s hand to take her through the house “now, lets see if I can remember where the dining room is…”

“Oh I know” she agreed, giggling along. Her tongue ran over her lips as Esme spoke, leaning in ans smirking mischievously. THough as the girl continued, Oli giggled, “Or maybe I just want to fuck you and don’t feel like waiting until we go somewhere else…but the view is a perk as well now that you mention it” Oli straddled the girl’s lap in a swift motion, the tightness of her skirt making it shuffle up around her hips. “Are you saying you don’t feel the same?” she asked, bending down so her face was inches from Esme’s/ 

Esme groaned, rocking her hips as Oli changed her pace, “Then stop making it so fucking enjoyable.” Esme groaned against Oli, she turned her head, biting down hard on Oli’s inner thigh, sucking and moaning into the skin as her nails dug he further into Olis hips.

Oli’s actions were driving her to despair, she was losing herself more to the girl by the second. 

“I hope so too” she answered, the joking tone from before gone now “I don’t want to freak you out, but I’ve wanted you for…” she let out a sigh, shaking her head “Just ages. Ages and ages…” She bit her lip, looking her over, appreciating her unabashedly for a moment before meeting her gaze once more. 

Esme laughed loudly as Oli spoke and nudged her, “That is the only reason you are with me you fiend, I know your secrets now, using me for my families secrets and vast art collections, I am appalled.” She joked holding her hand on her chest and looking up at Oli with a large pouty look on her face.

Her attention turned back to the room as Oli spoke and she looked around for a moment pondering. “I’ve never spent much time in here, or any of the galleries really, not because I was forbidden, because let’s face it, you know that wouldn’t stop me.” She smirked at Oli, “I guess it just never piqued my interest enough to look into it. It didn’t interest me really. Although, seeing it now with you, it is different, I do like your favourite statue, although I am unsure whether to be jealous of it.” She chuckled, “I’m experiencing it all properly for the first time really, it’s like I am fully seeing it properly and paying attention to it. They’re interesting, it’s like, I don’t know, like they all have a story to tell, like they have some form of life. I don’t know, it’s probably me just being stupid as usual.” Esme said subconsciously, rubbing the back of her neck nervously, feeling rather out of her depth.

Oli tilted her head,  unable to fathom not spending hours here if she had access to it. “You have nothing to be jealous of. I promise.” she smirked, pointedly looking her over. “You’re a work of art in your own right, and now I’m the only one who gets to properly enjoy it…” she licked her lips. Her smirk faltered as Esme spoke, “Stop calling yourself stupid, you;re not stupid. You’re actually quite clever when you’re interested in the subject… I don’t like that you talk down about yourself.” she stood closer to her, pushing her hair behind her ear after she made it messy. “You’re right, and we as witches have the added bonus of being able to speak to the subjects, got to love magic” she chuckled, squeezing her hands.

“Mmm, I like the sound of your properly enjoying my art.” Esme smirked, although her face fell as Oli continued, “I - it’s just, that’s how I am.” She shrugged, “I don’t get things the way you do, or Phe, I am nothing like him. He is so studious, always reading, always observing, I hardly notice things that are right in front of my face. Well, look you’re a prime example.” Esme joked, trying to lighten the mood, though she smiled softly as Oli pushed her hair behind her ear. Esme squeezed Oli’s hand in return, “I do love being magical, I would hate to be a muggle, ugh, can you imagine.” She shuddered, “No thank you. I will take being a witch any day, even if it means having to suffer the curse of bearing the Malfoy name.” She joked.

“You don’t have to be the best to be good at something” she said “You are clever though–even if you can’t see the forest for the trees,” she grinned, swinging their hands for a small moment. “You’re not your brother, you’re you, and I like you how you are–you should be more attentive, but that’s because I don’t want people taking advantage of your naivete…” she kissed her quickly, chastely, before letting go of one of her hands to continue walking around the room, “You’re the only person who thinks the Malfoy name is a curse…Then again you’d know better than anyone else I suppose” she sighed, resting her head on Esme’s shoulder “I couldn’t dare imagine this would happen.” she confessed before she could stop herself.

Esme rested her head on top of Oli’s head gently exhaling deeply, “Me either, I was happy just being friends, I thought even that was more than I should have. I needed to have you in my life in any way it was possible, I would have settled for just friends to have that.” she sighed

“I hardly anything to go such lengths for, I also don’t see why you wouldn’t be worthy of being my friend, you’re the one with the Noble and most ancient name, making all the girls fawn and turn for you” she stood in Esmes way, “I hate that you think so little of yourself, especially when I’m the lucky one in this situation…”

Esme shrugged uncomfortably as Oli stood in front of her, “I don’t think little of myself exactly I just know that I pale in comparison to you specifically.” She said, tapping Oli on the nose softly before dipping her face to capture Oli’s lips.

Oli sighed into the kiss, both from the sensation of the girls lips, and from Esme not letting her argue. Her hands went to her face, cupping it like the treasure It was,before pulling back. “Don’t be so silly, you don’t pale in comparison with anyone.”

“I see you properly, I see everything about you, you’re wonderful, both inside, and out.” Esme said earnestly, “You are the one that doesn’t see themselves properly.” She retorted, her hand stroking against Oli’s cheeky tenderly. 

Her blush deepened, her smile surely goofy-looking with how wide it felt on her face. “Well why is it that you see me properly but I don’t see you properly? Thats hardly fair…” she shot back playfully, raising her eyebrows at the girl in front of her. “You’re so silly…”

“Oh I know” she agreed, giggling along. Her tongue ran over her lips as Esme spoke, leaning in ans smirking mischievously. THough as the girl continued, Oli giggled, “Or maybe I just want to fuck you and don’t feel like waiting until we go somewhere else…but the view is a perk as well now that you mention it” Oli straddled the girl’s lap in a swift motion, the tightness of her skirt making it shuffle up around her hips. “Are you saying you don’t feel the same?” she asked, bending down so her face was inches from Esme’s/ 

Esme groaned, rocking her hips as Oli changed her pace, “Then stop making it so fucking enjoyable.” Esme groaned against Oli, she turned her head, biting down hard on Oli’s inner thigh, sucking and moaning into the skin as her nails dug he further into Olis hips.

“I hope so too” she answered, the joking tone from before gone now “I don’t want to freak you out, but I’ve wanted you for…” she let out a sigh, shaking her head “Just ages. Ages and ages…” She bit her lip, looking her over, appreciating her unabashedly for a moment before meeting her gaze once more. 

Esme laughed loudly as Oli spoke and nudged her, “That is the only reason you are with me you fiend, I know your secrets now, using me for my families secrets and vast art collections, I am appalled.” She joked holding her hand on her chest and looking up at Oli with a large pouty look on her face.

Her attention turned back to the room as Oli spoke and she looked around for a moment pondering. “I’ve never spent much time in here, or any of the galleries really, not because I was forbidden, because let’s face it, you know that wouldn’t stop me.” She smirked at Oli, “I guess it just never piqued my interest enough to look into it. It didn’t interest me really. Although, seeing it now with you, it is different, I do like your favourite statue, although I am unsure whether to be jealous of it.” She chuckled, “I’m experiencing it all properly for the first time really, it’s like I am fully seeing it properly and paying attention to it. They’re interesting, it’s like, I don’t know, like they all have a story to tell, like they have some form of life. I don’t know, it’s probably me just being stupid as usual.” Esme said subconsciously, rubbing the back of her neck nervously, feeling rather out of her depth.

Oli tilted her head,  unable to fathom not spending hours here if she had access to it. “You have nothing to be jealous of. I promise.” she smirked, pointedly looking her over. “You’re a work of art in your own right, and now I’m the only one who gets to properly enjoy it…” she licked her lips. Her smirk faltered as Esme spoke, “Stop calling yourself stupid, you;re not stupid. You’re actually quite clever when you’re interested in the subject… I don’t like that you talk down about yourself.” she stood closer to her, pushing her hair behind her ear after she made it messy. “You’re right, and we as witches have the added bonus of being able to speak to the subjects, got to love magic” she chuckled, squeezing her hands.

“Mmm, I like the sound of your properly enjoying my art.” Esme smirked, although her face fell as Oli continued, “I - it’s just, that’s how I am.” She shrugged, “I don’t get things the way you do, or Phe, I am nothing like him. He is so studious, always reading, always observing, I hardly notice things that are right in front of my face. Well, look you’re a prime example.” Esme joked, trying to lighten the mood, though she smiled softly as Oli pushed her hair behind her ear. Esme squeezed Oli’s hand in return, “I do love being magical, I would hate to be a muggle, ugh, can you imagine.” She shuddered, “No thank you. I will take being a witch any day, even if it means having to suffer the curse of bearing the Malfoy name.” She joked.

“You don’t have to be the best to be good at something” she said “You are clever though–even if you can’t see the forest for the trees,” she grinned, swinging their hands for a small moment. “You’re not your brother, you’re you, and I like you how you are–you should be more attentive, but that’s because I don’t want people taking advantage of your naivete…” she kissed her quickly, chastely, before letting go of one of her hands to continue walking around the room, “You’re the only person who thinks the Malfoy name is a curse…Then again you’d know better than anyone else I suppose” she sighed, resting her head on Esme’s shoulder “I couldn’t dare imagine this would happen.” she confessed before she could stop herself.

Esme rested her head on top of Oli’s head gently exhaling deeply, “Me either, I was happy just being friends, I thought even that was more than I should have. I needed to have you in my life in any way it was possible, I would have settled for just friends to have that.” she sighed

“I hardly anything to go such lengths for, I also don’t see why you wouldn’t be worthy of being my friend, you’re the one with the Noble and most ancient name, making all the girls fawn and turn for you” she stood in Esmes way, “I hate that you think so little of yourself, especially when I’m the lucky one in this situation…”

Esme shrugged uncomfortably as Oli stood in front of her, “I don’t think little of myself exactly I just know that I pale in comparison to you specifically.” She said, tapping Oli on the nose softly before dipping her face to capture Oli’s lips.

Oli sighed into the kiss, both from the sensation of the girls lips, and from Esme not letting her argue. Her hands went to her face, cupping it like the treasure It was,before pulling back. “Don’t be so silly, you don’t pale in comparison with anyone.”

“Oh I know” she agreed, giggling along. Her tongue ran over her lips as Esme spoke, leaning in ans smirking mischievously. THough as the girl continued, Oli giggled, “Or maybe I just want to fuck you and don’t feel like waiting until we go somewhere else…but the view is a perk as well now that you mention it” Oli straddled the girl’s lap in a swift motion, the tightness of her skirt making it shuffle up around her hips. “Are you saying you don’t feel the same?” she asked, bending down so her face was inches from Esme’s/ 

Esme groaned, rocking her hips as Oli changed her pace, “Then stop making it so fucking enjoyable.” Esme groaned against Oli, she turned her head, biting down hard on Oli’s inner thigh, sucking and moaning into the skin as her nails dug he further into Olis hips.

“I hope so too” she answered, the joking tone from before gone now “I don’t want to freak you out, but I’ve wanted you for…” she let out a sigh, shaking her head “Just ages. Ages and ages…” She bit her lip, looking her over, appreciating her unabashedly for a moment before meeting her gaze once more. 

Esme laughed loudly as Oli spoke and nudged her, “That is the only reason you are with me you fiend, I know your secrets now, using me for my families secrets and vast art collections, I am appalled.” She joked holding her hand on her chest and looking up at Oli with a large pouty look on her face.

Her attention turned back to the room as Oli spoke and she looked around for a moment pondering. “I’ve never spent much time in here, or any of the galleries really, not because I was forbidden, because let’s face it, you know that wouldn’t stop me.” She smirked at Oli, “I guess it just never piqued my interest enough to look into it. It didn’t interest me really. Although, seeing it now with you, it is different, I do like your favourite statue, although I am unsure whether to be jealous of it.” She chuckled, “I’m experiencing it all properly for the first time really, it’s like I am fully seeing it properly and paying attention to it. They’re interesting, it’s like, I don’t know, like they all have a story to tell, like they have some form of life. I don’t know, it’s probably me just being stupid as usual.” Esme said subconsciously, rubbing the back of her neck nervously, feeling rather out of her depth.

Oli tilted her head,  unable to fathom not spending hours here if she had access to it. “You have nothing to be jealous of. I promise.” she smirked, pointedly looking her over. “You’re a work of art in your own right, and now I’m the only one who gets to properly enjoy it…” she licked her lips. Her smirk faltered as Esme spoke, “Stop calling yourself stupid, you;re not stupid. You’re actually quite clever when you’re interested in the subject… I don’t like that you talk down about yourself.” she stood closer to her, pushing her hair behind her ear after she made it messy. “You’re right, and we as witches have the added bonus of being able to speak to the subjects, got to love magic” she chuckled, squeezing her hands.

“Mmm, I like the sound of your properly enjoying my art.” Esme smirked, although her face fell as Oli continued, “I - it’s just, that’s how I am.” She shrugged, “I don’t get things the way you do, or Phe, I am nothing like him. He is so studious, always reading, always observing, I hardly notice things that are right in front of my face. Well, look you’re a prime example.” Esme joked, trying to lighten the mood, though she smiled softly as Oli pushed her hair behind her ear. Esme squeezed Oli’s hand in return, “I do love being magical, I would hate to be a muggle, ugh, can you imagine.” She shuddered, “No thank you. I will take being a witch any day, even if it means having to suffer the curse of bearing the Malfoy name.” She joked.

“You don’t have to be the best to be good at something” she said “You are clever though–even if you can’t see the forest for the trees,” she grinned, swinging their hands for a small moment. “You’re not your brother, you’re you, and I like you how you are–you should be more attentive, but that’s because I don’t want people taking advantage of your naivete…” she kissed her quickly, chastely, before letting go of one of her hands to continue walking around the room, “You’re the only person who thinks the Malfoy name is a curse…Then again you’d know better than anyone else I suppose” she sighed, resting her head on Esme’s shoulder “I couldn’t dare imagine this would happen.” she confessed before she could stop herself.

Esme rested her head on top of Oli’s head gently exhaling deeply, “Me either, I was happy just being friends, I thought even that was more than I should have. I needed to have you in my life in any way it was possible, I would have settled for just friends to have that.” she sighed

“I hardly anything to go such lengths for, I also don’t see why you wouldn’t be worthy of being my friend, you’re the one with the Noble and most ancient name, making all the girls fawn and turn for you” she stood in Esmes way, “I hate that you think so little of yourself, especially when I’m the lucky one in this situation…”

Esme shrugged uncomfortably as Oli stood in front of her, “I don’t think little of myself exactly I just know that I pale in comparison to you specifically.” She said, tapping Oli on the nose softly before dipping her face to capture Oli’s lips.

Oli sighed into the kiss, both from the sensation of the girls lips, and from Esme not letting her argue. Her hands went to her face, cupping it like the treasure It was,before pulling back. “Don’t be so silly, you don’t pale in comparison with anyone.”

“Oh I know” she agreed, giggling along. Her tongue ran over her lips as Esme spoke, leaning in ans smirking mischievously. THough as the girl continued, Oli giggled, “Or maybe I just want to fuck you and don’t feel like waiting until we go somewhere else…but the view is a perk as well now that you mention it” Oli straddled the girl’s lap in a swift motion, the tightness of her skirt making it shuffle up around her hips. “Are you saying you don’t feel the same?” she asked, bending down so her face was inches from Esme’s/ 

Esme groaned, rocking her hips as Oli changed her pace, “Then stop making it so fucking enjoyable.” Esme groaned against Oli, she turned her head, biting down hard on Oli’s inner thigh, sucking and moaning into the skin as her nails dug he further into Olis hips.

“I hope so too” she answered, the joking tone from before gone now “I don’t want to freak you out, but I’ve wanted you for…” she let out a sigh, shaking her head “Just ages. Ages and ages…” She bit her lip, looking her over, appreciating her unabashedly for a moment before meeting her gaze once more. 

Esme laughed loudly as Oli spoke and nudged her, “That is the only reason you are with me you fiend, I know your secrets now, using me for my families secrets and vast art collections, I am appalled.” She joked holding her hand on her chest and looking up at Oli with a large pouty look on her face.

Her attention turned back to the room as Oli spoke and she looked around for a moment pondering. “I’ve never spent much time in here, or any of the galleries really, not because I was forbidden, because let’s face it, you know that wouldn’t stop me.” She smirked at Oli, “I guess it just never piqued my interest enough to look into it. It didn’t interest me really. Although, seeing it now with you, it is different, I do like your favourite statue, although I am unsure whether to be jealous of it.” She chuckled, “I’m experiencing it all properly for the first time really, it’s like I am fully seeing it properly and paying attention to it. They’re interesting, it’s like, I don’t know, like they all have a story to tell, like they have some form of life. I don’t know, it’s probably me just being stupid as usual.” Esme said subconsciously, rubbing the back of her neck nervously, feeling rather out of her depth.

Oli tilted her head,  unable to fathom not spending hours here if she had access to it. “You have nothing to be jealous of. I promise.” she smirked, pointedly looking her over. “You’re a work of art in your own right, and now I’m the only one who gets to properly enjoy it…” she licked her lips. Her smirk faltered as Esme spoke, “Stop calling yourself stupid, you;re not stupid. You’re actually quite clever when you’re interested in the subject… I don’t like that you talk down about yourself.” she stood closer to her, pushing her hair behind her ear after she made it messy. “You’re right, and we as witches have the added bonus of being able to speak to the subjects, got to love magic” she chuckled, squeezing her hands.

“Mmm, I like the sound of your properly enjoying my art.” Esme smirked, although her face fell as Oli continued, “I - it’s just, that’s how I am.” She shrugged, “I don’t get things the way you do, or Phe, I am nothing like him. He is so studious, always reading, always observing, I hardly notice things that are right in front of my face. Well, look you’re a prime example.” Esme joked, trying to lighten the mood, though she smiled softly as Oli pushed her hair behind her ear. Esme squeezed Oli’s hand in return, “I do love being magical, I would hate to be a muggle, ugh, can you imagine.” She shuddered, “No thank you. I will take being a witch any day, even if it means having to suffer the curse of bearing the Malfoy name.” She joked.

“You don’t have to be the best to be good at something” she said “You are clever though–even if you can’t see the forest for the trees,” she grinned, swinging their hands for a small moment. “You’re not your brother, you’re you, and I like you how you are–you should be more attentive, but that’s because I don’t want people taking advantage of your naivete…” she kissed her quickly, chastely, before letting go of one of her hands to continue walking around the room, “You’re the only person who thinks the Malfoy name is a curse…Then again you’d know better than anyone else I suppose” she sighed, resting her head on Esme’s shoulder “I couldn’t dare imagine this would happen.” she confessed before she could stop herself.

Esme rested her head on top of Oli’s head gently exhaling deeply, “Me either, I was happy just being friends, I thought even that was more than I should have. I needed to have you in my life in any way it was possible, I would have settled for just friends to have that.” she sighed

“I hardly anything to go such lengths for, I also don’t see why you wouldn’t be worthy of being my friend, you’re the one with the Noble and most ancient name, making all the girls fawn and turn for you” she stood in Esmes way, “I hate that you think so little of yourself, especially when I’m the lucky one in this situation…”

Esme shrugged uncomfortably as Oli stood in front of her, “I don’t think little of myself exactly I just know that I pale in comparison to you specifically.” She said, tapping Oli on the nose softly before dipping her face to capture Oli’s lips.

Oli sighed into the kiss, both from the sensation of the girls lips, and from Esme not letting her argue. Her hands went to her face, cupping it like the treasure It was,before pulling back. "Don't be so silly, you don't pale in comparison with anyone."

I don’t want want to do this with anyone else ....

“Oh I know” she agreed, giggling along. Her tongue ran over her lips as Esme spoke, leaning in ans smirking mischievously. THough as the girl continued, Oli giggled, “Or maybe I just want to fuck you and don’t feel like waiting until we go somewhere else…but the view is a perk as well now that you mention it” Oli straddled the girl’s lap in a swift motion, the tightness of her skirt making it shuffle up around her hips. “Are you saying you don’t feel the same?” she asked, bending down so her face was inches from Esme’s/ 

Esme groaned, rocking her hips as Oli changed her pace, “Then stop making it so fucking enjoyable.” Esme groaned against Oli, she turned her head, biting down hard on Oli’s inner thigh, sucking and moaning into the skin as her nails dug he further into Olis hips.

“I hope so too” she answered, the joking tone from before gone now “I don’t want to freak you out, but I’ve wanted you for…” she let out a sigh, shaking her head “Just ages. Ages and ages…” She bit her lip, looking her over, appreciating her unabashedly for a moment before meeting her gaze once more. 

Esme laughed loudly as Oli spoke and nudged her, “That is the only reason you are with me you fiend, I know your secrets now, using me for my families secrets and vast art collections, I am appalled.” She joked holding her hand on her chest and looking up at Oli with a large pouty look on her face.

Her attention turned back to the room as Oli spoke and she looked around for a moment pondering. “I’ve never spent much time in here, or any of the galleries really, not because I was forbidden, because let’s face it, you know that wouldn’t stop me.” She smirked at Oli, “I guess it just never piqued my interest enough to look into it. It didn’t interest me really. Although, seeing it now with you, it is different, I do like your favourite statue, although I am unsure whether to be jealous of it.” She chuckled, “I’m experiencing it all properly for the first time really, it’s like I am fully seeing it properly and paying attention to it. They’re interesting, it’s like, I don’t know, like they all have a story to tell, like they have some form of life. I don’t know, it’s probably me just being stupid as usual.” Esme said subconsciously, rubbing the back of her neck nervously, feeling rather out of her depth.

Oli tilted her head,  unable to fathom not spending hours here if she had access to it. “You have nothing to be jealous of. I promise.” she smirked, pointedly looking her over. “You’re a work of art in your own right, and now I’m the only one who gets to properly enjoy it…” she licked her lips. Her smirk faltered as Esme spoke, “Stop calling yourself stupid, you;re not stupid. You’re actually quite clever when you’re interested in the subject… I don’t like that you talk down about yourself.” she stood closer to her, pushing her hair behind her ear after she made it messy. “You’re right, and we as witches have the added bonus of being able to speak to the subjects, got to love magic” she chuckled, squeezing her hands.

“Mmm, I like the sound of your properly enjoying my art.” Esme smirked, although her face fell as Oli continued, “I - it’s just, that’s how I am.” She shrugged, “I don’t get things the way you do, or Phe, I am nothing like him. He is so studious, always reading, always observing, I hardly notice things that are right in front of my face. Well, look you’re a prime example.” Esme joked, trying to lighten the mood, though she smiled softly as Oli pushed her hair behind her ear. Esme squeezed Oli’s hand in return, “I do love being magical, I would hate to be a muggle, ugh, can you imagine.” She shuddered, “No thank you. I will take being a witch any day, even if it means having to suffer the curse of bearing the Malfoy name.” She joked.

“You don’t have to be the best to be good at something” she said “You are clever though–even if you can’t see the forest for the trees,” she grinned, swinging their hands for a small moment. “You’re not your brother, you’re you, and I like you how you are–you should be more attentive, but that’s because I don’t want people taking advantage of your naivete…” she kissed her quickly, chastely, before letting go of one of her hands to continue walking around the room, “You’re the only person who thinks the Malfoy name is a curse…Then again you’d know better than anyone else I suppose” she sighed, resting her head on Esme’s shoulder “I couldn’t dare imagine this would happen.” she confessed before she could stop herself.

Esme rested her head on top of Oli’s head gently exhaling deeply, “Me either, I was happy just being friends, I thought even that was more than I should have. I needed to have you in my life in any way it was possible, I would have settled for just friends to have that.” she sighed

"I hardly anything to go such lengths for, I also don't see why you wouldn't be worthy of being my friend, you're the one with the Noble and most ancient name, making all the girls fawn and turn for you" she stood in Esmes way, "I hate that you think so little of yourself, especially when I'm the lucky one in this situation..."

“Oh I know” she agreed, giggling along. Her tongue ran over her lips as Esme spoke, leaning in ans smirking mischievously. THough as the girl continued, Oli giggled, “Or maybe I just want to fuck you and don’t feel like waiting until we go somewhere else…but the view is a perk as well now that you mention it” Oli straddled the girl’s lap in a swift motion, the tightness of her skirt making it shuffle up around her hips. “Are you saying you don’t feel the same?” she asked, bending down so her face was inches from Esme’s/ 

Esme groaned, rocking her hips as Oli changed her pace, “Then stop making it so fucking enjoyable.” Esme groaned against Oli, she turned her head, biting down hard on Oli’s inner thigh, sucking and moaning into the skin as her nails dug he further into Olis hips.