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[Clara Zhefarovich]

This RP takes place a month after Graduation; Winter Break 2041​

Though nerves were running wild through Clara's body, she was certain that this was what she wanted to do. The blonde had booked a room in a nice hotel, requesting Lucien meet her there at 7pm. She gave him the room number, all he had to do was turn up. Clara romanced the place up; candles, rose petals, soft music and dim lighting. She had, embarrassingly, gone to a lingerie store and bought a corset in green, playing to Lucien's Slytherin side. A black robe over the top, so that she had something to present to him. This would get him back, she was sure of it.

 

[Lucien Snow]

After the seventh years graduated, and Lucien Snow himself was a seventh year, soon to graduate soon, he was feeling like he was the best person on the planet. And, he even received an owl from his ex to meet up. Lucien didn't think anything of it, but it was at a hotel room. That was when his thoughts started to go to the gutter. Lucien was almost excited. Why not have some fun before he went off to do bigger and better things? Lucien walked up to the right apartment room, and it was right on time. He knocked on the door, dressed in his elegant emerald robes. It was one of the best set he had to wear.
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[Clara Zhefarovich]

As the time ticked over to 7, followed by a knock on the door, Clara felt her heart stop. The blonde took a deep breath in, fixing her hair and quickly making sure her make-up was fine before walking towards the door. She opened it and her eyes landed on her ex boyfriend. Her gorgeous, jaw-dropping, amazing ex boyfriend. Hopefully soon to be boyfriend again. "Thanks for coming." Clara said with a charming smile, trying to keep her confidence up. "Come in. I - I have something for you." She commented, taking a step back so he could pass her.

 

[Lucien Snow]

Lucien looked up as the door opened to reveal the ever so hot Clara Antolini. If she didn't have a load of baggage that he didn't want to deal with, he would have taken her back, but for now, he was never going to. Couldn't resist him from having some fun with her. He entered the room to see how romantic this was, something that was not really in his forte, but he was no idiot. From this, he could tell what she wanted. "Oh? I couldn't imagine what that might be, judging from this place." His tone was not very cold, but it was playful, almost.
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[Clara Zhefarovich]

Clara closed the door behind Lucien, a small blush growing on her cheeks at his comment. There was no going back, and Clara took a deep breath, mustering all the confidence she had. She had to be bold. Still, it was with slightly shaky hands that she undid her robe, and took it off. Though still in her corset, she felt exposed, but it was for Lucien, and she had decided she'd do anything for him. Clara moved slowly towards him, putting both her hands on his chest and going in for a kiss.

 

[Lucien Snow]

Lucien noticed that she was slipping the thin robe off, and his silver eyes widened. Oh Merlin, she was hot! Oh the things he wanted to do to her. Not for her, but to her. Lucien figured that this was what she wanted, and it was definitely what he wanted. She was in Slytherin green too. How sexy. She went in for the kiss, and Lucien didn't stop her at all. Cupping his hand to her cheek, he leaned down to meet her lips with his, forming a kiss. He pushed it a little further, as he grew hungry. He wrapped one of his arms around her torso, playing with the lingerie while pulling her closer to him.
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[Clara Zhefarovich]

Clara smiled as Lucien kissed her back, knowing that her plan was working. She felt braver now, as Lucien pulled her closer, only staying for a minute before pulling back, walking backwards, keeping her eyes on him, to the room where she would complete the final act of her plan to win him back, he would definitely stay with her now, he had to. Clara loved him.

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[Lucien Snow]

The following morning, Lucien Snow was in absolute bliss. He barely slept because of what he managed to do with Clara. He lost it. To a pure-blood no less. He stretched his arms, and placed them behind his head. Well, if she was this desperate, maybe he could make this a regular thing without any strings attached. He was just glad she didn't start crying throughout it. Lucien felt like he could smoke a cigarette after this but he didn't. Nah, he would soak up what he had here, and leave. Maybe it would be best with a clean break.
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[Clara Zhefarovich]

Clara awoke with a smile on her face. Everything last night was for Lucien, in hopes that he would see how good she could be for him. That she was perfect for him, and he for her. Though her body was sore, she gently turned her body and wrapped an arm around Lucien, tenderly kissing his shoulder. "I love you." The words were out of her mouth before she knew it. She hadn't meant to say it, but now that she did, she was glad. Surely, surely now he would love her too. Clara had loved him for a long time.

 

[Lucien Snow]

Clara was awake, and kissed him on the shoulder. And then she said the three words, the eight letters that he never wanted to hear. He let out an audible sigh, as he moved out of the bed, and summoned his clothing. He put on his robes, before he purred, "Oh Clara... Clara, Clara, Clara..." Lucien ran his hand through his hair, slicking it back as much as he could. It was not really working though. He turned and looked at her before he smirked cruelly, "If only there was someone that did love you." Lucien found his shoes and slipped them on, before he approached the door. "Thanks for the good time though. But don't come crawling back. I'd never have a girl with so much emotional baggage."
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[Clara Zhefarovich]

Her heart was thumping, as Clara watched Lucien dress, but the words that came out of his mouth were not what she was expecting. The blonde watched as he walked out, her eyes filling with tears. She could almost feel her heart break in two as he closed the door. Where did she go wrong? She thought she had given him everything he wanted. Clara curled up in the bed, not wanting to move for fear of falling to pieces. And there she stayed, her thoughts taunting her of her worthlessness, her inability to be loved as she sobbed into the pillow until she fell asleep.

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