#61—Kiss

“You may now kiss the bride.”

Lucius froze. Narcissa stood before him, her veil waiting to be lifted.

“Kiss me, Lucius,” Narcissa said through clenched teeth.

His hands shook as he raised the veil. He grimaced and sneered as he leaned closer to her lips, closing his eyes. In an instant, he felt hands on the back of his head and his face connected to Narcissa’s. She was holding his lips to hers. His eyes shot open and he tried to free himself. After a minute, Narcissa released him and he backed away, panting and snarling at his new wife.