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narukoibito · 3 years
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Hi! Can u do a Hinny ghost AU or something like that please? I was thinking of Hinny moving into a new house and James, Albus or lily seeing ghosts or demons. Happy Halloween! 👻 🎃
Happy Halloween, anon! 
Oh my, what a prompt! Well, I don’t really do scary stories. At all. Because I am certainly not Gryffindor for a reason. 
But you did get my head thinking, and I came up with over 1,500 words of this silly story. I am really bad at writing drabbles and not full stories it seems, but I rushed the ending because oh jeez, this piece is ridiculous and I was planning on writing other things today, haha! Maybe I’ll come back and rewrite the end one day, but eh, I had fun and was ready to move on.
Summary: Hinny ghost AU, where Harry and Ginny move into a new house, only to discover a ghost that grows a little too attached to one of them, much to the annoyance of the other.
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An Over-friendly Haunting
“Ginny, I got the takeout you like,” Harry called from the door, already toeing his way out of his trainers. He could hardly contain his excitement. His wife — wife, what a glorious word! — was waiting at home for him.
Their home.
Of course, they had lived together before they got married. Ginny didn’t even pretend that she would stay with Hermione in-between her Harpie training and matches, much to Molly’s chagrin. But that was different. That was Ginny staying at Harry’s place. This was official. This was the brand new home of the Potters.
Harry’s heart still did a little thrill at the thought.
Expecting to find his new wife alone, perhaps unpacking (likely more lounging), awaiting him and food, he was surprised to hear her laugh and the sound of another, foreign voice.
“Ginny? Were we expecting company?” he asked, walking toward the source of the voices in the kitchen.
Harry nearly dropped the food at the sight of Ginny and a regal-looking woman. Coiffed hair; elegant, if old-fashioned robes; pearly-white skin; and cold, silvery eyes that seemed to send chills down his spine.
Oh yes, and did he fail to mention that she was translucent?
“Harry!” Ginny cried in joy, raising from her seat to take the Chinese from him. She took an excited sniff, savoring the steam that escaped from the containers. “Merlin, please tell me that you got the steamed dumplings. Oh yes, you did, I knew I could count on you.”
As she turned away to set the food out on the table, he could hear her hum in pleasure over the receipt. Only 20 quid for all of this!
“Er, Gin? Forgetting something?” Harry cleared his throat.
“Hm?” Ginny looked up in the midst of popping of one the dumplings in her mouth. “Oh, yes, this is Amelia. Amelia, this is my husband, Harry.”
Amelia gave him a cool one-over, her bloodless lips curling up slightly. “A pleasure.”
“Nice to meet you,” he said weakly, his eyes darting to Ginny, who had gone ahead and dug into the lo-mein after these introductions. “Gin, can I, uh, speak to you for a moment?”
Both Amelia and Harry watched as Ginny finished slurping up a particularly long noodle. “Sure thing.” She turned to Amelia. “We’ll be back.”
Amelia gave Ginny what seemed to be a genuine smile. When she caught Harry looking, the warmth immediately disappeared, replaced instead with annoyance. Irritation flashed through Harry. It was as if Harry had interrupted her time with Ginny, rather than her interrupting their newlywed bliss.
The moment the door closed behind them, Harry cast a quick Muffliato.
“She’s a ghost.”
“Nothing gets past you, does it, Auror Potter?”
“Ginny,” he said, trying not to laugh. “Seriously.”
She gave a little helpless shrug. “I encountered her while trying to clean out the attic. Apparently, she comes with the house.”
“I knew that relator was a little too eager to give us the keys.”
Something had been niggling at him, the overeager way the witch had jumped at the young couple, the long time the cottage had been on the market. But Harry had been too enamored with the imaginary picture of Ginny (his wife!) curled up on the couch by the fireplace to heed his intuition. That, plus he had discounted it for the usual Boy-Who-Lived fame.
Harry sighed, pressing his fingers under his glasses to relieve the building pressure. “What do we do?”
“Well…”
He stopped and pulled his hand away, really looking at Ginny. Oh yes, this was a familiar look…
“Ginny…” he said, in a low, warning tone.
“She’s been alone for decades, Harry!”
“A ghost is not like take a stray cat!”
Speaking of which, the spotted stray Ginny had rescued during one of her away-games rubbed against their ankles.
“Freckles grew on you,” she pointed out, reaching down to lift the cat, which immediately returned her affections by rubbing against her cheek.
“That’s one word for it,” Harry said dryly, choosing not to point out how Freckles would start hissing at him when he felt Harry was taking too much of Ginny’s attention.
“She seems nice,” Ginny insisted, letting Freckles back down. “A bit cold at first, but she gets better once you get to know her.”
Harry sighed, his dream of escaping to their lovely abode just for the two of them starting to fade. “We can try, but if it doesn’t seem to be working…”
Ginny nods, taking Harry’s hands and placing a tender kiss against his lips. He let himself lean into her touch, the tension of the day and this latest surprise slowly ebbing out of his body. When she finally pulled away, he nearly made a sound of disagreement.
He slowly opened his eyes to see his wife gazing up at him, her brown eyes warm with affection.
“By the way, welcome home.”
Harry felt his lips tug up and pressed his forehead against hers.
Home. Wherever she was was home.
*
Despite Harry’s best efforts, Amelia did not warm up to him. If anything, she seemed to get colder if possible (he swears those two “accidental” times she walks through him, making him feel as if he were plunged into ice-water were on purpose).
To make matters worse, Amelia seemed unnaturally keen on Ginny. Aside from their bedroom, Amelia seemed to follow her everywhere.
Ginny explained one evening, wrapped in Harry’s arms, that Amelia had a phobia of men, and that it could have something to do with how she died.
But Harry couldn’t shake the feeling that it was something more though. It was in the way Amelia seemed to bristle anytime Ginny was affectionate toward him. The way she looked at Ginny when she thought no one noticed, as if Ginny hung the moon. But of course, Harry noticed. 
“She likes you,” he declared after a month when they’re out at a Muggle restaurant considering Harry has been trying to find more excuses not to be at home (which only adds to his ire).
Ginny quirked her eyebrow, her eyes looking unimpressed at the way Harry had his arms folded over his chest. “Who likes me?”
“Amelia,” he said, the skin on his face feeling uncomfortably tight. 
“Well, yeah, I’m quite likable.”
“No, I mean she fancies you. And I don’t like it. I don’t like it one bit.” When Ginny burst out laughing, he scowled and looked away, the monster in his chest prowling angrily. 
“Oh Harry, are you jealous?”
“No!” he lied because he certainly wasn’t upset that Amelia was always there, like a perpetual third wheel. Over the past weeks, he’d started wondering how Ron and Hermione had tolerated him all those years. Not that they’d been together, let alone newly married. 
The look on Ginny’s face revealed that he had not indeed fooled her.
“She snapped at me when I tried to wake you up from your nap.”
“She knew I was tired.”
“I knew that too, but your mum was going to be upset with us if we were late again.”
“Amelia is a bit protective. Think of her like Freckles.”
“I don’t like it,” he repeated, thinking of those times she arrived home from training, all sweaty and glowing, looking utterly shaggable. She would immediately start stripping out of her wet things on the way to the bedroom. The monster roared indignantly at the way Amelia’s white cheeks had almost nearly flushed. 
“Even if she does,” Ginny said, her voice lilting with amusement. So kind of his wife to enjoy his pain. “You don’t seriously think you have anything to worry about, do you? For one thing, you’re alive. I quite enjoy touching you doesn’t give me pneumonia. And of yeah, you’re my husband who I love, so there’s no need to be jealous of the undead is there?”
“You don’t see the way she looks at you,” he grumbled. He straightened when an alarming thought struck him. “You’ve never been starkers around her, have you?”
She rolled her eyes. “I don’t make a habit of stripping around her, no, Harry.”
“You wouldn’t like it if she were making googly ghost eyes at me,” he pointed out. It sounded childish even to him, even if he knew it was true. He had noticed the way Ginny had grounded her teeth when Gabrielle last visited.
“No,” she conceded, though it seemed like she was just saying that to placate him. She took his hand and lifted it to her lips. He could already feel his shoulders drooping. “I know she hasn’t been the friendliest to you. I’ll talk to her about it, okay? It’s your home too, and we’ll have to move if she continues to make you feel unwelcome.”
*
It ultimately wasn’t Ginny’s chat with Amelia that did it, nor her reluctant receding primarily to the attic for her living quarters. No, it wasn’t until two months later when a former Deatheaters had attacked their home. Amelia had distracted them long enough for Ginny to get in her favorite hex and several stunners before Harry and the Aurors arrived. 
For that, for potentially saving his wife from harm, Harry was willing to tolerate the unpleasant grumblings from his chest monster. And Amelia too seemed to recognize that a truce was the best way to stay close, lest they decided to move.
And it turned out all of Amelia’s protective swiping had been because she had recognized that Ginny was pregnant before they had.
When James was finally born, they asked her to be his Ghostmother. Amelia cried translucent tears all day. 
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misssophiachase · 7 years
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Thanks to @howeverlongs for this gorgeous cover and to @ashleigh-jewitt-xx for the one I posted last chapter. If you haven’t read this yet, hope you like the update!
Spellbound: Part 6: Witchcraft
Mikaelson Compound, French Quarter Sunday - PM
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Rebekah asked pointedly. Klaus looked over to the front gate relieved that Caroline had already gone outside and didn't have the same supersonic hearing as the rest of his family.
"Excuse me?"
"Excuse you, Niklaus," she drawled. "Is this the way you're trying to get women these days? Pretending to be in love with them so you can cop a feel?" Klaus growled instinctively, there was only a few people that could annoy him this much and Rebekah was at the very top of his list right now. As much as he revelled in her touch, Klaus wanted so much more than that from Caroline.
"I'd watch how you speak to me."
"Yeah, yeah," she scoffed. "Stop trying to be the big, bad hybrid when you are pathetically rubbing yourself against that witch in my presence. I mean talk about visuals that I won't be able to get out of my head."
"I shouldn't be surprised that you've made this situation all about you, little sister."
"This situation? Why shouldn't I be surprised that you're trying to divert attention away from what's really going on here," she growled. "How about we stop pretending and get to the point."
"The point?"
"The point where you admit that this supposed spell is a ruse for your real intentions. Can't you just tell the girl how you feel, you know like normal people do?" Before he could bite back she continued. "Oh that's right you're not normal, silly me."
"It's not that easy." Given the determined look on her face, Klaus knew it was futile trying to argue with her in this mood and with that frustrating dogged determination she possessed in spades.
"Hi Caroline, by the way I'm your mate," she mimicked. One thing he wasn't expecting her to say was that and not just because it was a ludicrous statement he'd never utter.
"How did you know?"
"I may have blonde hair but I'm a lot more observant than you give me credit for, Niklaus. I've seen the way you've been acting around her the past few days and when I stumbled upon this pathetic attempt to get closer to the witch I knew for sure. I'm just surprised no one else has picked this up but I always was the smartest one in this bloody family."
"Ignoring that selfless display of modesty," he quipped. "I only came to the compound under this ruse because I didn't want the witches to retaliate magically and what better place for that not to happen than here?"
"That still doesn't explain the fact that you went along with this in the first place."
"I was in shock," he murmured, surprised that he was being so frank with his sister of all people. "I'd suspected a connection but it wasn't until we kissed that I knew for sure."
"And now instead you've done everything possible to alienate your mate, great work Niklaus."
"I don't need this right now you know," he scowled. "Anyway, since when are you on Caroline's side? The other night after dinner you said she was annoyingly perky."
"She still is but I have to give the girl credit for making you slightly less grouchy than usual. So, what exactly are you planning to do? Wait for a spell to be cast from mother's grimoires and pretend to be fine again and decidely less touchy?"
"I hadn't really gotten that far yet," he admitted, sheepishly.
"Yeah you were too busy feeling up the witch to plan appropriately," she snorted. "I'm usually one for being all sorts of conniving and manipulative but in this instance I have to recommend some honesty and STAT, Nik. The last thing we need is not one but three angry witches out for retribution."
"I'll have you know that I have every intention of telling her."
"When exactly?"
"When the time is right but I was waiting until we got here," he replied weakly. The last thing Klaus felt like was being peppered with annoying questions from his little sister given everything that was happening. Call him crazy but over the last few hours he could have sworn Caroline was warming to his touch and actually enjoyed their close proximity even if it was supposedly enforced.
He'd felt it coming on gradually but when they approached the compound and he instinctively squeezed her hand sensing her apprehension, Klaus couldn't believe it when she returned his gesture. Maybe his crazy plan wasn't so crazy after all. Klaus was just hoping that after she discovered the truth Caroline would remember the connection they'd shared. This whole mate thing was new to Klaus but he liked to think that it would have the happy ending he craved.
Just thinking about wanting to be happy made Klaus realise just how much his life had changed in a few short days especially given he'd walked this earth for over one thousand years. Something had always seemed to be missing and Klaus knew now that it had been her. The beautiful, blonde witch that had breezed into town, almost burnt down one of his establishments, pretended to turn him into a mouse and stolen his heart in the process. Klaus knew there was a reason she cast that love spell instead and he was hoping she was slowly coming to the realisation that he was her mate, just as she was his.
"Yeah I can see how well that's working for you, Niklaus," she drawled, breaking him from his thoughts. He really needed to tell her and fast.
"I need to find Caroline," he said determinately, walking towards the entrance.
xxxxxx
"Peanut butter and jelly is the ultimate combination," she shared. Katherine was perched atop their kitchen counter like she owned the place and was lecturing Elijah about his sandwich filling choices. Apparently without their chef around that was her only option dinner wise.
"I'll take your word for it, Miss Pierce," Elijah offered formally, busying himself with the bread. He wasn't even hungry but figured ocupying the feisty brunette was his duty given everything happening elsewhere in the compound.
"So ridiculously polite aren't you?"
"Excuse me?"
"Rather than tell me you detest my taste you choose to avoid commenting," she replied chomping into her sandwich greedily. "It's okay you know, I won't hold it against you, even if your food choices are pretty boring."
"Boring?" Elijah baulked, regarding his ham, cheese and tomato sandwich curiously. "I'll have you know there's mustard on this too."
"Oooh that's crazy," she teased, swinging her legs back and forth against the kitchen cabinets. "If you tell me it's seeded or Dijon, I'm not sure we can manage all that extra excitement tonight."
"You really think I'm boring," he said. Katherine figured it was more of a statement than a question.
"Serious not boing," she smiled. "And even if you were, trust me I could stare at you in that suit and everything would all be forgiven."
"Oh, so now I'm just a piece of meat for you to ogle," he enquired, his eyebrows cocked curiously.
"I didn't know people still used the word ogle but no I wouldn't say that exactly," she drawled, placing her food down and focusing her full attention on Elijah.
When she'd first met him at dinner a few nights earlier Katherine had been immediately attracted to the tall, dark haired Mikaelson, even though he wasn't her usual type. Stuffy and uptight never really had been until now. There was definitely something sexy about his strong presence and Katherine wanted nothing more than to ruffle those perfect feathers. "I have to admit that when you take charge of the family like you did before it's pretty hot to watch."
"Well, given the situation I didn't really have a choice. I'm curious, do you ever take anything seriously, Miss Pierce?" He asked moving closer, his hand slightly grazing her leg in the process.
"Well, I suppose I like to think that you're broody enough for the both of us," she shot back, sending him her most dazzling smile.
She could smell his spicy aftershave from this proximity and it took all Katherine's willpower not to kiss away the grave expression that was constantly plastered across his gorgeous face. It seemed like such a waste to Katherine. His brown eyes searched her face earnestly, almost like he was torn about what to do with her next. She was thinking exactly the same thing about him. "Do you ever smile?"
"I try not to very often," he conceded.
"Afraid it's going to ruin that ruthless reputation of yours, Mr Mikaelson?" She asked teasingly, using his same formality.
"Something like that," he replied but Katherine couldn't miss the slight smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
If she wanted to kiss him when he was serious now she wanted to jump him. For some reason Elijah was very different to anyone she'd ever experienced and Katherine felt completely out of her depth with him. Elijah eventually tore his gaze from hers and moved away, occupying himself with placing lids on the assorted jars and putting them back in the refrigerator.
"I think its time I checked on Kol, god knows what he might do without some adult supervision."
"What do you call Bonnie?" Katherine asked, pushing herself off the counter and standing beside him.
"I have the distinct impression that she might need some supervision too, we don't want her killing him now do we? Not that I'd blame her given I have that urge on a daily basis when it comes to Kol."
"You seem to forget she can't use her powers here."
"I didn't forget, but I have a strong suspicion that Miss Bennett can hold her own against my younger brother."
"You wouldn't be wrong about that," she agreed thinking about all of that pent up tension between them and following him from the kitchen, her sandwich long forgotten.
xxxxx
"Petulant child isn't your best look, Kol," Bonnie accused, watching him pace back and forth impatiently. "Just stop stalling and show me where the damn grimoires are before I wipe that pout off your face."
The darkened attic was large but also overly crowded with items including a number of framed artworks, large, wooden chests and an array of antique furniture throughout. Bonnie figured you'd accumulate a lot of stuff when you're thousands of years old. If Katherine had that kind of a life span god knows where you'd store all her things including her exorbitant shoe collection.
"You should really watch who you're threatening, witch," Kol seethed, finally stopping his pacing to send her a dirty look.
"I love how you think calling me that is somehow going to make me feel bad," she drawled. "How about we just quit with all the pleasantries and do what your brother said already?"
"My brother is not my keeper."
"Yet, here we are," she scowled. "Do I need to remind you that this is about lifting the spell on Klaus?"
"A spell that would never have been cast if your stupid friend hadn't decided to go rogue," he muttered. "There's an established hierarchy in New Orleans and if you'd done your job and briefed her correctly we wouldn't be in this damn mess."
"Yes, you're Original family royalty and I'm just a lowly witch, don't worry you've made yourself very clear about that fact on a number of occasions."
"Yet you still continue to flout the rules."
"Oh, so it's all my fault," she shot back. "This is so typical of you, Kol. I'm curious, does it make you feel better to blame me for everything that is going wrong in your life?"
"Yes," it was only a one word answer but Bonnie could sense the overwhelming emotion in his voice. He sat down on a nearby chest and placed his head in his hands. Bonnie had never seen him this vulnerable and it was obvious everything that happened between them was finally taking its toll.
Bonnie shook her head at first wondering what she ever saw in this guy. He was immature, stubborn and could hold one hell of a grudge. Although at the same time she couldn't help but feel all of the unresolved feelings she'd tried to stifle for Kol come flooding back in that exact moment. Yes, she'd rejected him but Bonnie had never expected this amount of animosity.
"I'm sorry," she murmured. It would have been so easy to throw another insult back his way but Bonnie could tell he was still hurting and that his harsh words were his way of coping. She'd been so emotional after finding out his real identity back then and hadn't given any thought to his feelings before she fled. He'd lied to her after all, deceived her into thinking that he was someone else.
"For what exactly? That comment, leaving without saying goodbye or the fact you rejected me without letting me explain why I did what I did?"
"You lied to me, how did you expect me to react?"
"I just hoped you'd stay around long enough for me to explain, not leave Chicago without so much of a see you later."
"It never would have worked Kol, we are just too different."
"Something you decided again without giving me the opportunity to make my case. Being an Original vampire isn't as fantastic as it sounds, especially when you have Mikael Mikaelson as a father."
"You told me about your family pressure," she admitted, taking a seat next to him. Bonnie had promised herself that she'd never be this close to him ever again but the situation seemed to call for it. He reacted immediately, lifting his gaze to meet hers seriously. Brown eyes on brown as he continued.
"But yet knowing all of that you still left," he uttered. "You don't know how many times I wish I could be someone else without all the added family expectations. You've met my siblings now so surely that is case in point."
"Rebekah is certainly forthright," she offered, albeit feebly.
"That's a nice way of putting it," Kol grinned, turning to face her. Bonnie couldn't miss the fact that he'd rallied and she was in deep danger of losing herself to him all over again if she wasn't careful. After all he was still an Original.
"Do you know how hard it is to let yourself fall in love with someone who could just break your heart and all those dreams for the future in an instant?"
"For once we agree on something," she murmured. Bonnie wasn't sure who instigated the kiss but she didn't really care as his mouth massaged hers hungrily after so long apart. Before too long, their clothes had been shed and she was laid out on the chest and Kol was straddling her and feathering kisses over her supple skin, beginning with her collar bone and dipping dangerously lower. She couldn't resist any longer, losing herself to the feelings she'd tried to hide for so long.
"Oh my poor eyes," Elijah moaned, shielding his vision from what was going on in the attic between his brother and Bonnie.
"Don't listen to him," Katherine chided as the couple attempted to cover their bare skin from the surprise interruption. "Please continue, not all of us are such prudes."
"They are supposed to be finding some way to lift the spell not..."
"Having crazy, attic sex?" Katherine finished his sentence, peeling his hands from his face. "Oh please, everyone's entitled to a break and I myself couldn't think of a better way to spend that time."
xxxx
"Klaus?" Caroline asked. He'd barrelled towards the front door only to run into the object of his affection in the entry hall. He could have sworn she was angry given the way her blue eyes were darting around erratically and her breathing slightly ragged.
"Everything okay, love? I know Enzo can be a bit of a twat," he offered sincerely. She seemed to calm from his words immediately, her gaze now solely focusing on him. "Actually a lot of a twat."
"You'd be right," she agreed. "I just really need some time away from the family drama, it's stifling."
"Well, good luck," Klaus mused thinking she had summed it up so fittingly. It had only been twenty minutes but seeing her again had made Klaus realise that he couldn't live without her for too long. As much as he wanted to resent the mating bond Klaus knew it was the best thing to happen to him. Correction. Caroline Forbes was the best thing to happen to him ever and given his thousand year life span that was saying a lot.
"What do you do when it gets too much?" Klaus was slightly taken aback by the intimacy of her question.
"Well," he began, knowing exactly what he did to deal with the madness that was the Original family of vampires. "I suppose I go into my studio. It's quiet and allows me to entertain what the perfect life could be like." He noticed her falter slightly before she responded.
"Take me there," she rasped.
"Well, last time we went there..." he uttered, trying to be honest finally. After everything it was the least he owed her. The last thing Klaus wanted to do was upset her given the number of paintings starring her on the walls. Caroline thought there were a few last time she visited but his artistic inspiration had burgeoned since then. He figured she'd think it was all part of the love spell though so eventually lead her inside. If anything he hoped she'd see just what she meant to him.
She walked around the room, her hands running slowly over the various paintings as she took them all in. Klaus was desperate to ask what she thought, hoping he'd graduated from stalker to something even slightly more appealing in her eyes.
"The things a spell will do to someone," Caroline commented, her eyes fixated on one particular painting. "Funny how I never saw this one before though." Klaus knew that image as well as he knew himself. It was her first night in New Orleans, just before she'd set the napkin alight. He'd lied when he said she'd garnered his attention after that particular incident.
Klaus remembered that night so clearly, he'd been restless which wasn't unusual. As he turned the corner into the nearby alley his whole life had been completely shaken by the mysterious blonde in his sights. At the time he didn't know why but now given she was his mate it was all so obvious. Klaus never believed in fate but seeing her that night and the subsequent interactions he knew they were meant to be.
The image of her that night had taken a back seat in his mind, almost like he was too afraid to paint it because she might disappear completely. He'd hastily worked on it after dinner with the three witches that night, determined to keep their story alive after she'd left so prematurely. If he was being honest it was his favourite painting of her so far.
"You saw me that night?" Klaus only nodded. He couldn't respond verbally, his emotions were too heightened at that point. Plus he wasn't sure how he was going to explain his appearance that night. "I look so scared, I suppose I was being in a new city with foreign and unpredictable powers."
"It must have been difficult," he offered, moving closer.
"It was but then I met my sisters."
"I want you to know that you'll always have me too, love," he murmured, closing the distance between them. She never failed to have that heady effect on him and he certainly didn't need a spell to be drawn to her kindness and beauty. "Actually, there's something I need to..."
Before Klaus could continue, her hands had found his hair and were running them through his dark, blonde curls affectionately. He closed his eyes, the wolf inside him relishing in the feeling of her sweet caress. She leaned closer, placing chaste kisses on his temple, nose and finally his crimson lips. Klaus lost himself, returning her kiss with a renewed urgency desperate to taste her again.
Before he could slip his tongue inside her warmth she'd moved away, Klaus howling in pain as she kneed him roughly between his legs. The one thing he expected to feel down there had been much more pleasurable.
"How dare you."
"Caroline," he pleaded, wishing the pain away. He may of been the invincible, Original hybrid but it didn't make it any less sore not to mention humiliating to his sizeable ego.
"I hope you're proud of yourself, Mikaelson," she chided. "I was stupidly beginning to think that you were better than that manipulative dictator everyone in this town paints you to be but turns out I was the gullible one."
"It's not like that..."
"Spare me, I have felt absolutely terrible all day about what happened even though you're public enemy number one. But all this time you were playing me."
"Caroline.."
"Right now I don't really care what you think, in fact if I never see you again it will be too soon." Before Klaus could object she'd run from the room. Klaus could hear her calling to Bonnie and Katherine urgently about leaving. He raced towards her voice noticing that everyone had now congregated in the entry hall. Katherine and Bonnie seemed confused so too his brothers as Caroline moved towards the door purposefully.
"I'm not sure what's going on but I can't let you leave, Miss Forbes," Elijah insisted, placing himself between the door and the three witches.
"Good call, brother," Rebekah uttered standing by his side. "These witches aren't going anywhere."
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