Chapter One

Artist

Oliver stared blankly at the white paper, ripped hastily from Sadie's dear cousin's sketch book earlier that day. He sighed heavily, put the pencil to the paper and drew a line. Only to erase it once again. He was never good at this. Never. He was a wizard, what did he need to know how to draw for?

He usually had the most creative ideas. And the one he had seemed at least remotely original. Original in a sense that he'd never heard it had been done before. But, alas, he could not draw and finish his master plan.

Sadarah lay asleep in his bed, covered by only the blanket and lingerie, which was strewed everywhere in every direction possible. She looked peaceful through the wavy blonde mess of hair covering her face. Her cheeks held a slight pink tinge. The only sign of any sinning they'd done. Besides the mess of the room of course. Oh how he loved her. Her scent, her smile, her laugh, her everything. He was an alcoholic, and she was his drug.

But to draw that on paper, he had no idea how. But he put the pencil back to the paper and drew what he saw.

Three hours later, he was still drawing. Concentrating on the minor details now, it had to be perfect. Sadie stirred in her sleep. Felt around with her eyes closed and sat bolt up right when she didn't feel him lying beside her. Sadie held the blanket up and looked sleepily around the room. She heaved a sigh of relief, and her shoulders slouched as she fell back against the pillows. "I hate when you do that," she whispered.

He smirked, and climbed into the bed next to her, subtly opening his bedside table drawer while doing so. He held the paper against his bare chest so she couldn't see. "I know you do, love. And that's why I do." He pecked her on the tip of her nose and she giggled.

Oliver put the paper on the bedside table, out of her reach. But not out of her notice, "What's that?" she asked. He shifted so he was leaning over her, trailing kissed down the length of her neck.

"You'll see," he sighed against the skin of her cheek.

"When?" she asked, as he kissed her. He plundered her mouth with his tongue, putting all her curiosity aside, at least he hoped.

Sadie ran her cold hands down his chest, sending shivers up his spine. With one hand, she continued to do so. The other tried tugging his pants down. He stopped her. "I thought you wanted to see the paper?" he asked, coming up for air. He tugged her and rolled over so she sat astraddle his hips.

"What paper?" she replied, confusion in her expression was evident. He chuckled and wrapped both arms around her back and gently started to lift the garment she was wearing off, but she wasn't having that now. "What paper?" she inquired once more. She looked over to his side table and raised an eyebrow, curiously. He meant to stop her, but she grabbed the paper before he could.

She looked admirably at the paper. He'd certainly drawn what he'd seen. She smiled and peered over it at him. "I didn't know you could draw," she said.

"Oh, I can't," he stated, blatantly being honest. "That took three hours of my best Charms work." She laughed and looked at it again. Oliver smoothly, and quickly pulled a box from his side table drawer.

Sadie's face contorted in concentration, then befuddlement. "Oliver," she stated. He raised an expectant eyebrow when she looked to him again. "I'm not wearing a ring."

He smiled and took the paper from her. "Well then," he started, "can't have that." He pulled the blue velvet box from beneath the covers and held it up for her to see. "But you have to answer me something first," he whispered. Her mouth dropped open in an o-shape as she took it in. He savored the moment. It seemed like one to remember. He pulled the diamond ring from the box and held it to her left hand, half on her ring finger, half not. Her right hand flew to her mouth in surprise. And he could feel, as she was still on top of him, her stop breathing. "Will you marry me?"

I've actually had this idea for a while. But writing this first chapter was a bit difficult. Sorry for the excuses, but it's how I am. More to come, obviously. Reviews would be wonderful(:

- S

P.S. Clearly I don't own anything but the OC character and the way the words are mixed together. So I'm not going to say so every chapter. Review(: