A/N: Okay, so I have no idea what I've written… This was written while I was halfway through revising Homer's Iliad for my GCSE exams today (which went pretty well, if I must say so myself, thanks for asking haha! :P) so excuse the roughness of it all… And the lyrics that is the title of the song is from Sunny Hill's 'The Grasshopper Song', which is an amazing song, you should all check it out, even though it's Korean~

if you just fight and argue all the time, it's tiring

by shiny-chang

She hates it. He hates. Their friends hate it.

But they do nothing to stop it. Nothing to stop the endless shouting and the endless sound of shattering as she throws yet another glass, missing his head by millimetres. By now, they've given up on magic, their wands lying forgotten in a dark corner of the room.

It's part of their relationship, this arguing. After all, for the six and a half years before she finally relented, yelling at each other down the corridor as she hurries to stop him jinxing Severus for the thousandth time had been 'their' thing. Even the teachers had given up trying to stop them potentially dragging the school down into ruins from the sparks flying at each other. Yet they've both managed a whole year of quiet, peace and love, disgusting Sirius and Remus with the their abundant displays of affection.

But they couldn't have, shouldn't have expected it to last. Not when the beginning of their relationship had been fast and furious. Not when there were Death Eaters on every street corner, and they were sent out on shifts to protect someone, anyone, everyone.

She screams in frustration, rushing at him, fists raised. He holds her, smoothing down her long red hair as she breaks down into sobs, furious tears wetting his T-shirt.

'Why would you kill him? Why do I kill? Why do we have to kill? I'm so tired of this…'

He silences her with a kiss on the forehead, and she clings on tighter, breathing in his scent.

Neither of them really ever know why they fight; sometimes it's about petty things, like who let the cat out in the middle of the night, and sometimes it's about the war. But it's always the entangling of their limbs as they hold desperately onto one another, the only lasting physical thing they have left, that prevents them from deserting each other.

Somehow they make it to their room upstairs, her eyelids dropping down over her emerald eyes, shining with tears.

'When do you think this will stop? All this arguing? All this fighting?'

'I don't know, Lils,' he murmurs in reply, pulling her closer.

'I hope it ends by next year…'

'Hmmm… Why next year?'

She sighs, silent for a while until he nudges her an answer.

'James… I'm pregnant.'

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