What Matters Most

I'd rather be sad with you, than anywhere away from you.

We were fighting again. He yelled, I screamed. I threw a couple of dishes (Some conveniently aimed at the wall beside his head). He attempted to reason with me. I shrugged him off. When we've had it with the screaming, we abruptly stop and simultaneously leave the room. We retreat to our own little corners. We mull over what we did wrong, what we could have done right, what words we said out of anger, what comments we have to apologize for. Eventually, we'd crawl our way back to each other's arms, silently agreeing to disagree.

This time it was different. As I stormed out of the room, he followed me. Frustrated, I ignored him and entered the nearest guest bedroom. Sitting on the bed, pointedly ignoring his presence, I grew curious as to what he was doing. I felt the weight of the bed shift, accommodating his presence. He grabbed my hand, placing light kisses on the back. I looked up at him, controlling my features as to not give any thoughts away. He stared back, with looking sincere and contrite.

"I can't believe I captured your heart." He whispered softly. "Gin, I love you."

He pulled me closer to him, and said "Ginevra Weasley, do you think so little of me, to assume that I would disregard my undying love for you just because some wench with a pretty face has turned my head?"

Suddenly, the fight didn't matter. It didn't matter that she draped herself all over him. It didn't matter that she had the gall to throw a drink in my face. What matters is that he was there to clean me up. What matters is that Draco Malfoy loves me, and cares about only me. All that matters is that he's here, with me.


Credits to the Bleachers' song, Wake Me.