Just a little something my muse made me write while I couldn't think of the last chapter of KfaR. Hope you like it.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J. K. Rowling.
Her Man
He had blood running through his veins which was as pure as that of a wizarding family could possibly be. He was so rich that others assumed that his parents were only living on the interests of their fortune – without ever touching one single knut of the actual riches. He was the member of a family who was known to support the dark Arts throughout the United Kingdom.
He was everything her parents feared – a wizard of one of the old aristocratic families.
He was a good student – Professor Snape especially held his skills at potions at a high esteem. He was a prefect – although Professor McGonagall feared he might take advantage of his position. He was a student who loved power – what Professor Umbridge liked about him.
He was like most of the other Slytherins – whatever that meant to the teachers.
He was a Slytherin – cunning, mean, and arrogant. He was the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team – unfair, rough, and brutal. He was a supposed death eater-to-be – merciless, murderous, and evil.
He was everything her friends, team-mates, house despised – a Slytherin, an enemy.
He was also the man whose eyes she felt upon her in classes and made the hairs on her neck stand up. He was the man whose whispered words send chills down her spine. He was the man whom she dreamt of every night.
He was the man whose kiss let her melt against his lips. He was the man who made her skin burn when his hands wandered over it. He was the man who made her sigh and moan and scream when he was moving inside of her.
He was the man who made her heart flutter when he told her he loved her. He was the man who made her knees weaken when he asked her to spend the rest of eternity with him. He was the man who made her speechless when he asked her to marry him.
He was the man she had been worried about when he had suddenly disappeared during the school year. He was the man she had cried over when she had found out about the vanishing cabinet. He was the man at whose bed she had been sitting until he had recovered.
He was the man whom she was going to marry today. And no matter what others thought of him – her parents, teachers, friends – he was the man she loved and that was the only thing that was important to her.