"Do you love me?" I asked as part of a never ending routine.
"I ask the questions around here!" She fake exclaimed. These were Sundays.
"Do you love me?" I asked again 23 hours, 13 minutes and 50 seconds later.
"Where did you set my keys?" This was a Monday, the day she could forget her body at home if it wasn't attached to her being.
"Do you love me?" I repeated.
"Maybe." She stared at me for long enough that the sheets underneath my body started to feel uncomfortable, then she rolled on top of me to kiss me. Welcome to Tuesday.
"Do you love me?" I asked as I walked through the door, with my briefcase in my left hand.
I saw her slumped over on the couch, asleep. I tucked a blanket around her body and put a bookmark in the page 'Fragile Things' was open to and moved it to the ground next to the couch. Wednesdays always drain her extra.
"Do you love me?" I yelled once she was fully conscience.
"Can I have another cup of coffee?" She said, outstretching her hand holding her bright orange mug to me. She didn't have to go to work on Thursdays, but she liked to get up to laugh at me anyways.
"Do you love me?" I followed this with a throwing of a piece of popcorn.
"Ask me when you aren't using snacks as projectiles." She returned her attention to the movie and didn't say another word. I felt her hand grip mine under the arm rest though. Everyone knows that Friday is movie night.
"Do you love me?" She asked.
"Can you love me?" She blinked. This was new.
"Yes… No… I don't know… The last guy I was with died. Answer me, do you love me?"
"Yes. Will you love me?"
"Eventually." She replied. I kissed her and let it go for 18 hours, eleven minutes and 56 seconds.
That wasn't Saturday. Saturday's question is asked while we are cooking something and her retort is to smile and laugh and shove something in my mouth. That was Hermione's-letting-it-go-day. I hope Saturday is returned, the Malfoys have lost it before.