"Love: the sickest of Irony's sick jokes. The place where logic and order go to die."
-Christopher Moore (Coyote Blue)
She sat in the library contemplating what she was doing with her life… It wasn't a fun self-conversation. She was in the library, bored out of her mind, and seriously entertaining the idea of suicide as she looked upon her potions essay assignment.
"Stop sighing weasel", a resigned voice said breaking through her thoughts.
Rolling her eyes she swept her long auburn curls up into a ponytail and turned, "Malfoy, good day."
She gathered up her schoolwork, knowing without a doubt that she wasn't going to accomplish anything anyways and headed towards the doors. She shook her head to herself, how could Malfoy be doing homework but she couldn't concentrate. Totally not the kind of Saturday afternoon activities she would think him doing. Playing house elf soccer or convincing first years they could fly without using their wand, sure. Homework, no.
Her thoughts were once again jolted by the same voice, "You sure get lost in thought easily."
He had caught up to her and caught her arm. She glanced down and looked back up saying, "Perhaps."
His lips quirked in the corners, she thought it was cute. You know like puppy cute.
"Weasley!" he said snapping. She frowned; his lips weren't quirking in the corners anymore. Shame.
"Yes, Draco", she said drawing his name out. Ah, the quirk was back.
"Let's get dinner."
She smiled, "Always."
He was smiling now, the smile he saved for her.
"One would think after a year of dating and an engagement my fiancé would focus a little more on me."
That precious little smile, it was what made her fall in love.
"True, but then where would the fun be? You wouldn't chase me anymore.", She said with mischievousness filling her amber eyes.
"Weasel," he said leaning in closer, oh how she loved his scent, "when will you learn that you can never out run a ferret?"
She laughed. He must get his strength of stride from house elf soccer. Those muscles are tasty, "I'd have it no other way."
He picked up bridal style and whispered in her ear, "And, you little minx, I stopped playing house elf soccer when I was 10. They didn't scream as much, lost some of the fun."
She kissed him on the check laughing, "Oh Draco Malfoy how will I ever survive forever with you?"
He kissed her back, "I think it'll go swimmingly."
END.
I don't really know what this was, I was supposed to be studying but this happened. Oh well. If you hate it so be it. Sorry biology, we'll date another time.