DISCLAIMER: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling.
~ Witchlight ~
"I tolerate you, my lady, I really do," he whispers, nuzzling her shoulder.
"That's the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me."
He lifts his head and looks at her with a startled expression as he asks, "Do you mean it?"
She laughs.
"Sadly, yes," she says. She reaches out and ruffles his hair. "Why, I don't believe I've ever had anyone say anything so kind as that they tolerate me. I have gotten quite a few death threats in bed, before, though..."
She can see that he isn't sure whether to believe her or not, and it is so tempting to see how far she can go with it before he catches on, but she's not sure how much longer she can keep a straight face while he looks at her with such pity in his eyes.
"I'm joking, you fool."
"Not funny," he says, hiding his relieved grin by burying his face against her chest.
Younger men are fun to play with, she thinks to herself as she strokes his hair. Bonus points to me for corrupting one of my dear cousin's little friends.
~end~
A/N: About the title... witchlight burns with a cold blue flame, and I thought that suited this pairing.
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