His body moulded so closely to hers,
eyes firmly shut,
covers blocking out the sunlight.
She smelt of Firewhiskey and Muggle soft drink,
intermingled with the scent of her flowery perfume.
She stirred briefly in her sleep,
face hidden by strands of blonde hair,
contented smile upon her face.
He held her in his arms,
and each wished to comfort the other,
and hoped to stay together forever.
He wondered if the two would last,
the first time he asked her to stay the night.
She hoped he would treat her well,
the descendant of a Veela,
one couldn't be too careful.
She wandered into the kitchen,
wrinkling her nose at the smell of coffee.
She giggled as she poured herself a cup of tea,
two sugars.
He gazed into her eyes on their wedding night,
praying he could take care of her,
until Death came calling.
