Here is a little ficlett I wrote, inspired by Ell Roche who is AMAZING.
I don't think I will ever tire of watching her brush her hair by the fire. The long blonde strands shine and my fingers ache to run through the silken length. I watch her every night and every night she fails to notice me. Mother and Father expect me to announce I have chosen a suitable bride soon, as my seventeenth birthday is in three short weeks. I fear that if I leave the shadows and speak my intentions, she would turn away in disgust. I know I could just owl her guardian with an offer for her hand and, given my station and heritage, have it be readily accepted. I have considered that option many a time, but I know she deserves more: declarations of love and adoration, beautiful courting gifts, and most of all, a say in the matter. If I go straight to her godfather, I would be taking away her choice. I want her to choose me. I want a happy marriage full of love and happiness with her. Forcing her into a union may turn her from me, making her bitter and resentful.
Lost in my internal struggles, I almost didn't hear her call my name. I looked into those perfect emerald eyes and waited for her to continue.
"Draco, do come away from the shadows and stop brooding. If you wait too much longer, Sirius may have me affianced to another and we don't want that, do we darling?" Her words we spoken calmly, as if discussing the weather, but there was no hiding the hint of a smirk that graced her perfect pink lips.
Standing and swiftly crossing the room, Draco knelt before her, taking her delicate hand in his. "Will you do me the honor of becoming Lady Malfoy?"
Hope you enjoyed it : )
-Misery