A/N: Just a 100 word drabble for each sentence. (:
Disclaimer: Owned, none. Got these lyrics from the song LOVE by Olivia Ong.
L is for the way you look at me
Hermione could remember that evening, when the cheers erupted around Hogwarts, the final battleground of the wizarding war against the dark side. They had won. Harry was hugging Ginny, Ron was deep in embrace with his brothers, and she was staring right into his stormy grey eyes. There was no hate in those eyes, but with it came tinges of happiness that she haven't notice on him before. Breaking into genuine smile, she was lifted off the ground and was getting twirled around, before being crushed into his embrace. It was warm with bodily heat. She rather liked that.
O is for the only one I see
A childhood of insults and quarrels, 1 year of working together, 6 months of courtship and dating, everything Draco Malfoy needed to be convinced that whatever he was going to do was sane. He walked up the stairs of The Burrow, knocking at the door gingerly. The door was flung open, limbs and hands engulfed him. Laughing lightly, he made his way in, and found the very person he was here for. Clearing his throat, he got her attention, and everyone else. Calming himself, he began with the mission he has originally come here for. It was now or never.
V is very very extraordinary
Like every other young girl, a wedding was an all white affair. Saying vows and keeping them forever. As Hermione grew, wedding to her was a simpler affair. And now, she doesn't know what to say. Even the word 'Grand' was an understatement. It was magnificent. She was right in front of the priest, her father and mother sitting in the front getting all emotional with Ginny, who was busy wiping tears of her own. Beside her, was the man she has promised to love 'till death do us part' "And now, you may kiss the bride." She smiled.
E is even more than anyone that you adore
The house has never been so lively. Since Draco was a boy, he had wandered these halls alone, dark and quiet. Now, with 3 bouncing children and occasional sleepovers from the Potter and Weasley children, the house seems like a playhouse of some sort. He looked over at the woman that was currently sleeping on his arms on the crouch. Who would have thought that someone he had taught to hate since birth was someone who he loves dearly and mother of his children? Looking at his wife, this kind of life, he thought, he will get use to it.
Love was made for me and you
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