So since I have so much free time... I decided to upload a whole bunch of stuff. (Amazing, isn't it?) But I don't really have loads of free time, it's just today. Sadness. To, this fic is in the point of view of James S. P.'s girlfriend, Aithne. (btw Aithne is pronounced Eth-n-ya)
The Question
She gasped as he got down on one knee and asked The Question.
"Will you marry me?"
She paused. "I'm sorry, James..." his shoulders slumped and the look of disappointment would haunt her nightmares for the rest of her life. "...But I'm going to make your life a living hell for as long as you live."
His eyes suddenly brightened and she changed her mind. The look of hope would haunt her nightmares. "Is that a yes?"
"No..." she said sarcastically, "I don't want to live with you for the rest of my life and finally have an excuse to torture you without people asking too many questions."
He grinned. "I love you, Aithne." and he wrapped her up in quite a breathtaking kiss... Before she pushed him away.
"Let's not get too sappy, now," she said warningly.
He laughed. "What will you do, torture me?"
"You bet I will."
"How?"
"Like this!" she said, tickling him with surprising fervor.
"Noooo!" he let out a dramatic cry and fell to the ground. She laughed.
"So, where's the ring?" she asked.
"So impatient!" he chastised from the floor.
She rolled her eyes. "Just get the damn thing."
He reached into his pocket, shuffling around a bit, then searched in his other one, then the many others. It wasn't there. Finally he looked in his jacket pocket, and pulled out a gold and diamond ring. Classic.
He moved to put it on her when suddenly she shrieked, pulling back and slapping his hand away.
"What?" he asked, perplexed.
"Did you even wash the ring before you tried to put it on me? Where's the sanitizer?"
See what I did with the title? :P ah-hahahah..
This is how I imagine life to be like, on average, in the Potter household. Specifically, James Sirius Potter's household. It's likely to be even crazier when Aithne has a baby. (But I'm not going to write about that. I can't write this ship as well as I'd like to and I would probably butcher it.)