"Draco?"
"Yes?"
"Who...Who wears the robes in our relationship?"
Draco stared at her, lips twitching. "What?" He loved triggering her blushes and making her repeat herself when talking about...them was an easy way to do so.
"W-who wears the robes in our relationship?"
"I think both of us wear robes."
Her fingers tightened around his hand as they sat on the couch together. "You now what I mean."
"I know what you meant and I think both of us wear the robes," he replied silkily, lying on her lap. "What do you think?"
"I-I...I don't know. I couldn't decide."
Silwen was blushing properly now. Good. Now, the choice was to clear it up or make her blush a touch more. If possible. He smirked. Of course it was. He was, after all, Draco Malfoy. Eyes locking on hers, he sat up, keeping close to her. "I'll let you decide then."
"H-how?"
"Kiss me or I'll kiss you. Whoever kisses first decides."
There she went, blushing more deeply than a sunset. However, to his surprise, she leaned forward and gently pressed her lips on his forehead. "We'll both wear the robes, Draco." He smiled. He'd have it no other way.
