Chapter Twenty Four
I'm mad. Very, VERY mad. Most of you Sixteen Candles readers should know why... But anyway. I took Sixteen Candles down off LanaMariah and posted it under a different screen name - same title and everything, don't freak. Email me if you can't find it and want the link, I'll be glad to give it to you.
I hate stupid, mindless people whose heads are stuck too far up their asses to realize something that's sitting right in front of them. They're IDIOTS.
Aimée
Draco and I arrived at our flat next to one another, both breathless, our faces flushed. He and I stared at one another for a good thirty seconds before we both burst out laughing, truly amazed at the events which had just taken place.
"Did you see her face?" I asked, grinning more than I had for the past year.
"God, yes!" Draco exclaimed, falling to the couch in hysterical fits of laughter, "I had no idea she hadn't read the book… That was absolutely fucking priceless!"
I smirked, "I told her to on more than one occasion, but no, the bitch just didn't listen. We got her good."
"She'll be scarred for life," Draco agreed, calming down some, "God… Remind me to send your Dad a very large, expensive gift every day for the rest of his life."
"We'll both send one," I moved over next to him, carefully avoiding any sort of physical contact, "Am I allowed to tell you how much I love you?"
He raised an eyebrow playfully, leaning back onto one of the armrests of the couch, "It depends – how are you going to make this whole wedding thing up to me?"
"Very slowly and very physically."
He laughed, "I suppose you can say it then."
With one fluid motion, my lips were upon his once more as I felt a swell inside my chest.
I love you, you great big lug.
It took you six years to notice I'm big?
Draco!
What?
I'm trying to be serious here.
You are?
Yes, I am, so if you don't mind, shut up and kiss me.
Harry… I AM kissing you.
You just had to get technical, didn't you?
It's my nature.
Fine – shut up and fuck me.
Much, much better.
I woke up the next morning, my limbs entangled with Draco's, the sun from the window opposite the door glaring brightly in my eyes. As I turned over to avoid the sun, the arms wrapped around me tightened.
"Good morning," Draco murmured, gray eyes wide and alert.
"And a very good morning to you," I smiled, moving up next to him for the heat, "Sleep well?"
"With you? Always," he grinned.
We laid there for a moment, neither saying anything, until I lifted my hand to his cheek, rubbing the soft flesh delicately.
"I love you, you know."
He nodded, face involuntarily moving into the contact, "Yes, I know."
I sighed, kissing him gently and then moving back to observe him as I had so many times before.
"I want to spend the rest of my life with you."
He smiled, "You do?"
I nodded, my mind racing despite the early morning fog that had overtaken it, "I don't care what everyone else thinks anymore – I've lost you once, there's no way I'd ever allow myself to lose you again. I love you too much for that. I don't care if we won't officially be recognized; I don't care if everyone hates the idea…"
Draco opened his eyes a bit more, slowly realizing what I was trying to say.
"Draco… I want to marry you."
Ethan lay next to her the next night, his eyes taking in the sight of her bodily greedily, his hands roaming to places few had ever touched before.
"You know, if that idiot brother of mine had actually gone through with it – I think I would have died without you."
Cassandra smiled weakly, her own hands moving up and down her boyfriend – my brother's – body.
"Why didn't you tell me he was gay?"
Ethan shrugged, "Because he's not."
"Then why did he go up to Draco and kiss him in front of everyone? He ruined everything, you know."
"He insists he's bi, actually," Ethan kissed her forehead, "And I didn't want to hurt you."
There was a long paused before either dared to speak again, the heat of the room finally making Ethan kick off the blankets confining them.
"I have something to tell you, Ethan," Cassandra spoke softly, "Something important."
Ethan cocked his head to one side, gazing at her pale face, "What is it?"
"You have to remember I never slept with Harry… the bastard wouldn't let me," she sniffed, "And it may complicate things a bit."
Ethan smirked, "It can't be that bad – go on."
She sighed, "Ethan, baby, I'm pregnant – and yes, it's yours."
I'm mad. Very, VERY mad. Most of you Sixteen Candles readers should know why... But anyway. I took Sixteen Candles down off LanaMariah and posted it under a different screen name - same title and everything, don't freak. Email me if you can't find it and want the link, I'll be glad to give it to you.
I hate stupid, mindless people whose heads are stuck too far up their asses to realize something that's sitting right in front of them. They're IDIOTS.
Aimée
Draco and I arrived at our flat next to one another, both breathless, our faces flushed. He and I stared at one another for a good thirty seconds before we both burst out laughing, truly amazed at the events which had just taken place.
"Did you see her face?" I asked, grinning more than I had for the past year.
"God, yes!" Draco exclaimed, falling to the couch in hysterical fits of laughter, "I had no idea she hadn't read the book… That was absolutely fucking priceless!"
I smirked, "I told her to on more than one occasion, but no, the bitch just didn't listen. We got her good."
"She'll be scarred for life," Draco agreed, calming down some, "God… Remind me to send your Dad a very large, expensive gift every day for the rest of his life."
"We'll both send one," I moved over next to him, carefully avoiding any sort of physical contact, "Am I allowed to tell you how much I love you?"
He raised an eyebrow playfully, leaning back onto one of the armrests of the couch, "It depends – how are you going to make this whole wedding thing up to me?"
"Very slowly and very physically."
He laughed, "I suppose you can say it then."
With one fluid motion, my lips were upon his once more as I felt a swell inside my chest.
I love you, you great big lug.
It took you six years to notice I'm big?
Draco!
What?
I'm trying to be serious here.
You are?
Yes, I am, so if you don't mind, shut up and kiss me.
Harry… I AM kissing you.
You just had to get technical, didn't you?
It's my nature.
Fine – shut up and fuck me.
Much, much better.
I woke up the next morning, my limbs entangled with Draco's, the sun from the window opposite the door glaring brightly in my eyes. As I turned over to avoid the sun, the arms wrapped around me tightened.
"Good morning," Draco murmured, gray eyes wide and alert.
"And a very good morning to you," I smiled, moving up next to him for the heat, "Sleep well?"
"With you? Always," he grinned.
We laid there for a moment, neither saying anything, until I lifted my hand to his cheek, rubbing the soft flesh delicately.
"I love you, you know."
He nodded, face involuntarily moving into the contact, "Yes, I know."
I sighed, kissing him gently and then moving back to observe him as I had so many times before.
"I want to spend the rest of my life with you."
He smiled, "You do?"
I nodded, my mind racing despite the early morning fog that had overtaken it, "I don't care what everyone else thinks anymore – I've lost you once, there's no way I'd ever allow myself to lose you again. I love you too much for that. I don't care if we won't officially be recognized; I don't care if everyone hates the idea…"
Draco opened his eyes a bit more, slowly realizing what I was trying to say.
"Draco… I want to marry you."
Ethan lay next to her the next night, his eyes taking in the sight of her bodily greedily, his hands roaming to places few had ever touched before.
"You know, if that idiot brother of mine had actually gone through with it – I think I would have died without you."
Cassandra smiled weakly, her own hands moving up and down her boyfriend – my brother's – body.
"Why didn't you tell me he was gay?"
Ethan shrugged, "Because he's not."
"Then why did he go up to Draco and kiss him in front of everyone? He ruined everything, you know."
"He insists he's bi, actually," Ethan kissed her forehead, "And I didn't want to hurt you."
There was a long paused before either dared to speak again, the heat of the room finally making Ethan kick off the blankets confining them.
"I have something to tell you, Ethan," Cassandra spoke softly, "Something important."
Ethan cocked his head to one side, gazing at her pale face, "What is it?"
"You have to remember I never slept with Harry… the bastard wouldn't let me," she sniffed, "And it may complicate things a bit."
Ethan smirked, "It can't be that bad – go on."
She sighed, "Ethan, baby, I'm pregnant – and yes, it's yours."