"WHY THE HELL CAN'T YOU JUST LOVE ME? WHY DOES IT ALWAYS HAVE TO BE LIKE
THIS, WHY DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO DO THIS?" She screamed at him.
His lip curled. "Do what?"
"You know perfectly well what I mean. Why do you have to be so complicated about it? You can't even admit to your family and idiotic Slytherin friends that we're getting married? Hogwarts is done, Draco, there are no more Inter- House rivalries."
"Well, you see-"
"Don't give me excuses. If I can tell damn Harry Potter that we're engaged, then you can most certainly tell your family."
"You told him?"
"I ran into him and Ginny in Hogsmeade. He asked about the absurdly large engagement ring on my finger, and I told him."
"What did he say?"
"That's not the point! The point is, Draco Malfoy, is that you obviously don't love me enough to even tell people that you love me. That's the point. How do you expect me to marry you if you don't love me?"
"It's not that I don't love you-"
"Then what is it?"
He was speechless for a moment. "I do love you. I love you more than anything. But...my family...you know what they're like."
"I repeat, Draco, if I can tell Harry-"
"What is it with you and bringing Harry Bloody Potter into every damn conversation we have? Why didn't you just marry HIM?"
"Maybe I should've when he asked!"
"WELL THEN, GO AND MARRY HIM!"
"I DON'T WANT TO!"
"WHY THE HELL NOT?"
"BECAUSE I LOVE YOU, NOT HIM!"
"WHY DO YOU LOVE ME?"
"I don't know, I just do!" Cho said.
Draco's sarcasm returned for an instant. "Well, there's a first. A Ravenclaw who doesn't know the answer to something."
She narrowed her eyes at him. "Well, here's something that's definitely not a first. A Slytherin who's a damn coward." Cho turned and began walking up the stairs.
"I'M NOT A COWARD!"
"THEN WHAT ARE YOU?"
"I'M HUMAN, THAT'S WHAT!"
"No, Draco. Humans have feelings. You don't."
"You have too many feelings. Crying all over the place- you're like a human hosepipe."
"Go to hell, Draco Malfoy!"
"I'm already in Hell!"
The bedroom door slammed extremely noisily. Draco could hear things being thrown around upstairs.
CRASH!
There goes my heirloom silver mirror, he thought dully.
BANG!
Good-bye to the 19th century crystal vase from Great-Great Grandmother.
THUD!
My shelf of hair care products...MY SHELF OF HAIR CARE PRODUCTS!
Draco jumped up from the table in horror. He ran up the staircase, and knocked gently on the bedroom door.
"Time to use that Malfoy charm..." He whispered to himself. Draco cleared his throat. "Sugar?"
No answer.
"Pumpkin, open the door."
Still no answer. A couple of sniffles could be heard.
He sighed. "Look, I'm sorry, Pumpkin. I'm an arrogant bastard who doesn't deserve you, and I promise I'll owl them tomorrow."
A few seconds later, the lock was unlocked, and Cho opened the door, her face tear-stained.
"Will you really?" She asked.
He nodded. "Promise." She allowed her self to be enveloped in his arms.
Her face was muffled against his shoulder. "You really are an arrogant bastard, you know."
"But, you still love me, right?"
"I love you, and your arrogant- bastardness too."
"Good."
It was another calm day in the Malfoy-Chang household.
His lip curled. "Do what?"
"You know perfectly well what I mean. Why do you have to be so complicated about it? You can't even admit to your family and idiotic Slytherin friends that we're getting married? Hogwarts is done, Draco, there are no more Inter- House rivalries."
"Well, you see-"
"Don't give me excuses. If I can tell damn Harry Potter that we're engaged, then you can most certainly tell your family."
"You told him?"
"I ran into him and Ginny in Hogsmeade. He asked about the absurdly large engagement ring on my finger, and I told him."
"What did he say?"
"That's not the point! The point is, Draco Malfoy, is that you obviously don't love me enough to even tell people that you love me. That's the point. How do you expect me to marry you if you don't love me?"
"It's not that I don't love you-"
"Then what is it?"
He was speechless for a moment. "I do love you. I love you more than anything. But...my family...you know what they're like."
"I repeat, Draco, if I can tell Harry-"
"What is it with you and bringing Harry Bloody Potter into every damn conversation we have? Why didn't you just marry HIM?"
"Maybe I should've when he asked!"
"WELL THEN, GO AND MARRY HIM!"
"I DON'T WANT TO!"
"WHY THE HELL NOT?"
"BECAUSE I LOVE YOU, NOT HIM!"
"WHY DO YOU LOVE ME?"
"I don't know, I just do!" Cho said.
Draco's sarcasm returned for an instant. "Well, there's a first. A Ravenclaw who doesn't know the answer to something."
She narrowed her eyes at him. "Well, here's something that's definitely not a first. A Slytherin who's a damn coward." Cho turned and began walking up the stairs.
"I'M NOT A COWARD!"
"THEN WHAT ARE YOU?"
"I'M HUMAN, THAT'S WHAT!"
"No, Draco. Humans have feelings. You don't."
"You have too many feelings. Crying all over the place- you're like a human hosepipe."
"Go to hell, Draco Malfoy!"
"I'm already in Hell!"
The bedroom door slammed extremely noisily. Draco could hear things being thrown around upstairs.
CRASH!
There goes my heirloom silver mirror, he thought dully.
BANG!
Good-bye to the 19th century crystal vase from Great-Great Grandmother.
THUD!
My shelf of hair care products...MY SHELF OF HAIR CARE PRODUCTS!
Draco jumped up from the table in horror. He ran up the staircase, and knocked gently on the bedroom door.
"Time to use that Malfoy charm..." He whispered to himself. Draco cleared his throat. "Sugar?"
No answer.
"Pumpkin, open the door."
Still no answer. A couple of sniffles could be heard.
He sighed. "Look, I'm sorry, Pumpkin. I'm an arrogant bastard who doesn't deserve you, and I promise I'll owl them tomorrow."
A few seconds later, the lock was unlocked, and Cho opened the door, her face tear-stained.
"Will you really?" She asked.
He nodded. "Promise." She allowed her self to be enveloped in his arms.
Her face was muffled against his shoulder. "You really are an arrogant bastard, you know."
"But, you still love me, right?"
"I love you, and your arrogant- bastardness too."
"Good."
It was another calm day in the Malfoy-Chang household.