'Why do you always spoil me like this?' I ask him the next morning after coming down to the smell of sizzling bacon and eggs.
'Because I love you,' he says, kissing me on the cheek and putting a plate in front of me.
'Not because you're taking pity on me?' I ask, suspicious.
Draco looks outraged. 'Of course not!'
'Then why?' I ask again, taking a sip of my orange juice. I hate the pulp, but Draco can't live without it.
'Well, I guess it's just my way of saying 'Happy Anniversary'.'
I nearly spit out my orange juice. How could I have forgotten? Two years ... oh, how am I going to explain myself?
He chuckles to himself, and I scowl at him. How dare he think he's superior to me!
'So,' he asks finally, after settling himself across the table from myself, 'what do I get?'
I gape at him.
'Isn't it enough just having me?' I ask slyly, pretending to look disappointed.
And it works.
'I'm so sorry!' he exclaims, thinking he's hurt me. It takes all of my self control to keep from smiling.
Then he catches on.
'Why you ...'
'No!' I shriek, jumping up and running out of the kitchen.
He runs after me, and our breakfast lay forgotten as we play chase through the house. It isn't until noon that we finally lay down, panting, holding each other close. And even though I feel safe, I also feel so very vulnerable, and I know he feels the same way.
'We have more papers to fill out,' he whispers into my hair. I sigh heavily.
'Can't we leave it till later?' I plead.
'I suppose,' he says with a sigh, and kisses my head again.
'Good. I want to spend as much time as possible like this with you.'
'Until?'
'Until the stork comes to our door with a bundle of joy,' I giggle.
'You mean a bundle of thirteen years.'
'Same difference.'