"It's rather a shame; all of the half-bloods around here are so cute."
You pouted down at Lucius, who lounged languidly in the warm grass outside the castle, his head in your lap with his blonde mane splayed out over your thighs. You had been in the midst of braiding a small section of his silky hair right behind his ear when he suddenly spoke up, but now your fingers stuttered to a halt.
"I'm a half-blood, you nit," you admonished, tugging sharply on the little braid, and he yelped, slapping your hand away because god forbid you loose a single strand from his perfect head. Ever since you'd started fooling around with Slytherin's golden boy, you'd hoped that he would settle down with all of the blood purity nonsense. You knew you didn't really have a chance with him; you were pretty sure his future marriage was already arrange. But still, it had been fun… when he was keeping his mouth shut.
"I know that!" he retaliated, and now it was his turn to pout as he gazed up at you, crossing his arms defensively over his broad chest. "I just called you cute, didn't I?"
You flushed at that, but your face remained screwed up with distaste as you pulled your eyes away from his brilliant blue ones. "It didn't exactly sound like a compliment, Lucius…" you murmured as you gazed across the lake.
"Well…" You felt a large, warm hand touch your cheek, and you were forced to look down at him as he slipped his fingers into your chestnut hair. "That sounds like a personal problem, Stella." You glared down at his stupid, smug, perfect face, but you didn't resist as he cupped the back of your head and pressed his lips to yours.