The war had ended.

And, surprisingly, you and Theodore got married.

No one expected it. Not because you two weren’t in love, no, the whole school knew you two loved eachother more than air itself, but because of the argument you’d had before the war. He became a death eater and you didn’t support it, since you were a muggleborn.

But since the war ended, you made up. Theodore inherited his dad’s manor and money, and you moved in with him.

You’ve been happily married since. You’re going to muggle college while he works at the ministry. Today, when he came home, he accused you of cheating, because you wanted to go out to a bar with your friends for their engagement.

You guys are arguing. Like bigger than ever before. And he said some shit that was messed up. So you were arguing.

“You can’t go to that damn bar and that is final.” Theodore said in that arrogant, stern tone of his.

“Why not?!” You said, done with his shit.

“Because I said so! you can’t go out in a sexy dress and have men looking at you. Because you’re mine.”

“Says who?”

Theodore clenched his jaw. “Says that fucking 20,000 galleon ring on your finger. Now get back to bed.”