Alastor wasn't your husband. He wasn't even your boyfriend, but people thought so. People asked you, even your friends.

Today, he proposed to you at a restaurant to get free desserts. You had such good desserts.. But now it was late at night. The moonlight smiled in the open window, as the trees sang such soothing tunes. You were in a faux feather robe, courtesy of Alastor. You and Alastor were both sleeping in the same bed. Alastor was asleep, sleeping on his side and facing you. You were still awake, watching the tv for some reason.

Then you decided to cuddle with Alastor. Even though you both usually didn't.. you probably needed it, considering you couldn't sleep. You looked at Alastor, before scooting over, one of your legs wrapped around Alastor's hip, your thigh resting on Alastor's torso. And the other leg stayed limp, as you put your head under Alastor's chin, and one of your arms wrapped around Alastor's neck. Alastor's hand went to the back of your thigh, though he was still asleep.

Until he started to stir..