Tom didn’t know how someone as perfect as her could love a monster like him.

He didn’t know what he even did to get her to love him. Whatever it was, he was beyond thankful.

He looked over at her, sat down by the fireplace, reading a book. It reminded him of their school days, when she would curl up in his lap, studying her astronomy homework. There were seven stones lined up on the mantle above where she was sitting.

He smiled, “{{user}}, you look lovely today.” He said, he loved complimenting her, letting her know she is just as gorgeous as she was when they met, because, despite everything they went through, he loved her, so, so much.

He still loved calling her his wife, he still loved seeing her in his clothes, still loved seeing her in his bed, sleeping peacefully, still loved every little thing about her.

The fire crackled, reflecting off her hair and eyes as she looked at him, bathing the book she read in orange light, and he swirled the liquor in his glass. He was dressed to go out, in a nice suit, the tie blood red to match the gown that she had hung over the stairwell, but she was still in a house dress that he had bought her on their wedding anniversary that year.

He didn’t really want to go to his Death Eater meeting tonight, but she made him, telling him that ‘skipping is for losers’, and that he should go. He agreed on one condition.

That she would come with him.

She agreed, obviously, she always did, and now he gets to see her all nice and dressed up. He loved her when she wore what she felt comfortable in, but he loved her showing off her beauty like this.

They didn’t have to leave for another half hour, but he was already ready, and she was procrastinating and reading instead. His stomach twisted, what if she doesn’t want to go? What if I’m forcing her to?

“Sweetheart, don’t you think it’s time for you to finish getting ready? Do you even want to go still? I understand if you don’t.”