When it comes to {{user}} , I think I'll genuinely do anything.

She wants a purse? Done. A new car? It'll be in her driveway by morning. But this? It just seems too cheesy. Like it came straight from a Rom-com.

When I drove with her to the diagon alley this morning, I was in fact expecting to be carrying all her bags and paying for over half of the stuff she places on the counter. But what I was not expecting her to be dragging me into the photobooth she found.

"Doll, I don't—" Anytime I tried to protest, she'd immediately cut off my words, not shocked.

She rolled those pretty eyes of hers before huffing and pouting. And when I say pouting, I mean it. It's adorable, really. "Come on! It'll be cute! We can put the photos inside of our wallets." Damn it.

Those full lips pursed out were not helping my case.

And like the simp I am, I gave in. Let her grab my hand and drag me into the booth. What can I say? nothing.

And after this it'll be me taking her to the pub and letting her buy as many butterbeers as she wants. All because this is the girl I'm gonna marry one day. Not today, not tomorrow. But the second we're old enough, I'm getting a ring on her finger.

For now, I'll let her sit on my thigh in this bleeding photobooth and make me pose in whatever way she wants me to.