"No, you're not!" 

"You idiot, yes I am!"

"Fine if you really are then when did we first meet?" He questioned carefully studying me while crossing his arms.

His question flooded me with memories from my Hogwarts years. While he was in his 7th and final year, I was still in my 6th year. 

"The first time we met was when you made fun of me for not being able to do my Prefect duties correctly," I responded to his question.

FLASHBACK.

"You don't deserve this position." I snarled unexpectedly at the comment that Draco was the new head boy. There were many other prefects around me as well. All of them were stunned at this comment of mine, I was quiet, reserved, and introverted. I rarely ever spoke up.

So hearing this coming from me was surely a surprise to all.

Draco turned his head around, clenching his jaw as a sharp vein popped out.

He approached closer to me and studied my Slytherin attire. "You were saying?" he murmured against my ear, I felt heartless goosebumps arise, Draco was a person you didn't wanna go against. 

I let silence cover me, as I was highly intimidated by Draco and his attitude.

"You shouldn't be talking." He breathed while catching the attention of the crowd. I turned my head away from him- refusing to face Draco Malfoy. 

His solid hand reached for my chin forcefully turning my face around, whilst bringing his face closer. I could feel the scent of hot steamy peppermint reach my nostrils. "Look at me, when I'm talking to you."

We had an intense moment, dangerously gazing at each other. The crowd noticed letting out a few cheeky whistles and quiet cheers which seemed to bother Draco's girlfriend at the time. Pansy.

"Draco, why are you even wasting your time on that prat!" she squealed shutting down the noises.

"Says you- who couldn't even do her Prefect duties correctly." he finished harshly letting go of my chin.

END OF FLASHBACK.

"Well, I apologized for being rude!" He defended himself, bringing himself just slightly closer to me. 

"That was years later on my first day of work, and you screwed up the apology too by spilling your coffee on me!"

"That was an accident!"

"No, it wasn't." 

And that explains, why I and Draco never got along even after Hogwarts. It was a hard thing to admit - that I still sort of held a grudge against Draco for humiliating me till that day. This explains why we only got along after, I practically saved his life. 

"Moving on." He declared. "When is our anniversary?"

"June 27," I answered in a matter of seconds. He seemed to finally be convinced, that I was actually his wife. The edges of his lips formed into a naughty grin. Pulling me him onto him; whilst his head rested on the lavish, soft headboard. 

My hands crashed onto his shoulders, and he adjusted his hips, rocking them back. I knew what he wanted. 

The door was yet to be locked, and if one of his family members walked in. It would be painfully humiliating.

Most importantly, Draco was drunk. He had seem to have forgotten about the war going on between us. 

"Draco, I'm not doing anything funny," I warned him.

"But you were the one undressing me?" He moved his knee, I could feel his crotch hitting the side of my inner thigh. 

I moved back, slightly in response.

"Because." I continued unbuttoning his shirt and slipping it off him. "You have fire-whiskey all over you."

 I leaned over to the side slightly, grasping onto a white towel, and studied his bare chest, covered with a coat of his abs and hints of his sharp v-line exposing themselves. I quickly placed the towel on the places where the alcohol had leaked.

It felt as though it was a sin to look at Draco in a dirty way.

He was definitely amused by my flustered gestures. Leaning over for a hungry kiss, hungry for how I would taste. 

I rejected the action and placed my fingers over his lips. "I told you- nothing funny tonight."

"Not even a kiss?"

I knew even if I kissed Draco back, I would let my lustful thoughts of Draco become reality. In no possible way, was I going to risk that-not tonight at least.

"Nope."

"My love, don't be so insufferable." He grumbled, letting out a groan of both disappointment and frustration. 

After I was finished patting him with the towel, my fingers met the silk of Draco's shirt. He glanced at the shirt and stole it from me.

"I will not be wearing that hideous thing!" Objected Draco throwing away the thick shirt, this gesture revealed his full disgust towards it. 

"Fine, I'll get you something else to wear."

"Don't try darling, I don't want to wear anything." He sharply warned me to which I rolled my eyes. He was so fucking stubborn.

"Fine then, go to sleep," I instructed him. 

"No."

Trying to hold my anger, I pulled away from him away from the bed and walked into the bathroom attached to his room, opening the marvelous sink as a thick amount of warm, soothing water coated my hands. I washed away the hints of non-wanted alcohol that had also leaked on my hands. 

I walked onto Draco, standing near a wall, his eyes closed in agony. Both of his hands covered the side of his forehead. Panic fluttered in every vein that existed within me, as I approached him in a rush.

"What happened to you!" I removed his hands to witness a fresh bruise with a blanket of cold blood surrounding the wet bruise.

"I bumped-"

"Well, who told you to even get up!" I scolded him before he could even finish talking while taking out a bandit from the first-aid box. 

I brought him back to the un-organized bed, placing the bandit on his newly formed bruised."Listen to me and go to sleep."

He placed his hands on my shoulder gently pushing my head onto the pillow, I turned to the side to face him and he rested his head on the crook of my neck, his hand sliding onto my waist. As he finally closed his eyes with the intention to sleep.

"I love you." He murmured as he slowly dozed off but not quite yet.

I love you as well, Draco.

These words only had a place in my heart, never to reach my tongue. 

"Do you love me back?" He questioned, his nose touching my collarbone. "Tell me Emerlyn, do you love me as much as I love you."

"Go to sleep, Draco."

I couldn't bring myself to break his heart again, not only would I break his, but I'd break mine as well. I couldn't bring such damaging words to my tongue.

"I'll only go to sleep if you tell me you love me." 

"I want to hear those words." He came to a halt. "badly."

He drowsed off, falling into a painful but peaceful sleep. 

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I woke up quite late, as I opened my eyelids. I found Draco in front of me sipping tea and carefully reading the Daily Prophet. His legs were crossed in a manly position, his face covered by the massive height of the Daily Prophet.

I sat up, rubbing my sleepy eyes in hopes to receive energy.

Draco lowered the Daily Prophet and glanced at me. "Took you long enough to wake up."

I was more conflicted than ever, was he sober or still drunk? I mean he appeared and sounded sober. As usual, I took a shower, dried my hair, and decorated my thick eyelashes with purely black mascara. Expecting nothing from Draco.

"Erm.." he cleared his throat, grasping my attention. I quit brushing my hair and turned my face to him.

"I want to apologize, Emerlyn." He slowly approached me, walking over to me as I viewed our reflection through the mirror attached to the vanity. "For being the most awful husband ever."

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A/N: Do you think Emerlyn and Draco's argument is finally going to come to an end?