A/N - this is based on The Lover's Dictionary by David Levithan. In no way do I own it, the characters or the story; most of the definitions and words are of my own, but some words used may be the same as used in the actual book. This is only because those words gave me a really good scene-image! As far as I know, this idea hasn't been done before, but I hope that doesn't mean it's because it's bad.

I did this with the idea of Draco and Hermione, though I suppose, since I'll try hold back on names, it could be for any pairing. The entries will almost always be this length, if not shorter, if not longer. Time may also skip forwards or backwards between each dictionary definition as well; I'd like that to be known now to avoid any confusion, but I'll always do a reminder before each chapter if it applies to this.

Reviews aren't necessary, but they're oh so lovely. Don't make me beg for them, please.

Aberrant, adj

You thought that it was a joke when I asked you to dinner one summer afternoon at work. You still do, I think. We never really spoke before that; we weren't even in the same department. But we had inter-department relations, and my correspondents were always near your office; you were never seen with someone who even came close to me. You always began and ended the day with someone different: interns, colleagues from your own department, or those who didn't even need to correspond with yours, who must've gotten lost or deliberately visited. They were always nice men: clean shaven, slicked-back hair, casually dressed – and, as far as my knowledge spanned, they were free of criminal records.

Still, you said yes to me. And the time after that, and again and again and again. It was me who thought it was a joke that time, the first date having gone disastrously, but maybe that's what made you want to try again and again – to see if it'd keep going downhill. You found it funny; perhaps, because it made you better than I am (even though it was widely accepted that you were, at that point) or because it was like seeing an alien trying to pretend to be human. I worried that you weren't going to stick around when they began to improve - when cutlery ceased being knocked to the floor, when our noses wouldn't smash together, when we both didn't get food poisoning or catch the flu having to wait for a taxi back to mine in the rain – but at that point it didn't seem to be the content of the date for the reason that you were sticking around and repeatedly saying "yes".

Maybe you did it to prove a point to everyone that it could work out, that just because I wasn't the one of the regular types didn't mean that I couldn't become one.