Love or Something like It—A Remix
By chibiCIRRUS

Author's Note: Well, I pretty much figure nobody's reading this, but I just wanted to finish it up for my sake. If you have been reading and like it, please please please review! If not then, oh well I guess.

On with the show!

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Love is everything it's cracked up to be…It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for.
--Erica Jong

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"So, Eliza…"

"Yeah, Malfoy?"

"Second in our class—that's pretty good."

"I would have been better, but I blanked on my D.A.D. exam. I lost to Granger by only three points. I could have been number one. And anyways, number three isn't so bad either."

"Yeah, but I couldn't have done it without you. All of that work you let me copy, it saved my ass."

They were walking down towards the library. The war with Voldemort and his Death Eaters was over, but the victory was bittersweet. Too many good witches and wizards were dead. Too few of the bad ones were in Azkaban.

"So, what are you planning to do now that we've graduated and you don't have anything else to study?"

"Well, Professor Snape offered to take me in as his apprentice. I figured I'd take him up on his offer. He's a pretty well known potions master, after all."

"More studying? It figures with you."

"What are you going to do now? All of your father's estate was confiscated as evidence for his trial. What do you have left?"

"I figured I'd work at the ministry. Maybe I'll be an auror or the next Minister. Actually, there was something that I wanted do. There's this girl that I've been in love with for a long time and—"

Liz stopped walking and turned to face him. "Wait a minute. Are you breaking up with me?"

He swallowed and turned to face her. "Liz, there's been something that I've been wanting to ask you for a very long while—"

"Draco, what's wrong? You never call me Liz. Ever. In fact you avoid it if at all…" Liz's words trailed off as Draco knelt down on one knee. "Oh my god…"

"Elizabeth Elisë Rider, I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. And, even though I denied it at first, I've wanted to be with you since I first laid eyes on you. Will you marry—"

"Yes, yes. A thousand times yes."

He stood, slipping the ring on her finger and leaned down to kiss her—

"Well it's about bloody time."

"Blaise!"

--fin

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As the adjective is lost in the sentence,

So I am lost in your eyes, ears, nose, and throat—

You have enchanted me with a single kiss

Which can never be undone

Until the destruction of language.

-- from "Permanently" by Kenneth Koch