"'Cause it's a beautiful night
We're looking for something dumb to do
Hey, baby
I think I wanna marry you."
-Bruno Mars, "Marry You"

~Part I~

Bored-est day of my life, whatever the word you're supposed to use is.

Lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling, I had this bizarre hope that something would just happen.

If I waited here long enough, I hoped, something was going to happen to me.

I daydreamed of someone knocking on the door with a thousand galleons meant to be given to me.

The ceiling exploding into a million pieces.

The floor opening up, a deep abyss at the foot of my bed.

Someone somehow apparating into the room.

Anything.

I just had to wait a few more minutes, I thought to myself.

Just a few more minutes...

I woke up suddenly, and I had no idea what time it was.

Sometimes living in a dungeon with no windows is a real pain.

I was tired, but I got up from my bed, nevertheless.

I was covered in sweat, and my limbs were yelling at me to just go back to sleep.

But it was Saturday, I couldn't just sleep in- I was surprised that Blaise hadn't already woke me up.

Heck, I was surprised that he hadn't sprayed paint all over me again as a prank.

I wandered out the door and into the common room, searching for something.

Something to do.

Anything.

My eyes first fell upon Pansy Parkinson and her friends on one of the couches, crowding around a magazine she was looking at.

Before I knew what I was doing, I spoke.

"Could I read that?" I asked them.

Silence fell over them, a few giggled quietly.

Why did I ask that? I asked myself.

What if it's some chick magazine or something? Or...

"Draco, it's a wedding magazine," Pansy informed me after a moment.

"Oh."

I was quiet for a minute, justawkwardly standing there.

"Could I borrow it?" I asked again.

That got me several quizzical glances, but no one spoke for about...

Two seconds.

"You're getting married?"

"Who is it?"

"Have you proposed yet?"

"How did you propose?"

"Is it me?"

"When are you-"

I interrupted the chatter of a half dozen girls by exclaiming, "I'm not getting married!"

"Oh."

"Ah."

"So why-"

"I'm just bored!" I said. "I've been sleeping all day and staring at the ceiling and nothing has happened and I'm just really, really-"

"Bored," Pansy finished for me. "Yeah, we got that. Here, if you're going to spazz out that much, just take it."

She tossed the thick magazine at me and left the common room, her girl-clones following her.

After glancing around to be sure that the room was empty, I hesitantly reached for the magazine and opened it, settling back in a chair.

Maybe I should get married, I thought an hour later, having read through the whole thing.

A rational part of my brain was thinking in contrary directions, but I ignored it.

The fact that I was a sixteen-year-old guy didn't sway me at all, nor the fact that my parents would kill me.

Well, they'd only do that if the girl wasn't rich and wasn't Slytherin or Ravenclaw.

If the girl was neither, it would really irritate them...

In my bored mood, annoying my parents sounded like a brilliant idea.

So I started to plan.

Twenty minutes later I was strolling toward Gryffindor tower, wondering.

Wondering if I should have gotten a ring in advance.

Nah, I'd just improvise.

Wing it.

Wondering if I should go down on one knee or two.

One. I wasn't a total moron.

Wondering who I was even going to ask.

Again, I'd just wing it.

"First person I see," I muttered to myself. "No, first girl I see," I added, passing Neville Longbottom.

"First girl I see without a boyfriend."

"First girl I see without a boyfriend that's not a total slut."

"First girl I see without a boyfriend that's not a total slut and that's not armed with a knife in her boot..."

"Ah, forget it!" I shouted to the empty hallway.

"Forget what?" a voice behind me questioned calmly.

"Marriage," I replied evenly, not turning around.

"Okay..."

The voice was closer this time.

I could almost remember who it was, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

"Yeah, I know. I'm weird. But I'm really bored, and I figured that if I got married that it would annoy my parents... Merlin, it sounds even crazier out loud," I rambled.

I didn't want to turn around and see who I was embarrassing myself in front of.

"You are weird."

I knew that voice.

Just not the not-shouting-inuslts-at-me version of it.

"Hey-" I was about to ask her, but then I chickened out.

"What?" Hermione asked me.

"Want to marry me? I don't have a ring, I'm only doing this to annoy people, and I won't be any kinder to you because of it," I said flatly, but honestly.

"Sure."

"Cool," I said, hesitating before I turned around to face her.

"You're not drunk, cursed, or under the influence of a charm, are you?" Hermione asked suspiciously.

She looked utterly confused, but also like she was trying very hard not to burst into laughter.

That last bit nagged at a memory in the back of my head, but I couldn't make it click in my still-drowsy state.

"A charm..." I murmured. "Something... Blaise!"

"What about him?"

I barely heard her speak, becuase I was already running away, towards the dungeons, cursing under my breath.

I plowed straight into him a minute later, and then we were both on the ground.

I held him down and asked him angrily, "What the heck did you do to me?"

Blaise only laughed in my face, his dark eyes lighting up like Christmas lights.

I shook him by the shoulders, but he wasn't fazed, didn't try to get up.

"What did you do?" I repeated loudly.

"Just let me up," he answered.

"No."

"Fine."

Blaise shoved me off of him easily and stood up, brushing the dust off his robes casually.

Then he began to walk away.

"Where are you going?" I yelled, not moving.

"Blaise!"

No reply.

Instead of following like I wanted to, I sat down on the floor and leaned against the wall.

I was bored.

The kind of bored where you wanted to do something, and you could, but everything you could do just seemed, well, boring.

Nothing seemed interesting.

Except Hermione Granger- she was interesting.

The thought came completely out of the blue, and I tried to bursh it off, but it was too late.

Where was Hermione?

What had she thought of me talking to her of marriage and then running off?

And why hadn't she been angry with me?

She'd seemed almost... happy?

No. Mischievous.

As if she knew something that I didn't, but she was hiding it.

I felt like banging my head on the wall just because it was something to do.

I felt utterly confused, irritated, obsessed, and, yeah, bored.

I felt like eating a cupcake, too- random, but suddenly I really felt like wolfing down a cupcake.

Or ten.

Perhaps I was turning into Crabbe or Goyle, doing nothing but eating food.

Admittedly, I quickly looked down at myself to make sure that wasn't actually happening.

Again, I was waiting for something interesting to happen.

Ten minutes later, I'm pretty sure that I fell asleep.

Or something close to it, anyway.