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Donavon put his arm around Ayamae's waist and kissed her forehead lightly. He stabbed a marshmallow with his stick and let it dangle over the fire until it was a light golden brown and so soft it was practically falling off of the stick. It reminded him of toasting marshmallows at the trailer park. People usually camped in trailers, so he sometimes joked that his life was one big trip and him and the gang toasted marshmallows by small fires. He smiled a bit when he remembered the fire spreading and Rooster running around with water to put it out and John punching him in the gut for burning his perfectly toasted collection. Making new memories, here at Hogwarts with Ayamae, was truly special and wonderful and he couldn't even explain it to himself.
The marshmallow melted in his mouth and he stabbed another before putting it in the fire. He'd usually offer one to her or something but he wanted that one and he needed to get heavier anyways. So...good excuse to eat as many of these as he wanted, right?

Donny laughed aloud and her huge puffy cheeks like a small rodent's stuffed full of food.
"You get cheek pouches now?" He asked her, tickling the side of her cheeks lightly with fingers. He took his second marshmallow out of the fire and stuffed that into his face trying to attempt the same thing until at last he looked like a rodent too. He couldn't talk through the huge puffy marshmallow in his cheeks but he was just smiling and laughing through the sugar. Well, Jeff John certainly hadn't done this with his marshmallows, that was for sure.

Donny glared at her, his eyes smiling and shoved a huge handful of raw marshmallows in his own face. He stared her down for a little bit, but soon gave in. He chewed quickly on a few of them and painfully gulped the marshmallows down, the lump slowly crawling down his throat. He rubbed his neck for a second before saying,
"Alright, I'm impressed against my will."

Ayamae grinned and swallowed the marshmallows down. She hugged Donny tightly and kissed him fiercely. The weekend she'd spent with him had been the best one of her life. She'd never had more fun with anyone. She wondered if they were married if every day would be that way.

Ayamae smirked at him.

"Oh, but it'd be so sexy, not knowing whether or not we're going to be interrupted..."

She stood up and pulled him up off the couch and half-dragged him to her room. When she opened the door, it revealed dark blue walls, covered with little shining stars, a black chandelier on the ceiling, and a hell of a mess all over the floor. Clothes were tossed all over the place, and her trunk was open, full of potion bottles. The wooden desk in the corner was covered in parchment and books.
She shut her trunk, tossed the clothes into a pile next to it, and straightened the papers on her desk with a wave of her wand, and then pulled Donny inside.
She shut the door and locked it and then pushed Donny onto the bed. She stripped down to her corset and struck a sexy pose.

"What d'you think? Does it look good?"

Ayamae giggled as Donny struggled with the lacings on the back of the corset, and smiled widely at his comment about how the corset was made just to torture men.

"Well, that's the point, isn't it? It accentuates everything, makes it look amazing, and then it's almost like unwrapping a christmas gift."

She winked at him and began to nibble and kiss his neck, just to mess with him even more as he undid the fastenings.

Ayamae broke apart from Donny for a few short seconds to pull his shirt off over his head. She tossed it onto the growing pile of clothes on the floor and pulled him down to her once more. She felt up his back as she kissed him. The muscles around his shoulders were building up again, and they were hard to the touch. She realized that she had found the perfect man; a well-mannered Hufflepuff in public, and a lion in private.

Donavon changed into his nicest suit and repaired the little fringe with his wand until it looked like a fresh tuxedo. He washed his hair and held the little box tightly in his hand. He crept into Ayamae's bedroom once it was the evening, a bit before dinner, and left a small note on her pillow that read;
"Meet me on top of the Astronomy tower as soon as you can, Love, Donavon."
He left for the astronomy tower as soon as the note hit the pillow. It was the most romantic place in the school that he could think of, they'd always enjoyed their times up there. He was sweating a little bit and tugged at his collar. Was he going crazy? Why would she say yes to a poor guy like him? Well...she loved him, right? And he loved her...more than anything...he wasn't about to lose her again. He hated the month away from her, she was all he could really think of, and he wouldn't be able to sleep at night until she answered his question. He rehearsed on the walk to the astronomy tower, how was he going to say it? Will you marry me? Will you marry me? Will you marry me?