be the one I adore, JASLENE!?

[joshua andrew dalton]

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Joshua had possibly been waiting for this day for weeks. Yes, it was safe to say that this day was one he'd been looking forward to. well, who wouldn't be able to wait for some day like this? He totally couldn't. He'd been like, sitting around for ages in his room after getting ready, dressing in his 'franky says relax' shirt and jeans, and his black converse, then his pea coat. Yes, he'd thought through his outfit for such a special day, because today was the day that he'd get to try the food at madam puddifoots. He'd always wanted to try it, just to see what it was like, and now he was taking Jaslene there and- wow. what was that? some sort of spike in interest when he thought of the name Jaslene. there it was again. that was odd. maybe his sub conscious knew that she had pretty eyes. She could also make him laugh too. In fact, she really wasn't all that bad at all. but he wasn't about to tell her that because he wasn't meant to like her, that would prove their parents right, and he didn't like being wrong.

Stepping down into the common room, he perched himself on the seat by the dorm entrance and watched, looking around and waiting for Jaslene to come down. He was going to madam puddifoots with her to say sorry for the insults. He'd kept money in his pocket ready to pay, and in his other one was his wand and a plain black umbrella just in case, because he knew what the weather was like, and it was prone to summer showers, so he knew Jaslene wouldn't like getting wet. He didn't really need his coat, it was pretty warm, so he pulled it off and stuck it over his arm, just in case it got cold after. It was around three thirty on Sunday, and he knew that they could be out for hours or they could be out for minutes, but he'd rather be safe than sorry. He was always like that, not planning ahead as in what they were going to do, but being prepared for if it got cold or rained, because he didn't like being caught in the rain. Although it could be amusing. No, he tended to keep an umbrella with him out of habit because Beth would always freak out if they got caught in the rain.

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[jaslene guinevere dalton]

It would have been a lie to say that she had not wondered about this day before now. Sure, she liked to give off the impression that she wasn’t bothered either way, like she wasn’t interested or pleased, as though she had no opinions on the matter at all. Her Slytherin dormitory companions were of another world compared to her. For some reason unknown to her, they all appeared to be far more excited about the whole thing than she had ever been. This of course led to things such as her doubting herself. Was she the one feeling the wrong emotions? Was she supposed to be as excited as them? She couldn’t find the motivation to do so however. It was all so confusing. She couldn’t figure out if she was overreacting, or more likely – under reacting. She couldn’t just admit right out to everyone that she was looking forward to today, although a small part of this was true. She was looking forward to it, but probably not to the degree that a normal teenage girl should or would probably be. The reason why she was so confused was simple – she had no idea how she felt about the boy her date was with. It even sounded weird calling it a date. She also couldn’t figure out why she’d so readily agreed to meet him. Had it been anyone else, they wouldn’t have even asked, knowing the answer before it would have been posed.

Normally, this confusion would have been more than enough motivation that she required in order to make her cancel whatever arrangements were causing this unfamiliar emotion. But this time, she found herself being unable to even comprehend the idea of not going. Which was particularly strange when she had spent most of the past week dressing up and then dressing down again, constantly changing between intending to go and not turning up. But, how would she explain her lack of attendance to him? And most of all, how could she justify this choice to herself? That simply was an option. It seemed that however bad this outing might turn out to be, she could not stand him up. The very thought provoked strong thoughts against it. The only choice remaining was to go and hope that it didn’t evolve into some disastrous night. That was all one could really hope for anyway. She couldn’t predict how he was going to behave, although she had a feeling that this day would be concerning his better side. There was no way she was going to sit through anything else, however bad she might feel afterwards. She didn’t need or deserve another bout of abuse, especially with her current state of mind. It must have been down to her vulnerable mind, but recently, she had mistakenly thought that she was feeling more than a sense of friendliness towards this boy.

It had to be down to that. She couldn’t ever imagine herself thinking anything like that about a boy at Hogwarts. She’d convinced herself time after time that she didn’t need or want romance. And until she’d been thrown into the middle of an arranged marriage, this had been working perfectly for her. Now she was even starting to wonder whether everything would be as bad as she had originally thought. That had to be a result of her mixed-up brain. It was clearly struggling to cope with the amount of thoughts and misinterpreting some of them in the process. Satisfied with this justification of her changing thoughts, she bit her lip, before making her way down the stairs, instantly regretting it, with the odd looks that she seemed to be getting. It was impossible to say what they might have been thinking, and she hated not being able to guess as to what everyone was thinking of her, but one look at the boy she was walking towards was enough to make her forget. Not only did it make her forget everything that she had been thinking, but it also managed to make her forget that there was another person. Not only forgetting the people in the common room, she was overlooking the rest of humanity. Merlin, this couldn’t be normal.

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Josh wondered what he was thinking, because to be honest he really couldn't filter through all the thoughts. Up in the dorm room he'd felt safe, completely and utterly safe, and was excited about this date. Was it even a date? It was weird calling it a date. Dinner. that was better. but now, sat in the common room amongst not only the whispering Slytherin students, but also the third year stalkers watching him from the corner, knowing that any minute he'd be greeting the girl who would soon be his wife. that sounded even weirder. The girl who would soon be his wife if they didn't get out of the marriage idea. Yes, better. How was he supposed to marry her if he didn't even know if this was a date or not? Not to mention the fact that she made him feel so uncertain about himself! For instance, he'd dressed around seven times before settling on this outfit, as casual, but also slightly smart seemed appropriate. He thought he looked good anyway, with his usual hair style and awesome coat. His converse looked smart too, and so he figured out that his appearance was fine. He could run up quickly and change his top to a plain white one. maybe that would look better? no. he was staying as he was, because if he didn't, no doubt he'd go back to the dorm and end up staying there. No, this was happening.

Josh had found himself wondering why he'd asked her out after he'd gone that day, but the more pressing question was why she'd accepted him. Had it been someone else, they probably wouldn't dare ask in case she laughed in their face or something. but with Josh, she'd said yes straight away. that was odd, was that odd? yes, that was odd. Maybe she was just doing it because he was the first person to really ask her, because everyone else was so scared. He'd done it on impulse really, trying to do something to make up for the insults which were uncalled for and a failed attempt at a 'no wedding' plan, that he hadn't had the heart to go through with. Had it been anyone else maybe he would have, but he couldn't bear to see Jaslene reduced nearly to tears in front of him, and with hurt in her eyes, because he'd felt hurt too. he'd also felt responsible, which he was, and he also hated himself for doing that to her, which was odd. Was that odd? he'd heard a rumour about her dating some Elliott Nott in the past, maybe he was the last person to ask Jas out on a date before Josh, because she didn't seem to truly like him. Although they'd been getting on well and making each other laugh. that was a good sign, right? Maybe he'd imagined her hating him. Yes, he had imagined it all. She didn't hate him. Wait. she'd said that she didn't hate him. Did that mean she was indifferent? Why did that annoy him as much as the idea of hate had? This was all odd and strange for him, asking someone you were engaged to out on a date.

Joshua was so out of his concentration that he only noticed people looking in the direction of the girls dorms out of the corner of his eye, so he moved his eyes there too, and stood up immediately. Wow. She looked pretty! The dress fitted her perfectly and the colour set off her eyes, emphasising them, which was good as they were strong points, and very pretty. Crossing to Jaslene, he pressed a kiss to her cheek, moving slowly so she expected it, and then grinned. He held out his arm to her, forgetting that they were in a room full of Slytherin, who were probably all expecting them to start making out at any second. After all, he had a reputation. "You look beautiful"

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[jaslene guinevere dalton]

If this were some weird fairytale, or some old traditional Muggle film, the moment she walked down those stairs, everyone would have been in shock, because she looked so good. But, as she’d strangely had to remind herself a few times this week, she wasn’t a princess in one of these happily ever after stories. That didn’t mean she thought she looked bad, but it meant that she was not as naïve as to believe that every person in the room should have been looking at her with a notable mask of admiration. In some ways, she found herself wishing that the other people weren’t there to see her at all. She didn’t need or want their input ruining her evening, even though she already had enough doubts crowding her mind for the whole of the room. She wouldn’t have been able to store their criticisms as well. Not that she would have noticed if they spoke to her, her attention was still stolen by the face of the boy, the man, she would soon be married to. Was it just her, or was this potentially a very dangerous idea of his? What if they found out that they disliked each other’s company? What if their mutual feeling had been simply a product of their reluctance to get married? It wasn’t a great start, and they hadn’t gone anywhere yet.

As one would expect, it was impossible for someone to go out to dinner with another person, especially when that other person happened to be one of the opposite sex, without being probed about the nature of his or her relationship with this person. She’d never realised that so much gossip travelled around this school before now. Of course the rumours about the two of them going out together did nothing to deny the more disturbing one of them being a couple. Not that she cared about these two pieces of gossip, because if she cared, it added more to the rumour. She wouldn’t be so bothered if it were true, right? Truthfully, she was a bit concerned that she was worried about what people might or might not be saying about her. And her and Josh? It was as though she was considering them actually being a couple. That was the scariest thought of all. Because not only was the very notion ridiculous, there was no chance whatsoever in this picture becoming a reality. No, she felt as strongly about the idea of them being a couple as she did about them being the centre of the school’s attention – she really couldn’t care less. And she resented anyone implying that she clearly did care.

Her eyes still focusing on his own, she found herself feeling much more comfortable with the idea. She couldn’t help thinking that anything she was doing with this person would be more comfortable than with the average person. There was something about this boy. Something that she didn’t like, because it was causing her more confusion than she had ever experienced before. But, she also found herself smiling a lot more these days. That was always a good thing, but not if the thing that was causing it was never going to happen. She needed to get over these thoughts, before they started to take over and make her believe that she actually felt other things apart from the indifference. “Thank you,”

[/color] she replied, wondering whether he meant what he said sincerely, or simply felt the need to compensate after the type of compliments she had received from him at their last meeting. “You look good too, as it happens.”[/color] She hadn’t wanted to say so, but he had an obvious sense of style. And seeing as he’d made the effort to compliment her, why not return the behaviour at least once, eh? “Yeah, I’ve been thinking about that,”[/color] she said, her curiosity arising. “I wondered why you’d ask me to come with you?”[/color][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

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[joshua andrew dalton]

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Why did it feel to Joshua like all eyes were on them? There were a fair few people looking, yes, but but it wasn't like everyone was. Okay, most people were because they'd heard the rumours that they were together, and they had probably spouted from someone seeing them together under the tree. His hug probably hadn't helped anything but that was beside the point, and it wasn't as though he'd planned the hug at all, it had just kind of happened randomly, and without even giving himself warning. He still couldn't put his finger on what had made him hug her, but he knew that it was because of something deeper than conscious thought, that it was more feelings, and he didn't want to accept that. Because accepting that meant admitting that he was wrong, that his parents hadn't mismatched them, and that they were a good couple, and he, who was still hell-bent on getting out of marriage completely, never wanted to admit that. ever. Joshua reached up and ran his hand across his jaw for a moment. it was a completely un-thought out reflex, because he couldn't think about anything other than her. This girl walking toward him, he felt like he was facing his future. He knew that soon enough she'd be walking toward him again, and that time, she would become Jaslene Dalton. That sounded wrong. not wrong as in it didn't sound or feel right. In fact it was quite the opposite.

Not only did it feel right to him, but it sounded right too, which was odd, and that was what was wrong about it. Josh hated the idea of marrying anyone and therefore his last name tagged onto the first name of the girl he was meant to marry should have had him running away in fear, but it didn't, and that was the wrong part. He couldn't take his eyes off her face, her eyes, her beautiful hair, and he knew then that there was something unbelievably wrong with him. What was going on in that twisted brain of his? Something was going on, and he didn't like the way that the cogs were turning. he was dead set against marriage, so why was his mind conjuring images of married life with Jaslene? And worse, not just family life, but he could see them, silver wedding rings on their fingers, cooing over a crib and the baby that lay inside it. and then, another image, of them cuddled up on the sofa, both of them looking down at the tiny form of a baby held in Jaslene's arms, and what was more, Jas seemed happy, and so did he. both of them were smiling, no, beaming with happiness, and that was wrong too. If they got married their personalities would clash so much that they would argue almost constantly.

He'd be sleeping on the sofa, or in the guest bedroom or something, depending on if his parents gave him a house, or if they had to buy one themselves. which was ridiculous, because if they bought one themselves, they'd just use his parents money, because they wanted them to be together, so they could bloody well pay for it! And they could pay for it to be decorated too, and the wedding, and her dress. they could pay for all of it. After all, it was Jaslene and Josh, who would have given up any future that they could have with someone else to fulfil their wishes, so they could pay for it all. It wasn’t as if they didn’t have money anyway, they could probably afford to give the new couple two new houses, and another holiday home in France, and pay for the wedding whilst still keeping money to cushion themselves for the rest of their lives. Oddly enough, he'd also meant the comments he'd said, and it was another product of his sub conscious thought, because he'd said it without thinking, which was a sign that it was the truth. And she did look beautiful, and that begged the question why not every single eye was on her. Surely she deserved such notice, considering that she looked breathtaking. and she had practically took his breath right out of his mouth, but he'd remembered he needed to breathe to live, and so had inhaled once again.

She'd stolen his thoughts though, if that was of interest. "Thanks, I was trying for smart at first, but it just didn't suit me, so smart-casual was the best I could do."

[/color] He said with a smile, realising that he'd said 'smart just didn't suit' him, and that it was a kind of pun. He laughed inwardly, not realising that he'd made that kind of pun until after it had parted through his lips. "Well, I simply wanted the pleasure of your company. And I knew you deserved better than awful remarks, and that your first impression of me couldn't be worse, so I want to show you I can be nice"[/color] He murmured in a low-ish tone. this was for her ears, and not the common rooms. Not because he didn't want them knowing he could be a gentleman, they probably had realised that by now, because he'd held the doors for many of the girls, and let them go first and what not. he just wanted this night to be about them, and so whatever they said was for them, and not the world. He began to lead Jaslene out of the common room, holding the portrait open so that she could pass through first. "after you"[/color] He said with a smile, thinking of when they would be away from the castle and the eyes of the students, and they could be themselves with each other at least.
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[jaslene guinevere dalton]

“I’m sure you could manage smart, if you wanted to,”

[/color] she answered without a moment’s hesitation. Wait, did she really say that? She couldn’t even remember the last time she’d said something like that, without meaning it in a sarcastic manner. Was that a genuine compliment from her, then? It must have been, but gee, it was so unexpected, that she found herself struggling to understand what she was saying after this. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d reacted without her better judgement either. So, it was a rare thing for her to say in any circumstance. The only normal thing about what she’d said was that she hadn’t outright disagreed with him. Despite her dislike of several people, she would never agree that they were of below normal intelligence. Unless it was an insult designated for someone that she had known far too long for her words to matter to either of him or her. Then it was an entirely different thing. That was allowed, in those situations. It was like when you were allowed to insult your siblings as much as possible, but if anyone else did, they’d die. It made sense, as long as you understood the normal family rivalry things.

Although his answer made her feel better inside, for some weird unexplained reason, it didn’t quite work with her. She’d gone through too much to believe just anything a boy said to her. She wouldn’t just say that she didn’t completely believe him, because given the present situation, which would be somewhat embarrassing for both of them. Any behaviour that she wanted to display, she’d wait until nobody else was looking. It was bad enough that he would have to watch and no doubt be wondering why he was sitting next to someone who was known for stubbornness, but she didn’t need the rest of Slytherin observing and commenting, especially as he changed her way of thinking so much that she often found herself making stupid mistakes in his company. He hadn’t picked up on any of them, as far as she knew, but her companions would. And never fail to mention them for the rest of her life at Hogwarts. It was just easier to keep a normal composed face, despite her insides being anything but normal. They seemed to be more excited than she’d ever felt, and in spite of her wanting to go, and being quite animated about it, she also had that jumpy feeling of sickness.

Was it possible that he was telling her the truth now? She couldn’t see why he would lie to her, especially considering their slight fragile relationship as of the moment. She couldn’t even begin to explain how she hadn’t been angry and refused to ever talk to him again. So, no, she highly doubted that he’d risk lying to her again. Besides, she couldn’t explain this either, but she was getting to be quite confident as to telling when he was lying. Wasn’t this impossible for someone that you’d just met properly for the first time, a few weeks ago? Maybe he was just a really bad liar. But this was unlikely to be the true reason. It wasn’t like she could read his mind, or anything useful like that. Although if anyone needed anything around here, it was probably him. She was notoriously difficult to read. As shown by her trouble understanding her own thoughts. If she couldn’t, what hope was there for anyone else? Merlin knows how he would have known whether she wanted to go or not, if she hadn’t said something. And saying so was a huge step for her. She hated having to admit that she wanted to go out with someone. The words were ones that never sounded good coming from her.

As they walked, she found her eyes following his own. Seriously, these unprecedented actions were starting to scare her. Why did she doubt what she’d been so certain about over her lifetime? It was ridiculous to say that this one person could have changed her whole life perspective. It was beyond ridiculous, and she’d never utter it. She really needed to sort her head out, before she ended up regretting her conduct. Sure, she gave an appearance as though she wasn’t bothered either way, but inside, oh if people only knew, her insides were screaming in conflict over this one thing. And was it really normal that his very presence, the simplest touch seemed to have this hold over her body? She hated being touched by people she didn’t trust or know that well. He fitted both categories, as of now, so none of this made sense. It was enough to make anybody scream. Not showing any of this, a small smile crept across her face, “You flatter me, Joshua.”[/color] An unanticipated sense of playfulness hit her, and she found herself unable to stop herself from asking the question that had appeared in her mind. “So, do your little fans know you can be this charming?”[/color][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

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joshua nearly stopped walking at this, what was it? a compliment? really? it was odd to hear those words part from her lips, but at the same time he felt something inside him, happiness perhaps? and a small smile spread across his own lips. "i could do whatever i wanted to, smart included, but it just didn't feel...right. if i'm being myself, then i wasn't going to dress up in some suit to walk around in, because it's not what i do, i wanted clothes that were simply 'me'."

[/color] josh answered honestly, the words slipping out before he even thought about them. earlier when choosing his attire, he'd not liked the look of any suits that he'd tried on, deeming that they didn't look right for some reason or another, although that reason had remained anonymous until those words had escaped not a moment ago, as if they were directly from his subconscious. that was the best way to be, he supposed, honest with her, open, especially if this was the woman that he would make his wife. not that they weren't going to find a way out of it, because he was joshua dalton and she was jaslene dalton. wait. no. malfoy. jaslene malfoy. she was jaslene malfoy, and they were two of the smartest minds to ever be put together in an arranged marriage, so of course they could find their own way out of it. why had his subconscious altered her name though? was it a result of the feelings he was trying to keep hidden, even from himself?

it was true that he wasn't about to accept that he liked jaslene a lot more than he let on. sure she probably knew that he enjoyed her company, as he'd basically outright told her, but he wasn't admitting to anyone, including himself, that he may have feelings that were more than the normal for housemates. sure, technically as they were engaged they were more than that, but he didn't count it as engaged as he'd not asked for her hand, he'd not gone to her father for his permission, and he'd most certainly not initiated the idea nor the offer of marriage to her, so he didn't count them as engaged. but the fact was that they were engaged. he was soon to meet her at the wedding alter and give her the last name that his subconscious had awarded her not moments ago, and she would be jaslene dalton. even hearing that name peaked his interest. he needed to calm his mind down, as it would never happen, and it would be for the benefit of them both that they would never marry. he knew it, as did she, that if they married, they would only get more and more requests and expectations, of children, which neither wanted in their present state, and for other ridiculous things, like for any child they have to be educated a certain way, or to learn a certain talent, even though the child was a baby. it would have it's future planned and his family will no doubt encourage him to marry off any child that he calls his to some other pure blooded child who could carry the dalton name and blood on again. he wasn't about to put any child of his and jaslene's through this.

and what was that thought? his and jaslene's child? he wouldn't put any child he had through a marriage, regardless of who the mother was, as it had nearly caused him to lose his mind. nearly? probably. he'd probably lost his mind, and that was why he was thinking that he was feeling something that he wasn't. of course. it was his brain tricking him into thinking about how he'd wanted to kiss jaslene when she'd first appeared, and it was all a trick that she'd taken away all thoughts for anything else as soon as she'd stepped into his eye sight. and it was a trick that she'd actually managed to take his breath away. yes. that was it, all a trick. of course he wasn't slowly falling for jaslene dalton malfoy. of course not. that would be absurd. what was she thinking? was she thinking about him? or had she found someone else? in the pit of his stomach at that thought, was some sort of emotion, revolting against the idea that there was another man who was stealing her thoughts. why did he find that idea so repulsive? he didn't want to be with her, did he? so why would he not be comfortable with the idea of her being with someone else? never mind, it was none of his buisness what she was thinking about, or who for that matter, so he had to stop it.

but had she found someone else? stop![/color] he commanded silently to himself in his thoughts, hoping that he would regain his sense in time to actually be normal. "it is not hard to do. i mean, like, uh, because your pretty."[/color] he had meant to distract the sentence and stop all thoughts of how pretty she was looking, and instead he'd headed straight in the direction that he was trying to avoid. "they know i hold the door open for women of course, that would be hard not for them to know, but i do not believe that they know the extent of my charm, or that i am really quite the gentleman"[/color] he answered, deciding that he may as well be honest with her at least, because lies would only screw this all up. he led the way out of the dungeons, and they were exiting the entrance hall doors and crossing the grounds before they knew it. time seemed to go so fast with her! was there something wrong with him? he couldn't stop thinking about their meeting on the grounds, and regret always engulfed him when he thought of how he'd hurt her. arthur had insisted that he liked her. did he?
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[jaslene guinevere dalton]

Clearly the words she had to use to compliment him had not only surprised her, but him even more so. Like discussed previously, it wasn’t that she went around criticising and pointing out everyone’s flaws, being deliberately detrimental towards them, but that was much closer on the scale than the behaviour she had just used in his company. It was about ten times more likely, or more so, that she’d insult someone without blinking, than complimenting someone and actually meaning what was said. His statement partially covered his shock, so she decided not to comment on how amazed they both were. It was evident that they were surprised; they didn’t need anyone to say it aloud. “You can do whatever you want?”

[/color] Their very positions seemed to compromise his statement. Would they still have been standing here today if he could do whatever he wanted? If this were true, they wouldn’t be expected to marry in a short time, they wouldn’t be engaged, everything would have been the same as it had been only a short few weeks before. For many days, before their conversation on the lawns, she’d been so confident that she would have given anything else up to return to those blissful days of the past.

But now, when she was beside her future husband, a thought that would have scared even the least fearful of teenagers, she couldn’t say for certain that she would still do this. This was the most infuriating thing of all. Why wouldn’t she still give up everything just to be young and free again? Why couldn’t she bear the thought of losing the obvious connection that had formed between them over the past fortnight? If it were merely a mixture and tolerance as they both insisted, why would anything like that matter to her? And she was sure that she shouldn’t have cared so much, because this was giving other people reason to doubt her feelings that she admitted. She couldn’t blame them for doubting. She wouldn’t have believed herself, if she were someone else looking upon her situation. The whole denial thing would have seemed ridiculous if she was looking on a similar situation. Wait, did she just sub-consciously say that she was in denial? This couldn’t be right. Her own feelings were starting a campaign against her rational mind. And what was worse about the whole thing is that she was starting to think that these feelings might be right.

So, if she was in denial (something that her reason refused to accept), then that meant that she was pretending to have feelings that she didn’t have, or that she was hiding her true feelings. Neither of which could seriously be right. Because if she was in denial, that meant that she was saying the opposite of everything that she actually felt. This meant that everything about indifference and feeling nothing more towards this boy was fake. But, this would cause problems for everyone involved. She couldn’t really be feeling this, because it would cause nothing but pain and strife. She didn’t want to marry him; she didn’t want to be forced into having children, when she’d only turned of age a few months earlier. She was barely an adult herself and there was nothing more desperately sad than children having children. It was bad enough that she and Josh had been forced into a position that neither of them had ever wanted, had never even contemplated before the age of twenty something. Seventeen was not a suitable age for marriage or for conceiving descendents. And these parents could say anything, she’d marry Josh, hell, she’d do everything they asked, merely if they dropped their desire for her to deposit a couple of grandchildren on their stupidly fancy doorstep.

No, she’d sooner die than let her children get into this loveless situation. She couldn’t do that to her own children, and she wouldn’t. The very thought was enough to make you cry. They didn’t deserve it. Wow, who knew she could be so passionate and prepared to die for people that didn’t actually exist? This meant that she couldn’t announce any feelings for anyone however. Any such actions would only complicate and make things much worse. Not that she had feelings for anyone. Especially not for Joshua Dalton. That was beyond weird. But even if she did somehow have tendencies to think about him in more than trying to avoid their pending marriage ceremony, she would never tell him. She could never find the words to say anything. Besides, it was better for everyone that she remained silent. It was in their collected best interests that she continued as normal, “Yes, I am pretty,”[/color] she agreed, a flicker of a smirk across her mouth. “But that’s not normally the only reason someone asks a girl to dinner. Especially for a man of your glamorous reputation.”[/color] It was in their interest that she never spoke those words.
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did she compliment him? was it really a compliment? joshua knew that jaslene didn't pick out people's flaws constantly, and she certainly didn't do it to everyone, they had to have a reason for it, but hadn't he earned to be picked at with his hurtful insults? so why was she instead, going in the opposite direction and complimenting the way that he could wear whatever style he should chose, because of his body shape and build. he had muscles allowing him to confidently walk around shirtless, and any top that he wore that was tighter fitting, would cling to these muscles and show how absolutely defined that they were. meanwhile, his shoulders would allow jackets to hang off him at the perfect angle, as to increase the appearance of their broadness, and to make them look defined, just like a frame did with pictures. jeans were comfortable and clung to the shape of his legs, which were normal, slightly muscular from the running, but still good, and any trousers other than jeans hung off him perfectly, giving him a nice complete look. yes, he could wear everything. but why did she tell him that? "within reason. i mean, i can walk around, i can listen to what i want to listen to, read what i want to read, but i may not marry who i wish to marry. that's evident. nor will i be allowed, no doubt, to go forever without providing the dalton clan with a new child to fawn over."

[/color] he answered, shaking his head and imagining his parents already picking out where the child would be educated, what nannies would mind it whilst it's parents worked on more children, and even more, probably what clothes it would wear. which was very obsessive indeed.

although at the same time, joshua didn't want to let this marriage go so quickly. yes, he didn't want to marry, but at the same time he was resentful slightly that in breaking the marriage, it would be breaking the bond that had grown between the couple in the last fortnight. it was there, whether they liked it or not, and he knew that he didn't want to lose it, because it made him feel a lot more comfortable in his self, if that was possible. it made him happy too, although he wasn't admitting that to himself, he was just happy of the attention of course, as he lived off attention, did he not? the attention of women who wanted him to take them to bed, and the attention of stalkers who wanted nothing more than for him to kiss them and tell them he loved them, although that would never matter. or even the attention of the teachers who he'd heard sometimes talking about the arranged marriage idea that had been pushed so forcefully onto joshua, bethany, jaslene and one other unlucky souls life. not that they knew who he was yet, but they would find out soon, no doubt, and then they would be able to double date! sarcasm filled his thoughts, once again, at that idea. how awkward would that be, to sit across the table from jaslene and the chosen husband of his sister, and try and strike up conversation? it would be beyond awkward and he couldn't even consider it. no doubt that he and jaslene would have a good laugh about how awkward it was afterward!

no! no they wouldn't! because they didn't like each other like that and after such an awkward evening, surely they would just want to get out of each other's company and move back to their bed, where they could stretch out and sleep and dream, regardless of ideas that soon they would be sharing a bed, and would have to be conscious of the space needed by the other partner. like hell she'd let him share a bed with her, married or not! no doubt she'd expect him to take a bed in the guest room instead, as surely they would spend some time at the mansion, unless his parents had bought him a gift house for a wedding present. he slightly hoped that they had, so that he could be away from them and finally get his own space to decorate and lounge around in. it would be pretty and white and light, and jaslene could pick a nice colour for the bedroom and- no. she wouldn't pick a nice colour because there would be no wedding present of a house, as they weren't getting married. he was determined, and so was she, and so two such souls who were so determined to gain their freedom would surely manage to break the wedding agreement and return to their normal lives again. did he want to though? surely they wouldn't just be bobbing heads to each other in the corridor anymore, should they manage not to marry, because they'd been through a lot for two people, and they would still have some sort of want to talk. why? they didn't feel anything for each other, as they both kept insisting, so they wouldn't want to talk, nor need to and therefore contact would cease, and they needn't worry about each other.

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[jaslene guinevere dalton]

No. No, she wasn’t going to say anything about how complimentary she’d been. His compliments had been expected, as he’d gone out of his way to insult her last time they spoke, so it was likely that he’d try to resolve the situation, in order to remove the tension currently existing between them. Wait, tension? That was the wrong word. There was no tension between them. To say there was tension was to indicate some sort of feeling between them, and to have tension, it was almost always a strong feeling. But, as she’d already realised, despite some weird thoughts and feelings going on in her stomach, she felt nothing more than indifferent towards the boy that was walking beside her. That was to say that she definitely didn’t hate him, although it would have been a perfectly reasonable way to feel, after some of the verbal abuse she’d sat through. But somehow, she felt unable to make herself hate him. That had never been a problem before. Some small part of her felt that he deserved another chance. Many people claimed that everyone deserved a second chance, right? So she was simply taking someone’s advice for once, instead of ignoring it, without any intention of ever doing as the advice giver was proposing.

Once again, she found that she had managed to lose herself in her thoughts. And they weren’t even excusable thoughts to lose oneself in. They weren’t important thoughts, and they all seemed to share the same weird theme: one particular Dalton. Was this how it was going to be all night? Not that she believed that they’d be staying out all night, because however much they might have enjoyed each others’ company, nothing else could or would ever happen. Damn, now why was that thought so disappointing to her? She supposed it had to be because she felt that a single evening was not enough to make up for the pain that she’d had to endure. But, truthfully, she hadn’t even expected to be asked out tonight, so would she really accept another invitation? To do so, would almost definitively confirm the rumours flying around. Neither of them needed that rumour getting back to their parents and making the adults believe that they had been right all along. It was best that she just make the most of this one evening. Remembering that her company was probably expecting a reply about now, she laughed rather nervously before speaking, “Well, I think I speak for everyone when I wish you the best of luck with that.”

[/color] Yes, she was going to sit there and pretend that she wasn’t the girl that he was required to impregnate.

She couldn’t deny that she thought he’d be an excellent father, when given a proper chance, with proper preparation and warning beforehand. Nobody could expect a person of his age, barely an adult, to be a good father, especially when he didn’t want to have the child. What was the hurry anyway? Surely his parents weren’t that old, that they needed to have grandchildren born soon, in order to see them before they died? And just how many children did they want her to have, anyway? It was bad enough to force her to give up her life for one or two children, but what if they wanted more? She didn’t think she could physically have the large number that they required to maintain the Dalton family’s presence in the wizarding world. And no doubt they’d all be named by their overbearing paternal side and given names that she couldn’t bear to say. And then they’d turn into children that she couldn’t bear to look at, because they’d be cold and dead inside, just like their grandparents. What made them think that she’d sit at home and just churn out the babies anyway? Whoever gave them the idea that she was obedient and eager to impress people that she already hated, merely by the way that they had managed to ruin the rest of her life, before it had even started. That was some achievement.

Ah, so he’d posed the question that they must have both been thinking. She tried to ignore the fact that she’d been thinking along the same lines as him, not wanting to concentrate on their similarities. When she did this, it seemed to confirm her earliest realisation that they weren’t that different. “I’m sure you would know the reasons much better than myself, having the advantage of being a man,”[/color] she commented, not wanting to say the reasons she could think of. After a few moments’ hesitation, she found herself unable to ask the question that had been bothering her since she’d stepped outside of her dormitory. “So, you’re going to sit there and claim that you don’t have some sort of hidden agenda with this meal?”[/color] The tone of her voice remained calm and tranquil, although her feelings of uncertainty crowded her brain. Honestly, she wouldn’t have cared that much if he had some ulterior motive when he’d asked her out, she just wanted to know the truth. Any lie that he might be hiding from her would not be nearly as bad as the knowledge that he’d not had the decency to admit it. She’d been lied to in the past, and every time it sucked as much as the last time. From anyone else, she might have been able to dismiss it, but the idea of him playing with her emotions being proved correct would have killed her.
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honestly, joshua couldn't tell how his compliments had gone down, but in truth he'd meant them. he wasn't going to lie to her about that anymore, as he didn't want to hurt her. he couldn't understand why he didn't want to hurt her, but he did what he wanted whenever he could, and seeing as he could stop himself from hurting her then he was going to stop himself from hurting her. if that made sense. it didn't to him, but he knew he'd do his best not to hurt or offend her ever again. he'd hurt himself the first time he'd hurt her, because the look in her eyes was enough to make him feel pain, guilt and upset, from just one look. no one had managed to do that before to him, not even beth, so how was it that she had? he didn't know, and far from trying to understand his emotions, he was concentrating more on sorting out the mess he'd made. why did his stomach feel like he'd eaten the spandau ballet, and they were now doing a dance number in the middle of him? that was odd, he must have eaten something bad at lunch. he'd never had that before. whatever, he'd complain to the house elves tomorrow, tell them to stop making people ill or something. because there was nothing else that he could have done to make his stomach feel like it was going to flip itself around continuously.

he was concentrating on his thoughts so much that he had to practically drag himself away from them, although they were kind of revolving around two things. one was always there, food, because he liked to snack. especially on cookies, but it wasn't like he didn't exorcise to burn them off or anything. the other being jaslene, and he put that down to her being with him. yes, that was it. although he'd never had a problem before, like not being able to stop thinking about a girl he was with. he was stopping that train of thought there, before he started admitting that maybe arthur was right or something. of course he wasn't right. he wasn't right at all. in fact, he was kind of wrong. very wrong. colossally wrong. totally and utterly wrong. wrong. yeah, arthur was wrong. what if this one evening wouldn't make up for it in jas' eyes? he'd offer to take her out again, as long as tonight didn't go awkwardly, because obviously she would probably appreciate never going out with him on a 'date' again if it did go awkwardly. oh god what if they were sat there in silence just eating? what if they were back in ridiculously early? what time did the store close anyway? something told him that he should have checked this out before the date. yeah, it probably would have been a good idea. ahh, they'll find out anyway. wing it as always. it was the best way to go. it seemed that either she'd forgotten that it was her that would be expected to have his child. or children. or, she'd skipped over that detail, not thinking about it. "why thanks very much, i just can't wait to be a father"

[/color] he said sarcastically. he wanted to be a father as much as he wanted to be a husband.

oh sure, he probably would make a good enough father, as long as there were certain factors in it. for instance, warning, time to prepare, and time to screw it all up and then work out his mistakes. because after all, like normal people, he tried to learn from his mistakes, and he'd do that in fatherhood too. not that he was going to be a father soon because he was not eighteen years old, and he wasn't ready. he couldn't imagine himself waking up in the middle of the night and sorting out a crying baby. he couldn't imagine changing nappies and burping the poor baby, whilst his wife was pregnant with yet another dalton, to help them in their obvious quest to take over the world with their demon spawn. okay, oddly enough he could see it, and his pregnant wife was jaslene. that was bad. no, she wasn't going to marry him. neither of them wanted that, and he certainly didn't want to be a father to one child at his age, let alone two. what if it was twins? triplets? oh god, four children. that would kill him. he couldn't do that. how did that poor women who had like twelve kids cope? he had no idea but he'd not be able to handle it. he'd have to have a wing built for them and stock it full of nannies to take care of them. but at the same time he didn't want to miss out on his hypothetical children growing up. god, he had to stop this now.

"look, if you think it's because i'm trying to get on you, i'm not. i respect you more than that. give me more credit"[/color] joshua answered with a sigh, realising that she seemed to think that it was because he wanted to get in her underwear. no comment. wait, what? no comment? of course he didn't that was wrong. but she was pretty. but she was jaslene. no. of course he didn't want to go there. he wouldn't be going there unless he had to admit defeat and marry her, and then he'd have to go there. that would be odd. but nice. no, what? odd. yeah, odd. he couldn't think of jaslene in that way. oh, wait...not here. not here. he stopped those thoughts immediately, deciding that it was best not to bring anything up, just in case she spotted anything she shouldn't see. "yes, because it's the truth. i made a promise to myself that i'd do my best not to lie to you"[/color] he said with a shrug, as lies only seemed to hurt her and therefore he wasn't going to hurt her if he didn't lie. and it sounded less stalker-ish if he told her the promise was that he'd never lie, because if he said he promised himself that he'd never hurt her, she could get freaked out and run away. that wouldn't be a good start at all.
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[jaslene guinevere dalton]

Was it just a trick of the light, or was she sensing some notable signs of nervousness coming from the boy beside her? It would have been a lie to say that she was not nervous at all, but he seemed close to terrified of something. Was it her? She hated that thought. No matter what, she hated the idea of him being scared of her, or hating her. So, if he wasn’t scared of her, something that she was hoping she was correct in thinking, then what else did he have to be anxious about? Was he nervous because he wanted this to go really well? Wait; was that a small sense of admiration for him? No, it couldn’t have been. She didn’t admire people of the opposite gender. Well, of course she did, but they were older people. Ones that wouldn’t attempt to marry her, or to make her think or feel weirdly whenever they were around. But, was she simply reading his body language wrong? It was always a possibility, as she barely knew the guy. What made her think that she understood him already? It was insane. Had it been anybody else, she wouldn’t have been able to read him or her at all. Well, she might have been able to read some people, but that would just be because they were so obvious in what they were thinking. But, she barely knew him, and she thought she knew what he was doing? It had to be her mind making things appear differently. Why would he be nervous?

Judging from his answer, and the way in which he said it, she was much more confident in concluding that he was being sarcastic. It didn’t take a genius to work that one out. There was sarcasm dripping from almost every syllable as he said it. Or maybe she was doing this strange thing again, and seeing things that weren’t really there, merely interpreting what had been a genuine sentence into a sarcastic one, to avoid feeling a little bit awkward about the situation. Maybe she was simply hearing what she wanted to hear. They were both aware that in a few short years, they would be expected to have their first child. This was a scary thought for anyone of seventeen or eighteen, so she felt the need to believe that her first impression had been correct and that they shared the same eagerness for starting a family. Since neither seemed excited or even happy about it, she found no need or want to spend the evening discussing their future. Because as strange as it sounded, especially to her ears, she wanted this night to be just about them, not their parents, not future offspring, not the girl down the road, just the two of them together. Giving him a small reassuring smile, she gave an honest answer, “I’m sure you’d be a great father.”

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It was now becoming apparent to her that someone who felt indifference towards another person did not act in the way she had done. They remained expressionless, in face and tone. She’d failed that, not only on one count, but both. This was a bad start. Actually it was a great start, because she was enjoying herself, although she probably wouldn’t say anything. Unless he did. Otherwise she could end up being embarrassed by her words. But someone who was indifferent didn’t seek an opportunity to reassure the person, because they didn’t care either way. They also didn’t smile at them, because that gave off a different sense entirely. No matter what happened, she wouldn’t take back her words, or her pleasant nature towards him though, because that would have been harsh. To sit there, indifferently was one thing, but to ignore someone who looked slightly depressed was bordering on sadistic tendencies. Regardless of who was accompanying her, she wouldn’t want to see them that unhappy. Call her stupid, but she hated seeing people upset. Unless they deserved it. But still then, she felt a little bit uncomfortable. She assumed her need to give him words of comfort was purely down to this.

She raised an eyebrow, waiting to hear him give acceptable reasons for his question. The only reasons she had heard of for wanting to take someone out for dinner were two simple ones. Either he wanted something from her, or he liked her. Since she could easily dismiss the latter, because it was obviously untrue, it had to be the first. Maybe it wasn’t as bad a reason as she had been implying, but she needed to know where she stood in his opinion of her. Not that she cared that much. She just didn’t want to be thinking something different to the truth. “Prove it,”[/color] she replied shortly. She wasn’t sure how one could prove something like this, but if he was as honest in his intentions as he claimed, she believed he’d be able to say something that would convince her. But that sounded like he could say anything and she’d believe it. That wasn’t true. Of course it wasn’t true. “You’re honestly not going to lie to me?”[/color] It sounded like a tall order for someone of his reputation. How could she be sure that anything he had told her was fact? She hadn’t received any proof or evidence to support his claims. The answer to all this was plain – she trusted him. Maybe unwisely, but she trusted him completely.
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he was sure that he was acting all nervous now. he seriously needed to man up. straightening himself up properly, he plastered a smile on his face and acted like he usually would around friends. confident. of course it was an act because he was practically shaking inside. he felt like he wanted to break down and man-cry because she was making him so nervous. no. not her. it wasn't her. she wasn't doing this. it must have been the bad food. yeah. clearly. he just really didn't want to mess this up because if he did he was pretty sure that she'd never agree to a date like this again and then his chances at actually being on good terms with her were screwed. not that, you know, he wanted to be or anything. well, he did, but just so they could work together to come up with a reason that they wouldn't be able to get married. in the meantime maybe they would make good friends, they could stay in touch, mail each other. what? no. why would they want to? what would they mail each other about? it wasn't like they could bitch about the wedding or their parents decision if they didn't get married. so what could they talk about? the weather? how cute their kids would have been? seriously, what was appropriate conversation for two people who had been forced fiancée’s for a bit? it wasn't like there was a handbook for this kind of thing. it didn't exist. maybe he should write one. now he was babbling in his mind again.

sure, josh wanted to be a father, but when he was much older and more mature and had money to support his family. he just wasn't ready at the moment. he felt touched and happy though at her words. he would make a good father. he'd pick them up when they fell down, and he'd kiss their cuts and scrapes, and give them cute plasters with their favourite animal on them and tell them it would all be better. he'd tell them stories before bed and make sure that no one ever hurt them. and if someone did, he'd be there straight away to kick that person's ass, and held his child until they felt safe. he would make a good dad, but he couldn't handle it right now. not the crying and the nappies and the waking up at ridiculous times. it wasn't a possibility. he just couldn't cope at the moment. "thanks. i know i would be good. is that odd? i just know i'm not ready yet. i mean, i know people say that you're never ready until you have your little baby girl or boy put into your arms, and you know that there's never going to be anyone you'd put before them again. but i don't think i'm ready"

[/color] he said with a shrug. wow, not only was he being honest, but he was letting sensitive josh shine through. this was a new experience for him, and she made it so easy to do.

why was she being so nice to him? it was kind of odd, but at least she was giving him a chance so he wasn't going to mock that. not that, you, know. ah, forget it. he enjoyed her company, just that little bit. yeah, he said it. wait. no. he thought it. yeah, but it was a little step further than he'd gotten before. he wasn't saying that he liked her or anything, because, you know, he was indifferent, but he enjoyed her company. if that meant anything to anyone. he'd enjoyed their time out on the lawns too, that had been fun. they'd even had a laugh, despite the whole, insulting her and finding out that they were going to be married thing. what an interesting day that had turned out to be. the best thing had to be when they were bitching about how crappy their fiancée’s would be, and then finding out, whoops, they were each other's fiancée. that was kind of awkward. but a good awkward. it made them both realise that this thing could actually happen, and that it was real. and now here they were, being nice to each other, even though there was nothing forcing them to do so.

so why were they doing it? josh needed to stop asking questions. but he couldn't help it, he had a curious nature, which was probably bad considering that he lived in a house where it was better not to ask questions. here they were, her next two words. how could he do that? he only had one idea. "i enjoy your company. and besides, if i wanted to get in your pants tonight, i would have brought protection with me, right?"[/color] josh asked, before stuffing his hand into his pocket and withdrawing his wallet. he showed her all the compartments to demonstrate that there was no such thing in there, then he shoved the wallet back away. he wasn't stupid, and he wasn't about to have unprotected sex. sure, most people were used to carrying around protection just in case, but he knew that she probably wouldn't sleep with him tonight, and even if she did want to, he wouldn't let her because it would not only make things awkward, but it wouldn't be as romantic as he imagined. yes. he imagined his first time to be romantic. she sounded genuinely surprised at his next words, and he couldn't help but chuckle. "yes. i'm not going to lie to you. you deserve better than lies, and i recognise and accept that. so i won't lie to you"[/color] josh said with a shrug. it seemed that lies only made things complicated and hurtful between them so he was avoiding lies at all costs, unless they were necessary for either one of their safety. and that was unlikely to be the case.
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[jaslene guinevere dalton]

If such a thing as nervousness detectors existed, the machine would probably have exploded at the tension she could sense. He probably thought that he was more nervous than herself, and to many people that might have appeared to true, but maybe she was just better at attempting to hide her overcoming feeling of anxiety. Why was she this nervous about doing something to ruin this evening? If anything, any boy should have sensed a good omen coming from the very fact that she’d accepted his invitation. Something kept reminding her that this guy wasn’t like the others she knew and had had an attraction to in the past. Now her brain was making it sound like she was attracted to Joshua Dalton. This wasn’t exactly a lie, but it wasn’t enough to make her believe that there was anything significant about this feeling. Besides, she found many people in her life quite attractive, that didn’t mean she had any intention of pursuing them romantically. Even she, despite many denials in her life, could not say that he was not attractive. It was no mystery as to why he had a fair few younger stalkers. But then, with the other attractive people, she had never even considered going out anywhere with him, just the two of them. So, this boy was different then? Well, in some respects, yes. She doubted she would agree to a dinner date with any of the others.

The thing that was bothering her of recently was that people seemed to think they made a perfect couple. This obviously led her to consider them being together properly, not just being two people who were forced into the same ‘marriage.’ Would they make a good couple? The scary thing was that she could not just vaguely visualise it, but it was quite clear in her head, as she watched their pretend lives. Wait, why she even imagining this? This made it seem as thought she wouldn’t have minded being with him. If they had not been in an arranged marriage, would they have eventually been drawn to each other anyway? Surely if this happened, she couldn’t complain, as it would have been completely her choice about what she did or didn’t do. So did this mean that she would have been happy to go out with this boy, had it been her decision? But, surely this meant that she did in fact like him a hell of a lot more than she was letting on, or even more than she was admitting to herself. No, it was down to stress, her mind was probably able to visualise her and anyone else together now, due to her desire to get out of the situation. But, if she was so desperate to get out of the marriage, why was her mind running around rather excitedly at the prospect of them still maintaining a close relationship?

Unable to stop herself, she found herself laughing at his speech for the second time since they had found out that their stupid fiancée was actually the other. Dare she think it; his panicked babbling was rather cute. Ew, no, she had to stop thinking like that. It wasn’t true or even appropriate for the situation. Nodding her head at his first question, she laughed again, enjoying the sudden change of the atmosphere, altering for the better, in her opinion. There was a sense of relief and good nature following her around now. This type of atmosphere was much more preferable than one of fear. “Yes, it is rather odd, but don’t worry, I won’t hold it against you.”

[/color] In all honesty, she didn’t think it was that weird at all. Many people knew that certain people would be amazing parents, and it was just obvious to everyone. There was really no reason why he couldn’t be confident in his own parenting abilities. She personally wasn’t at all sure that she’d make a great mother, but she hadn’t realised that she would forced to have children before a few weeks before. Before then, she wasn’t sure that she was going to have any, and now she was expected to have a small Dalton army. “I know what you mean,”[/color] she agreed, allowing herself another smile at the boy that was making her happier than she thought she was able to be. It was a weird sensation, but a nice one at the same time. “I’m not having a child until I’m about twenty-three.”[/color]

It was a nice idea that she had there, but she couldn’t escape this niggling doubt that she wouldn’t be allowed to decide when she started getting pregnant. If she got pregnant at eighteen, she’d have to get over it and deal with it. Because there was no room for doubt in her mind over that matter, be she seventeen or thirty-seven, she wasn’t aborting a child who hadn’t done anything wrong. Ah, great, now she was silently obsessing over unborn people. That didn’t make her seem as though she was slowly going insane. No, thinking about being pregnant that much, when you didn’t even want to get married, was evidently completely normal for someone of seventeen. Thank Merlin that the sound of his voice distracted her from baby thoughts. “Oh.”[/color] She replied simply to his statement, in order to try and prove his innocence. “Er, well. I suppose.. I enjoy your company a bit also.”[/color] It sounded weird, but it would have been weirder not to say it after he did. How cold would she have seemed if she kept quiet after he’d admitted to that? “Alright, I believe you.”[/color] She assured him, having seen enough proof of his virtue to believe his words. “You can’t blame me for being slightly suspicious of your motives though. Unless...”[/color] she stopped herself, not wanting to sound ridiculous before they even began the meal. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

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[joshua andrew dalton]

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he was nervous. she could probably tell that. it was kind of worrying that he was so nervous, because joshua andrew dalton was usually confident, cocky, and hardly ever nervous. so why was he so nervous now? it was kind of freaking him out. no one had this effect on him before. why did she have it? could it really be that he did like her? that everything everyone had been insisting was right? that he did like jaslene but he didn't want to admit it? that his parents were right in matching them together? oh that idea was laughable. his parents were not right about who he should be with. if anyone would chose the perfect partner for him, he would do it himself, his parents were definitely and completely wrong. yeah. but then there was that thing about her. she managed to make him feel different to how other girls did. she made him flustered at times, and mumble and babble and smile. but not just a random smile either. she could make him truly smile, like a proper, honest grin. not fake smiles or half smiles or smiles that he didn't mean. she could do it easily too, and that made her quite special. there had never been a girl that could easily make him honestly smile before, so she was kind of the first. she was pretty too. and they got on well as it so happened, so why was this marriage such a bad thing? it was a bad thing because he was eighteen years old, not ready to be a husband, and not wanting to marry anyone, including jaslene malfoy, and his parents didn't know him so there was no way that they could pick someone perfect for him. he would have to do that himself.

joshua had never really had a girl friend because there had never been a girl that he had found that was worth his time to date. that was probably the reason he was still a virgin, because he wanted to do things properly, and it never felt right with someone he'd just met. he knew that chris had done that with a girl called zak, but he'd never have been able to do that. he'd had the opportunity once, bt he walked away from it because it didn't feel right to him. but if he dated her for a while, got to know her, knew what she was like and what she liked, he would be happy to do that, safe in the knowledge that she wanted this too, and that it wasn't a rash decision, that it was well thought through. because he didn't want to screw it up and it wasn't as if virginity was something you could just hand back in a box was it? but with jaslene on the other hand...no. he wasn't going to think about that. he was already imagining their imaginary life together with their kids and their 'honey i'm home' attitude, and that was scary enough, despite the fact that it was so easy to damned well imagine. that made it scarier. one word could delve him into this imaginary life, and the sad thing was that he was happy. he liked the pictures that he had in his mind, and he wasn't sure whether that was a good thing or bad.

"good. i don't want you, like, having a hate list for me before we even make it into the place"

[/color] josh joked. in fact, he didn't want her to have a hate list for him at all, in the place or out of it. he hated the thought of her hating him, and he hated the thought that he could quite possibly even make her hate him in the first place. it was kind of a horrible thought, that he did something to make her hate him. why was he thinking of this hypothetical hate list anyway? it was stupid. "yeah, i mean it's silly having children when your not ready because you just won't be able to cope."[/color] he explained. no child was better than a child that wouldn't be cared for properly, as there was no neglect or whatever then. she'd be lucky to get away with that age though, but josh would do his best to make sure that at least 23 it was. not that he'd ever...because he couldn't....because he wasn't....thinking of that? or marrying her. yeah.when she said she enjoyed his company his smile pulled into his honest grin. really? why did that make him so happy to hear? this is confusing. "yeah, i said i wasn't planning it."[/color] he said with a nod.

she trailed off that sentence and josh raised his eyebrows. "unless?"[/color] he asked, wondering what she was going to say. what was the end of that? he didn't blame her for being suspicious. after all, last time he'd insulted her and then randomly hugged her, so it wasn't like she shouldn't be suspicious. at least she was smart enough to check them, although he had no ulterior motives. he was so nervous that she probably could sense it. he needed to loosen up, relax. pulling off his jacket, he held it in his hand instead. there, he felt less restricted now and more comfortable, therefore, a little less nervous. not so much. okay, yeah, he did feel a little more relaxed, especially when the made it to the store, and josh smiled. there was kind of something he'd not told jaslene about tonight. he'd rented out madame puddifoots, so that they were on there own. he figured that, as nice as it would be to have a normal date, they would be constantly checking themselves if there were other people around, and this way, they could be themselves. he held the door of the shop open for it after coming to a halt outside it. "after you"[/color] he said politely, glancing in to see the empty store, devoid of third year couples. the only people who were there was the kitchen staff, himself and jaslene, and the one waiter or waitress to serve them. he'd used money from the dalton vault to pay for this, as it wasn't like the money would be missed anyway, they had so much of it.
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TAGGED Jaslene Malfoy!
LYRICS adore - paramore
CLOTHES clickeh
COUNT 1052
NOTES aww this should be sweet! <3 I found Josh!
CREDIT EMMA !?[/font]