Lou laughed. "Well, stubborn would be putting it nicely, deary," she told him, flashing a big grin his way. The moment she felt his hand entwine itself with hers, she remembered how completely and utterly strong he was compared with a wimp of a girl like herself. He could wring her neck in that very moment, without her expecting or feeling a thing. That's simply how powerful he was.
Again, she laughed. But this time, it was at the pure happiness in his voice as he talked. Just listening to him made her even happier than she'd previously been. Which was saying something. Sure, it didn't take much to make Lou McGooken happy, but this was a different sort of happiness. Not an in-the-moment type of thing. But more of a long lasting one that you could remember and bring about when nasty things like Dementors came around.
She made a face. "Sorry 'bout that," she told him, looking up at him with a sort of apologizing air to her face. "But you have to admit, you were moving kinda fast for most people's likings." She didn't want to argue with him, but, had she not known him, which she didn't on that day, she would have been put off by him snogging her like that. Which she had been. Because, the way she knew it, that's just not what people usually did. But now, it was. Absent-mindedly, she picked up his large, heavy hand in hers and stared at it, tracing the lines of his veins and bones with her pointer finger.
Laughing along with Lou, Tucker pulled her closer to him which ended up on her sitting on his lap. He wrapped his arms around her protectively, and breathed in her scent as it embedded conflictingly into his mind, and senses. He sighed, kissing her cheek ever-so-tenderly. "You're so special, Lou McGooken, and you're going to change the world someday. You don't even know it though, but I do. You've already changed my life, sweet." Again, he breathed in her scent, and it swarmed it's way around his heart, pulling every broken piece of it back together. He knew that he could never let go of Lou McGooken. She was now forever, and always... his.
Feeling somewhat like a peacemaker, he spoke to Lou, his voice warm with confidence, and total soberness, although he hadn't been sober just moments before. "No, it's fine. I was moving too fast, but it all worked out in the end... well in my opinion it did. You were right, and I was wrong... well on PART of it." He joked, feeling like he was on top of the moon. His heart seemed to sing with joy, which it hardly did may I add, which made a rather large smile etch it's way across his strong face. His hand found hers once more, entwining fingers like before. "I can't wait for the ball now. Considering I'm going with the most amazing girl in the world."
The feeling of sitting on his lap with his arms wrapped around her was the greatest she'd felt in a long time, perhaps her whole life. The fact that they were in a dimly lit shack, amid a pile of rubble and dust didn't matter in the least. That there was a smudge of dust under his eye, and that her hair was a wreck. Both were completely irrelevant. All that mattered was that they were together.
She turned around and hugged him, her cheek against his chest, ear hearing his heart beating. She didn't want to move, ever. The heat emitted from his body warmed her and soon, the goosebumps that the drafts in the old shack caused were fading. "Hey Tuck?" she whispered, smiling at the feeling against her cheek as he swallowed and looked down at her. "I love you. You know that, right?"
She grinned and sat up, looking up at his face. They were quite close, and she had to resist the urge to simply kiss him right then and there. It lessened a bit when she began talking. But only a bit. "The most amazing girl in the world would be perfect," she told him, her smarter side coming out for the briefest, rarest moment in time, "Me, Tuck? I'm the farthest from that that someone can ever be." She gave him a rather crooked, endearing smile. "Trust me."
Lou's voice seemed distant, but the words echoed in his mind. He had been waiting for those words forever, and now she was saying them. It felt so great. To be here with her, and no one else. To be holding her tightly, and kissing her. If only she knew how much strength she really did have. How much she had changed Tucker's life in a matter of minutes. "You don't know how great it is to hear you say that, Lou. I love you too, babe. Though, I think you already knew that." He smirked, kissing her temple adoringly. "If I could, I would sit here with you my whole entire life. You are my everything now, Lou McGooken. You're the only thing keeping me alive right now."
Feeling her shift, he also shifted himself. Her words were once more, distant in his endearing mind. His hear began to beat more rapidly, his dark eyes growing some-what-wide. "Yes, she would indeed be perfect, and in my eyes that's what you are. YOU are the perfect one in my eyes." He brushed a stray hair out of her eyes, reading the expression that laid there in her gorgeous orbs. As if she had controlled him, he put his hand on her chin, pulling her into him. He kissed her passionately, with all he had. Putting all the hurt, love, and passion he had for her in that simple, but yet sophisticated kiss. His heart began to beat heavily in his throat, and underneath his buff chest.
Her heart skipped a beat when he said he loved her. It did everytime he'd said it, no matter how much she knew before, her heart would always flutter a bit when it actually came out of his mouth, in that deep voice of his. She didn't know what it was about him, but he just made her happy. Maybe it was that she loved him. More than she loved anyone else on earth.
But that was dangerous for her. Loving him was sticking her in a place where she could be so easily manipulated. Being connected to him in any way put her in danger, especially around his Slytherin friends who didn't give a shit about her life, and would rather have her dead. But, at the moment, she was on cloud nine, and even the nagging in the back of her head couldn't get her to stop smiling. She couldn't even think about the bad things now. She'd deal with them later, when they wouldn't ruin her perfect mood.
"I sure hope not, deary," she answered, smiling up at him, "You, Tuck, are definitely too good to die." After she muttered those words, something happened that she definitely wouldn't have expected. He kissed her. But it was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before. In fact, she'd never been snogged like this before. But she kissed him back, a little less confidently, but with all the love she could muster.
Tucker lead on the kiss for a while longer before his lungs pounded him for air. So, he pulled away, the couple breathing hard. He looked at her, his face dramatically close to hers, as his hand held up her face to his. His dark eyes grew warm, and somehow light, and his heart was like a humming bird's wings rummaging under his chest. Letting Lou's hand go, he readjusted her on his lap, making her head rest comfortably in his shoulder. He leaned his head on hers, feeling happy and his heart feeling like it was about to explode. He kissed her forehead affectionately, his hand finding hers, and fumbling with her fingers playfully.
Cocking his head to the side as Lou's comment finally adjusted in his mind, he grunted. Her response just didn't sound right. Yes, right in someone else is ears, but not in his. He bit his lower lip, feeling somewhat under pressure, or self confident. It just wasn't normal for him... not at all. Finally, Tucker responded to Lou, his voice rough but soft, deep but gentle. "Well, yes I suppose, but not entirely, love. You yourself are too good to die."