Michaela Boot should be much too smart for this. (perfectionist) wrote in backway,
"I'd be a bad husband," he said seriously, keeping his focus on the grass. "I'm an awful son, I doubt I'd be very good at being married."
Frowning, Cho returned her gaze to the ground. "Oh. I guess I could marry Harry Potter."
Quinn set his jaw. Just because he didn't think he'd be good at marriage didn't mean he wanted to hear about her marrying anyone else. "He'd die on you. He's in the Hospital wing more than anyone," he finally said, pulling a blade of grass from the ground with unnecessary force. "I don't think you want to be a widow."
"Cedric Diggory is cute," she said, peeking up to look at him, a slight smile on her face.
"Yes, well, he's probably bent," Quinn decided, his shoulders squaring as he tore his piece of grass in half.
Cho placed her hand on top of his and laced her fingers through his. "I guess there's just you then."
Turning his hand palm up, he squeezed hers and leaned in to kiss her cheek. "If you haven't found anyone better than me to marry by the time we're twenty-one, I'll marry you," he told her.
"Promise?" she asked, her eyes meeting his.
"Promise. I'll even sign a contract," he swore, his eyes glinting. "In blood," he added for special effect.