He doesn’t understand! Penny thought to herself, frustrated. Sure, Penny knew that Donn thought the magical world to be superior, and it’s not like Penny disagreed with him; she was just asking that he understand that she wasn’t raised to believe those things. Few wizards were, nowadays. Arguments and counter debates formed on her lips, but as she listened to Donn she felt her throat couldn’t work to voice them. It was true, he didn’t understand, he couldn’t even begin to understand, but despite that Donn wanted her. He wanted her here, in his home, and he wanted her in his heart. And against her better judgment, Penny found that that was enough for her. Besides, they were just getting to know each other; there was time yet to work out all those details, and have those difficult conversations.
“You’re right, I’m sorry” Penny said, her head still buried in his shoulder. What she was sorry for, she had no idea, but she knew that she didn’t want to continue discussing this. And there was only one way to make sure that he dropped the issue. Penny lifted her head up, and stroked Donn’s cheek before her lips found his. They sat there kissing on the garden bench, as the snow started to fall softly around them again. Penny hardly noticed at first, content to just be there with him, in his arms, their arms and lips exploring. But then the snow started to fall faster and Penny felt her eyelashes grow heavy with snowflakes. She pulled away slightly, and caught her breath.
“Perhaps the library can wait until tomorrow?” Penny could barely believe those words coming out of her mouth. Before Donn nothing could keep her away from the promise of a well stocked library, but for now it was the mere thought of what else they could do that night that had her no longer caring if she ever saw another book in her life.
Penny allowed Donn to lead her back inside, and to the bedroom, barely taking note of which way they were turning. She just hoped that she’d be able to find the loo later, in case she woke up in the night.
They didn’t make it to dinner that night, but after a few hours the house elves left them a tray with delicious dinner, and some wine. Some of them might hate her for her blood status, and the others gossiped about her blood status, but there was no denying that they were excellent cooks. And Penny decided, for once, to focus on the positives. I could get used to this kind of treatment she thought, as she felt herself falling asleep later that night.