Writing, writing, writing
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melwilSo, well, I've written two itty, bitty stories and a Tearstains fragment and I think I'm going to inflict them on you.
Title: Morning After
Author: MelWil
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: They are JKR's not mine
Author's note: A Tearstains piece
~*~
She woke while he was sleeping. He slept on his side, sheets tangled tight around his legs and arms outstretched towards her. There were mere inches between them and Hermione couldn't decide whether it felt right or wrong.
She slid away from him and dressed quietly, wincing as her clothing rustled, anxious not to wake him. He looked different while he was sleeping: vulnerable and innocent, yet still as terrifying as he was when she was eleven years old. He was terribly contradictory and she wondered why on earth she had tangled her life with his.
There was parchment and ink on his bureau, as if he had anticipated her early leaving. (Had he known she would come? Did he know her that well?) She wrote quickly, with little regard for legibility or niceties.
She folded the parchment over once, creasing it firmly with her ink stained thumb. With one last look over her shoulder, she left.
*
He woke, as usual, alone. But his bed felt different and his body was unusually sore and he was confused in a way that was only vaguely familiar. His mind was filled with images of naked bodies and tangled limbs and whispered sayings which may or may not have been true.
He picked up the piece of folded parchment from beside him, unfolding it with hands that were steady through years of practice. Her writing was rushed and he squinted to make out the words.
“Severus, I won't stay away, Hermione”
He tucked the parchment into his secret drawer, putting away the previous night to get ready for the day.
Title: The Art of Letting Go
Author: MelWil
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own them and I make no money from them
Feedback: to lina_wilson@hotmail.com
Author's Note: Spoilers for OoTP
~*~
She found him in Sirius' room, leafing through a tattered leather photo album. She leant forward over his shoulder.
“I didn't even know he had these.” Remus looked older than usual, but his voice was steady.
“You've got to get over it, Remus.” She tried to make her voice authoritive, wishing she had the same control over it that she had over her appearance.
“Like you have?” He turned to the next photo. A young Remus and Sirius dressed up for some formal occasion, a wedding or something, waving madly and pulling goofy faces. He pulled his gaze away from the photo and glared at Tonks, his voice dripping with bitterness.”I know you're sleeping in his bed.”
She shrugged, as a veil of uneasiness fell over them. “I can feel him there.” She said softly.
“And the visits to Harry? You can't tell me they're just for his sake.”
She wished she'd taken on the guise of a young school girl, wished she could blush prettily and amuse Remus with her changed appearance. But he knew her too well by now.
“I miss him.” She shrugged. “Is that a crime? Harry will at least talk about him. To me, anyway.”
“No he won't.”
She dropped her head, feeling her eyes filling with hot tears and her head with remorse and sadness. “No.” She looked back up at Remus. “But he might, you know.”
Remus allowed the photo album to fall to the ground and held out his arms to her. She crawled into them and cried.
Rose wrinkled up her nose as her mother lectured her about behaving herself. Jim, his prefect badge pinned hesitantly to the front of his shirt, hung slightly behind their mother, the determined look on his face letting Rose know there were many more lectures to come. She sighed and jerked her luggage trolley awkwardly, watching as her trunk slid across the platform, threatening to burst open.
“Margaret Rose Potter!” Her mother flicked her wand at the trunk, sending it back up onto the trolley, before waving her finger at her youngest child. “If you keep behaving like that, they'll send you back home before you even get sorted!”
Jim glared at her, but Rose looked around, smugly realising that her little trick had gained the attention of the others standing on the platform. She wasn't going to start at Hogwarts as a nobody.
Her mother turned her attention to Jim, quickly kissing him on the forehead. “Have a good year,” she told him, “and make sure she doesn't get into any trouble.” She turned and glared at Rose again. “Don't make me send you a howler.”
“We'll be fine, Mum.” Jim hesitated then hugged their mother quickly. “Be careful,” he said. Then he grabbed Rose's sleeve, dragging her and her trolley to the door of the train. “Come on. We don't want the train to go without us.”
Rose looked back at her mother, who was watching her nervously. Then she turned around, climbing into the train without a single look backwards.
JB-Hi Fi had a huge sale on today and because we have one just across the road, Matt and I went for a wander. I came home with blank tapes and four CD's - the Ned Kelly soundtrack, Elixer's new CD (which is gorgeous), an Augie March single and a Woodie Guthrie CD. I feel very musiced up again.
Title: Morning After
Author: MelWil
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: They are JKR's not mine
Author's note: A Tearstains piece
~*~
She woke while he was sleeping. He slept on his side, sheets tangled tight around his legs and arms outstretched towards her. There were mere inches between them and Hermione couldn't decide whether it felt right or wrong.
She slid away from him and dressed quietly, wincing as her clothing rustled, anxious not to wake him. He looked different while he was sleeping: vulnerable and innocent, yet still as terrifying as he was when she was eleven years old. He was terribly contradictory and she wondered why on earth she had tangled her life with his.
There was parchment and ink on his bureau, as if he had anticipated her early leaving. (Had he known she would come? Did he know her that well?) She wrote quickly, with little regard for legibility or niceties.
She folded the parchment over once, creasing it firmly with her ink stained thumb. With one last look over her shoulder, she left.
*
He woke, as usual, alone. But his bed felt different and his body was unusually sore and he was confused in a way that was only vaguely familiar. His mind was filled with images of naked bodies and tangled limbs and whispered sayings which may or may not have been true.
He picked up the piece of folded parchment from beside him, unfolding it with hands that were steady through years of practice. Her writing was rushed and he squinted to make out the words.
“Severus, I won't stay away, Hermione”
He tucked the parchment into his secret drawer, putting away the previous night to get ready for the day.
Title: The Art of Letting Go
Author: MelWil
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own them and I make no money from them
Feedback: to lina_wilson@hotmail.com
Author's Note: Spoilers for OoTP
~*~
She found him in Sirius' room, leafing through a tattered leather photo album. She leant forward over his shoulder.
“I didn't even know he had these.” Remus looked older than usual, but his voice was steady.
“You've got to get over it, Remus.” She tried to make her voice authoritive, wishing she had the same control over it that she had over her appearance.
“Like you have?” He turned to the next photo. A young Remus and Sirius dressed up for some formal occasion, a wedding or something, waving madly and pulling goofy faces. He pulled his gaze away from the photo and glared at Tonks, his voice dripping with bitterness.”I know you're sleeping in his bed.”
She shrugged, as a veil of uneasiness fell over them. “I can feel him there.” She said softly.
“And the visits to Harry? You can't tell me they're just for his sake.”
She wished she'd taken on the guise of a young school girl, wished she could blush prettily and amuse Remus with her changed appearance. But he knew her too well by now.
“I miss him.” She shrugged. “Is that a crime? Harry will at least talk about him. To me, anyway.”
“No he won't.”
She dropped her head, feeling her eyes filling with hot tears and her head with remorse and sadness. “No.” She looked back up at Remus. “But he might, you know.”
Remus allowed the photo album to fall to the ground and held out his arms to her. She crawled into them and cried.
Rose wrinkled up her nose as her mother lectured her about behaving herself. Jim, his prefect badge pinned hesitantly to the front of his shirt, hung slightly behind their mother, the determined look on his face letting Rose know there were many more lectures to come. She sighed and jerked her luggage trolley awkwardly, watching as her trunk slid across the platform, threatening to burst open.
“Margaret Rose Potter!” Her mother flicked her wand at the trunk, sending it back up onto the trolley, before waving her finger at her youngest child. “If you keep behaving like that, they'll send you back home before you even get sorted!”
Jim glared at her, but Rose looked around, smugly realising that her little trick had gained the attention of the others standing on the platform. She wasn't going to start at Hogwarts as a nobody.
Her mother turned her attention to Jim, quickly kissing him on the forehead. “Have a good year,” she told him, “and make sure she doesn't get into any trouble.” She turned and glared at Rose again. “Don't make me send you a howler.”
“We'll be fine, Mum.” Jim hesitated then hugged their mother quickly. “Be careful,” he said. Then he grabbed Rose's sleeve, dragging her and her trolley to the door of the train. “Come on. We don't want the train to go without us.”
Rose looked back at her mother, who was watching her nervously. Then she turned around, climbing into the train without a single look backwards.
JB-Hi Fi had a huge sale on today and because we have one just across the road, Matt and I went for a wander. I came home with blank tapes and four CD's - the Ned Kelly soundtrack, Elixer's new CD (which is gorgeous), an Augie March single and a Woodie Guthrie CD. I feel very musiced up again.
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