Post by Dewey on Aug 26, 2004 21:23:18 GMT -5
hahahaha! i've just realized that i've never wrote an ad/mm break-up fic before! so. . . here it is!
Once Upon A Time
By: Strawberry Blonde Chick
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Once upon a time---We were happy once!---There were two people--- Very happy!---They were very much in love. But in times like theirs, their love was forbidden, for, she was a student, and he was her teacher---I remember like yesterday. . .!
I was laying in my four-poster, curtains opened, staring mindlessly out the winow. The sun was setting. I found it beautiful and intruiging. Colors of every shade painted the sky a magnificent wonder.
I knew I had to get up. Dinner was calling. Oh, and dessert!
I sighed contently and decided to move. Walking to dinner, all I could think about was having dessert with him after dinner.
He plagued my thoughts all day, every day. It felt weird to call him my fiance. I’m only 16, I reminded myself, and I’m getting married.
My thoughts were so captivating that I ran headlong into the wall.
“Ooh- little miss Minnie Mouse ran right into the wall!” cackled Peeves.
“I swear,” I muttered to myself, “the first thing I’ll do tomorrow is start a petition to get him out of here!”
“You can’t blame him, it was rather amusing,” said a voice from behind.
“Hello Professor Dumbledore,” I greeted casually.
“What was so entrancing that made you walk into a wall?” he asked me.
“The future,” I mumbled embarrassedly.
“What of the future?” he asked, moving closer to me.
“Wonderful kids, caring husband, great job,” I replied dreamily, not at all offended that he was moving closer to me. We were, after all, good friends ever since he began teaching me how to become an Animagus.
“Oh?” he stated.
He was a little TOO close now. Taking the last step toward me, he reached out a hand. . . Close, too close. I could feel his ragged breath on my neck- on my face. Shivers ran down my spine as his hand got closer to my face. He moved it down- down toward a sensative area of my body and. . . . .
Brushed a piece of lint off of my right shoulder. I breathed a noticable sigh. “Something wrong, my dear,” he asked, chuckling.
“No- No,” I answered, flustered.
“I wasn’t going to harm you,” he replied, grinning ear-to-ear.
“Yes, I realize that, but-”
“But, what?” he asked, still smiling.
“I don’t think my fiance would’ve liked what I thought you were going to do, Professor Dumbledore,” I said, raising my eyebrows.
“You’re engaged?” he asked, his eyes growing wide.
“Yes, but it goes no further,” I said sternly, pressing my right index finger to my lips to show silence.
“I understand,” he replied. His smile fading as fast as a lightbulb blowing. “Who is the lucky guy?”
“Well, he’s the most handsome, caring man that I’ve ever met; with scheming blue eyes as deep as the ocean; our love is the greatest there is, with gentle carresses and meaningless conversations unfathomably long; he’s a rather tall, clever man; and- well- that about describes he and our relationship,” I finished dully.
“Well, remember to invite me to the wedding,” he stated, making it conspicuous that the topic was making him uncomfortable.
“I expect you to be now that you know,” I stated, finally smiling, yet mischieviously. “It is customary that the groom be at the wedding.”
“Oh, yes!” he exclaimed. “That’s what I’m doing five Mondays into summer break!”
“You-better-remember-our-wedding-date, Mister!” I exclaimed scornfully.
“I’d never forget,” he replied, switching from playful to serious in no time flat. “Miss McGonagall,” he added after a second or two.
“Nor I, Professor. Thank you. Now I best be off to dinner,” I answered with a smile before skipping giddily off to the Great Hall.
Mwhahahaha! Gotcha, didn't I? Thought Min was engaged to a different guy? Well- to tell the truth- I almost put where she and Riddle were engaged. I'M EVIL!
Once Upon A Time
By: Strawberry Blonde Chick
............................................................................................................................
Once upon a time---We were happy once!---There were two people--- Very happy!---They were very much in love. But in times like theirs, their love was forbidden, for, she was a student, and he was her teacher---I remember like yesterday. . .!
I was laying in my four-poster, curtains opened, staring mindlessly out the winow. The sun was setting. I found it beautiful and intruiging. Colors of every shade painted the sky a magnificent wonder.
I knew I had to get up. Dinner was calling. Oh, and dessert!
I sighed contently and decided to move. Walking to dinner, all I could think about was having dessert with him after dinner.
He plagued my thoughts all day, every day. It felt weird to call him my fiance. I’m only 16, I reminded myself, and I’m getting married.
My thoughts were so captivating that I ran headlong into the wall.
“Ooh- little miss Minnie Mouse ran right into the wall!” cackled Peeves.
“I swear,” I muttered to myself, “the first thing I’ll do tomorrow is start a petition to get him out of here!”
“You can’t blame him, it was rather amusing,” said a voice from behind.
“Hello Professor Dumbledore,” I greeted casually.
“What was so entrancing that made you walk into a wall?” he asked me.
“The future,” I mumbled embarrassedly.
“What of the future?” he asked, moving closer to me.
“Wonderful kids, caring husband, great job,” I replied dreamily, not at all offended that he was moving closer to me. We were, after all, good friends ever since he began teaching me how to become an Animagus.
“Oh?” he stated.
He was a little TOO close now. Taking the last step toward me, he reached out a hand. . . Close, too close. I could feel his ragged breath on my neck- on my face. Shivers ran down my spine as his hand got closer to my face. He moved it down- down toward a sensative area of my body and. . . . .
Brushed a piece of lint off of my right shoulder. I breathed a noticable sigh. “Something wrong, my dear,” he asked, chuckling.
“No- No,” I answered, flustered.
“I wasn’t going to harm you,” he replied, grinning ear-to-ear.
“Yes, I realize that, but-”
“But, what?” he asked, still smiling.
“I don’t think my fiance would’ve liked what I thought you were going to do, Professor Dumbledore,” I said, raising my eyebrows.
“You’re engaged?” he asked, his eyes growing wide.
“Yes, but it goes no further,” I said sternly, pressing my right index finger to my lips to show silence.
“I understand,” he replied. His smile fading as fast as a lightbulb blowing. “Who is the lucky guy?”
“Well, he’s the most handsome, caring man that I’ve ever met; with scheming blue eyes as deep as the ocean; our love is the greatest there is, with gentle carresses and meaningless conversations unfathomably long; he’s a rather tall, clever man; and- well- that about describes he and our relationship,” I finished dully.
“Well, remember to invite me to the wedding,” he stated, making it conspicuous that the topic was making him uncomfortable.
“I expect you to be now that you know,” I stated, finally smiling, yet mischieviously. “It is customary that the groom be at the wedding.”
“Oh, yes!” he exclaimed. “That’s what I’m doing five Mondays into summer break!”
“You-better-remember-our-wedding-date, Mister!” I exclaimed scornfully.
“I’d never forget,” he replied, switching from playful to serious in no time flat. “Miss McGonagall,” he added after a second or two.
“Nor I, Professor. Thank you. Now I best be off to dinner,” I answered with a smile before skipping giddily off to the Great Hall.
Mwhahahaha! Gotcha, didn't I? Thought Min was engaged to a different guy? Well- to tell the truth- I almost put where she and Riddle were engaged. I'M EVIL!
I thought she had someone else. Until she descrived him 
Cute story. 
