Post by Kierah on Dec 30, 2005 15:01:15 GMT -5
Title: I'd Forgotten ( ::MM:: )
Rating: 10+
Summary: Since then, she’d forgotten. HBP SPOILERS
Disclaimer: Not mine. No sir. :3
Note: Was posted on fanfiction.net. Can be viewed here:
www.fanfiction.net/s/2684515/1/
Not very well written, at least for me. I could've done better, of course, but my brain was mushy and glopping out of my ears when I wrote this. (
Bad mental image!)
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She would watch him. He would watch her. He’d think she was working herself too hard, while she’d think just because he slacked off doesn’t mean everyone else had to.
Obliviously they would twirl around each other without knowing it while couples around them tangoed. The dance of lovers, and all they would- could- do was waltz. A strained, controlled dance.
And now she looks at the young man before her. A red lightning bolt is barely visible, and green eyes behind large glasses plead with her. Let me go. I can’t stay here. I have to kill them. I have to.
Her eyes begin to sting, and she furiously wipes at them. The teenager is standing, rubbing her shoulder awkwardly. She shakes her head. How could he understand? Had he lost someone he loved- more than a mentor, more than a friend, more than a colleague?
She’s sobbing now, her head in her hands as she tries to apologize through her tears. He shakes his head, trying to say, it’s all right. Just cry.
And she does, fishing out a handkerchief as she finishes. But it’s not tartan. It’s dark purple with gold stars, and she rubs at her tears.
“I’m so sorry, Potter,” she sniffles. “I shouldn’t do this to you.”
“It’s-it’s all right, Professor.”
“You have enough on your shoulders without the burdens of an old spinster.”
“You loved him, didn’t you?”
Her head shoots up at this, and suddenly she looks older than before, the crows feet prominent beneath her eyes.
“What was that?”
“You loved him more than any of us, but you were forbidden.”
She sighs, and says quietly, “I-I’d forgotten.”
“Forgotten what, Professor?”
“How to cry.”
Rating: 10+
Summary: Since then, she’d forgotten. HBP SPOILERS
Disclaimer: Not mine. No sir. :3
Note: Was posted on fanfiction.net. Can be viewed here:
www.fanfiction.net/s/2684515/1/
Not very well written, at least for me. I could've done better, of course, but my brain was mushy and glopping out of my ears when I wrote this. (
Bad mental image!)_______________________
She would watch him. He would watch her. He’d think she was working herself too hard, while she’d think just because he slacked off doesn’t mean everyone else had to.
Obliviously they would twirl around each other without knowing it while couples around them tangoed. The dance of lovers, and all they would- could- do was waltz. A strained, controlled dance.
And now she looks at the young man before her. A red lightning bolt is barely visible, and green eyes behind large glasses plead with her. Let me go. I can’t stay here. I have to kill them. I have to.
Her eyes begin to sting, and she furiously wipes at them. The teenager is standing, rubbing her shoulder awkwardly. She shakes her head. How could he understand? Had he lost someone he loved- more than a mentor, more than a friend, more than a colleague?
She’s sobbing now, her head in her hands as she tries to apologize through her tears. He shakes his head, trying to say, it’s all right. Just cry.
And she does, fishing out a handkerchief as she finishes. But it’s not tartan. It’s dark purple with gold stars, and she rubs at her tears.
“I’m so sorry, Potter,” she sniffles. “I shouldn’t do this to you.”
“It’s-it’s all right, Professor.”
“You have enough on your shoulders without the burdens of an old spinster.”
“You loved him, didn’t you?”
Her head shoots up at this, and suddenly she looks older than before, the crows feet prominent beneath her eyes.
“What was that?”
“You loved him more than any of us, but you were forbidden.”
She sighs, and says quietly, “I-I’d forgotten.”
“Forgotten what, Professor?”
“How to cry.”
