Sirius/Hermione drabble
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tattooedsirenTitle: Touch
Ship: Sirius/Hermione (if you squint your right eye and tilt your head you might see some Harry/Ron/Hermione *grins*)
Rating: PG
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letmypidgeonsgo
Touch
If he simply reached out his hand he could touch her. He could feel her skin beneath his, he could feel the blood pumping through her veins, he could feel her pulse quicken from the contact.
But he won’t. And he never will.
He contents himself with watching her. He knows how lucky he is to even be in her life at all, to witness such beauty and strength and spirit on a daily basis. And that the smiles and laughs she has occasion to give him are special and priceless.
She is blissfully unaware, and that’s the way he likes it. The truth could only cause all sorts of problems and this is the best way. Their friendship is the best cover he could ask for. He can talk and watch and laugh without anyone being any the wiser.
He sometimes wonders how it was he ended up here. How is it that a man falls in love with someone who is literally young enough to be his daughter? What makes him cross that line from like to lust to love?
If he ever falters in his resolve, if he ever wonders what might happen if he reached out and touched her, all he needs to do is look at Harry and his willpower returns. He could never do that to his godson, his family. He is not yet that low.
Only a fool would try and penetrate the triangle those three have forged for themselves and he is no fool. He watches her, watches her with them, and his heart flares with jealousy. How is it she can look at them like that and not him? Doesn’t she know that the simple gestures she gives them, a hand to a knee, a lingering hug, a peck to the cheek, breaks his heart?
It’s late and time for bed. She brushes past him on her way upstairs, smiling and wishing him a goodnight, and it would be so easy to reach out and touch her. But he doesn’t. Instead he says goodnight and watches her follow them upstairs, sighing heavily as they go.
Ship: Sirius/Hermione (if you squint your right eye and tilt your head you might see some Harry/Ron/Hermione *grins*)
Rating: PG
For:
letmypidgeonsgoTouch
If he simply reached out his hand he could touch her. He could feel her skin beneath his, he could feel the blood pumping through her veins, he could feel her pulse quicken from the contact.
But he won’t. And he never will.
He contents himself with watching her. He knows how lucky he is to even be in her life at all, to witness such beauty and strength and spirit on a daily basis. And that the smiles and laughs she has occasion to give him are special and priceless.
She is blissfully unaware, and that’s the way he likes it. The truth could only cause all sorts of problems and this is the best way. Their friendship is the best cover he could ask for. He can talk and watch and laugh without anyone being any the wiser.
He sometimes wonders how it was he ended up here. How is it that a man falls in love with someone who is literally young enough to be his daughter? What makes him cross that line from like to lust to love?
If he ever falters in his resolve, if he ever wonders what might happen if he reached out and touched her, all he needs to do is look at Harry and his willpower returns. He could never do that to his godson, his family. He is not yet that low.
Only a fool would try and penetrate the triangle those three have forged for themselves and he is no fool. He watches her, watches her with them, and his heart flares with jealousy. How is it she can look at them like that and not him? Doesn’t she know that the simple gestures she gives them, a hand to a knee, a lingering hug, a peck to the cheek, breaks his heart?
It’s late and time for bed. She brushes past him on her way upstairs, smiling and wishing him a goodnight, and it would be so easy to reach out and touch her. But he doesn’t. Instead he says goodnight and watches her follow them upstairs, sighing heavily as they go.
