Harry/Ginny drabble
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tattooedsirenTitle: Losing Time and Saving Grace
Rating: G
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lady_game - I actually dislike H/G (sorry!) but I thought it would be a good challange for me to write something I have never really written before. I hope you like it, Anna.
Losing Time and Saving Grace
She watched him from a distance, large brown eyes tracing his form as he paced, his bare feet tickled by the grass. Ron and Hermione were sitting on the grass nearby, watching as he paced, obviously trying to placate him.
She sighed, content for the moment just to watch him. At least, she had to be content with watching him, as she certainly couldn’t do anything else with him these days.
She wanted to talk to him. She wanted to throw her arms around him in a comforting embrace. She wanted to kiss his worries away.
But she couldn’t do any of those things. Though they were officially friends, the practice of such an arrangement was a bit trickier.
He ran a hand through his already messy hair, making her smile. She loved the pieces of him; the way his eyes sometimes smiled before his mouth did, his genuine interest and affection for those around him, the rich sound of his seldom heard laughter, the way his fingertips lightly traced her skin.
She wanted that back. But she was running out of time.
They were leaving tomorrow, the three of them, without her. She wanted to go with them, to help them, to be with him. But he had made it perfectly clear that she wasn’t wanted. She had briefly considered ignoring him, following them, but it was no way to rebuild their relationship.
That is, if it was possible to rebuild their relationship.
She didn’t know why, but she had the overwhelming feeling that once he left, it was all over for them. That once he left, he wasn’t coming back, not for her.
So she had but two options. She could go over there, be strong and forthright, beg for him to reconsider and lose whatever remaining dignity and class she had left. Or she could do nothing, just smile and be happy for him, wish him luck and let him go.
She rested her chin on the top of her knees, tears escaping her large brown eyes as they followed his form as he paced, his bare feet tickled by the grass.
Rating: G
For
lady_game - I actually dislike H/G (sorry!) but I thought it would be a good challange for me to write something I have never really written before. I hope you like it, Anna.Losing Time and Saving Grace
She watched him from a distance, large brown eyes tracing his form as he paced, his bare feet tickled by the grass. Ron and Hermione were sitting on the grass nearby, watching as he paced, obviously trying to placate him.
She sighed, content for the moment just to watch him. At least, she had to be content with watching him, as she certainly couldn’t do anything else with him these days.
She wanted to talk to him. She wanted to throw her arms around him in a comforting embrace. She wanted to kiss his worries away.
But she couldn’t do any of those things. Though they were officially friends, the practice of such an arrangement was a bit trickier.
He ran a hand through his already messy hair, making her smile. She loved the pieces of him; the way his eyes sometimes smiled before his mouth did, his genuine interest and affection for those around him, the rich sound of his seldom heard laughter, the way his fingertips lightly traced her skin.
She wanted that back. But she was running out of time.
They were leaving tomorrow, the three of them, without her. She wanted to go with them, to help them, to be with him. But he had made it perfectly clear that she wasn’t wanted. She had briefly considered ignoring him, following them, but it was no way to rebuild their relationship.
That is, if it was possible to rebuild their relationship.
She didn’t know why, but she had the overwhelming feeling that once he left, it was all over for them. That once he left, he wasn’t coming back, not for her.
So she had but two options. She could go over there, be strong and forthright, beg for him to reconsider and lose whatever remaining dignity and class she had left. Or she could do nothing, just smile and be happy for him, wish him luck and let him go.
She rested her chin on the top of her knees, tears escaping her large brown eyes as they followed his form as he paced, his bare feet tickled by the grass.
