Cold: HHr // Harry Potter
Title: Cold
Author: Strawberry'd
Rating: G
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry x Hermione
Summary: Harry's out jogging and he thinks of Hermione.
Notes: This was for kaorien. She wanted a Harry x Hermione :3 It was written a while ago, and it's not that.. good. Also, it's not really a pairing I really like, so that affects it too.
Harry woke up with a start. It had been happening for a while now; he would go to bed around 11 and wake up early in the morning. He flung off the covers and tugged on some sweat pants. After he got up, it was hard to go back to bed. Harry didn't know what to do with all of his restless energy, so he decided to go outside. Maybe jog a little.
Exchanging his slippers (fuzzy blue kinds) for some more suitable sneakers, Harry was all ready. He opened the portrait hole and slipped outside. It was mid-May and still a little chilly in the morning. Harry stamped his feet to lose some of the shivers. He stretched for a bit and started to run around the lake.
Absentminedly, Harry watched the lake he circled. His thoughts drifted across his mind like the giant squid's tentacle across the still water, making slight ripples on top of the glass-like surface. Faces flashed through his mind's eye as recent events unfolded deep within his consiousness.
One face stood out more than the others. It was female, kind eyes, a slight smile, brown hair framing the angular face.. a wand held in one hand, and a textbook in the other. He knew that face. He knew that smile, that hair, that textbook.
They walked many staircases together, endured many classes together, finished many an essay together. Day after day, it continued into something like a routine. It was the same thing over and over again and yet, it was never boring. Something about her, about the way they could just talk about anything.
As Harry ran, his feet pounded a pattern on the ground. Left, right, left, right. The rhythm was not unlike the steady heartbeat that resounded in Harry's ears.
The steady heartbeat that always seemed to grow faster around a certain female. The steady heartbeat that boomed loudly in his ears. The steady heartbeat that Harry was always so afraid would betray him and shatter the close friendship they had.
Steady? Who said it was steady? Harry scoffed. More like a ba-bum, ba-bum. Ba-BUM, ba-BUM, ba-BUM, BA-BUM, BA-BUM, BA-BUM, and so on.
As he became more aware of what he was thinking, of what he was doing, Harry slowed down. He came to a complete stop and raked a hand through his wind swept hair. His eyes refocused again and Harry became more aware of the cold seeping into his body.
There was only one solution. Harry threw caution to the winds and closed his eyes. Immediately, images came flooding to him, sounds and sights filled his senses. Laughter, beautiful, rich laughter he had caused.
As her face gradually became clearer, a smile formed on Harry's cold, pale face. The sight of her made Harry deliriously happy.
The more Harry was aware of the cold, the more aware he was of her presense near him. The more aware he was of her presense... the more warmth filled him, until he could no longer feel the cold.
Author: Strawberry'd
Rating: G
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry x Hermione
Summary: Harry's out jogging and he thinks of Hermione.
Notes: This was for kaorien. She wanted a Harry x Hermione :3 It was written a while ago, and it's not that.. good. Also, it's not really a pairing I really like, so that affects it too.
Harry woke up with a start. It had been happening for a while now; he would go to bed around 11 and wake up early in the morning. He flung off the covers and tugged on some sweat pants. After he got up, it was hard to go back to bed. Harry didn't know what to do with all of his restless energy, so he decided to go outside. Maybe jog a little.
Exchanging his slippers (fuzzy blue kinds) for some more suitable sneakers, Harry was all ready. He opened the portrait hole and slipped outside. It was mid-May and still a little chilly in the morning. Harry stamped his feet to lose some of the shivers. He stretched for a bit and started to run around the lake.
Absentminedly, Harry watched the lake he circled. His thoughts drifted across his mind like the giant squid's tentacle across the still water, making slight ripples on top of the glass-like surface. Faces flashed through his mind's eye as recent events unfolded deep within his consiousness.
One face stood out more than the others. It was female, kind eyes, a slight smile, brown hair framing the angular face.. a wand held in one hand, and a textbook in the other. He knew that face. He knew that smile, that hair, that textbook.
They walked many staircases together, endured many classes together, finished many an essay together. Day after day, it continued into something like a routine. It was the same thing over and over again and yet, it was never boring. Something about her, about the way they could just talk about anything.
As Harry ran, his feet pounded a pattern on the ground. Left, right, left, right. The rhythm was not unlike the steady heartbeat that resounded in Harry's ears.
The steady heartbeat that always seemed to grow faster around a certain female. The steady heartbeat that boomed loudly in his ears. The steady heartbeat that Harry was always so afraid would betray him and shatter the close friendship they had.
Steady? Who said it was steady? Harry scoffed. More like a ba-bum, ba-bum. Ba-BUM, ba-BUM, ba-BUM, BA-BUM, BA-BUM, BA-BUM, and so on.
As he became more aware of what he was thinking, of what he was doing, Harry slowed down. He came to a complete stop and raked a hand through his wind swept hair. His eyes refocused again and Harry became more aware of the cold seeping into his body.
There was only one solution. Harry threw caution to the winds and closed his eyes. Immediately, images came flooding to him, sounds and sights filled his senses. Laughter, beautiful, rich laughter he had caused.
As her face gradually became clearer, a smile formed on Harry's cold, pale face. The sight of her made Harry deliriously happy.
The more Harry was aware of the cold, the more aware he was of her presense near him. The more aware he was of her presense... the more warmth filled him, until he could no longer feel the cold.