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Title: Barrier
Author:
boque
Character(s): Gregory Goyle
Prompt: draw a line in the sand
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,250
Summary: Greg loses her.
Author's Notes: Included: Lots and lots of angst. *Sorry for the mistakes - not yet Beta'd.
Written For:
7spells. Prompt table is located on the tag links 'prompts_tables'.
“Come on, Gregory,” urged his mother, ushering him into the foyer. “We’re to arrive by carriage. Your father has set another one of his idiotic wards for Apparation.”
Gregory Goyle sighed and suavely opened the door for his worrisome mother. He stood tall at six feet, his towering frame balancing out his built body. It had been five years since his last eating binge and he hoped that it would stay that way. During the last year of his schooling, his Healer had informed him of how dangerous his eating habits were - of much more dangerous it would become if he didn’t diet properly. So, he had started. He had begun playing Quidditch with Draco and Vincent when he had the chance and had cut down his meals substantially. His father was proud of him, but his mother continued to worry. She told him that he was thinning down way too much.
“Will you be all right, dear?” she asked, turning around and pinning him with her concerned eyes. She didn’t look a day over thirty, thanks to the Goyle genes.
Greg cleared his throat and forced a smile. “Of course, Mum. I’ll be fine. Shall we hurry to the carriage?”
She gave him one last look before spinning around once more and heading down the walkway. It was glorious outside - the sun was beaming brightly over them, the flowers were beginning to bloom, and a large pool of dread began to form within Greg’s heart.
It was the perfect day for a wedding - the perfect day where two people would commit to each other and live happily ever after. Greg clenched his fists as he opened the door for his mother. He could feel the cheer from the guests - even if they were still miles away.
Jumping up into the carriage and taking a seat, Greg’s hatred threatened to burst forth and consume him completely, but he controlled himself. He simply couldn’t afford to make a scene now or anytime throughout the day. This was her wedding - he would show her some respect - even if hers had never been displayed.
“Oh, I do hope Josephine wore that darling slip that she chose. You do know that Theodore forbids such clothing. Sometimes, I wonder with that boy. A slip is meant to be underneath her dress! It’s not going to show!” His mother shook her head, obviously irritated. “Circe forbid he wears that horrific tie. We all knew yellow was never his color!”
He didn’t listen to his mother - he couldn’t bring himself to. This wedding had been the talk of the Wizarding world for over three weeks and he couldn’t stand hearing another word. He had locked himself in his room for a month, ignored every owl that had tapped on his window, and refused to even think of her voice and those lips.
He shut his eyes, the pain blinding him like the hot rays of the sun. He felt his ears pound and he could feel everything living around him. Remnants of what they once had flashed through his mind and his willpower was no longer able to block it. He swallowed down the bile that rose in his throat when he remembered her face - that stunning sculpture of woman that he will never forget. She had smiled at him that first time and he had fallen. It was two years - two years of pining over each other, of caresses, butterfly kisses, sweet phrases, and sated moments in bed.
Greg breathed harshly through his nostrils and stiffened. He recalled their trips around the world, their talks of having children, and their shared laughs over Vince’s jokes. His friends had loved her - they adored her. Draco’s wife, Ginevra, had visited to see him and met with Josephine over lunch. They had been friends - until now.
Three months prior to this aching moment was when Josephine had left him. Promises unlived and hearts broken, their fight was chaotic. She had whispered that she was to leave and he had yelled, out of control. Things were thrown, curses were spat, and Josephine uttered the three words that managed to fail them both:
“I love you.”
He had left then. He had Apparated away back to his manor, back to his home, and away from her. If she loved him, he thought, why would she leave him?
And then he had heard word.
Josephine Baddock was engaged to marry Theodore Nott. Both had apparently been in cahoots with each other since they both left Hogwarts. They had been dating for two years before he finally popped the question.
Gregory remembered her logical reasoning in keeping their relationship to themselves and their close friends and family, well, his family to be exact. Her brother knew nothing about them, although Greg thought it would have been nice if he and Malcolm talked of Josephine over drinks.
His thoughts must’ve gone away with him, because he felt the carriage shift and the door open. Cracking open his eyes, he stared out the window and flinched. They had arrived while he was off thinking of the forbidden.
Sighing and mustering up his courage, he turned to face his mother, but came face-to-face with his immoral indulgence. His breath caught and he disregarded the slam of the carriage door and the galloping footsteps of the horses.
He swayed back and forth to the rhythm of the carriage’s movement and stared, in a daze, at Josephine Baddock’s smiling, yet guilty, face.
He finally discovered his voice. “What are you doing?” he hissed, eyes trailing down to find her wearing her wedding dress.
Josephine neared him. “Greg, I -”
He moved away and bellowed to the driver, “Turn around! Now!”
“No!” Josephine shrieked. “No! Stay! The cottage is close. Just drive up there,” she ordered.
The driver listened and continued to go onward.
Gregory’s temper snapped. “Why are you here?! Your wedding is to start in thirty-minutes. You have no time to talk!”
Josephine looked down, ashamed. “I’m sorry,” she croaked. “I thought that you would - that you’d -”
“That I’d take you back with open arms?” he sneered, moving as far away as the seat would let him. Her touch scalded - burned him like hell would if anyone found out about her absence.
“Gregory, please,” she whispered.
“Turn this carriage around, Josephine,” he demanded, anger flaring. “Turn it around!”
“No!” she screeched back, glaring at him. “I’m not going back there, Gregory. I don’t wish to marry Theodore! I don’t want a life with him! You should know this!”
“Know this?!” he roared. “Know this?! I haven’t spoken to you in months! What makes you think that I know this?!”
Josephine answered viciously, “You haven’t replied to any of my owls. I wrote you every day, Gregory. I wrote you for every day that we didn’t touch.”
Gregory stayed still.
“What happened to you? Where’s the old you?” she inquired, almost begging.
The carriage paused and Greg peered out the window, spotting villagers cross the dirt road. Not thinking, he hopped out of the carriage and motioned for the driver to go back to the large church, a building that seemed out of place in a small town like this. “Go back!”
Josephine made a move to jump out, but Greg pulled out his wand and muttered a spell to keep her contained. He looked up at her for the last time, drew a line in the sanded ground, a barrier between them, and mumbled, “You happened.”
Enjoy ;)
Author:
boque
Character(s): Gregory Goyle
Prompt: draw a line in the sand
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,250
Summary: Greg loses her.
Author's Notes: Included: Lots and lots of angst. *Sorry for the mistakes - not yet Beta'd.
Written For:
7spells. Prompt table is located on the tag links 'prompts_tables'.
“Come on, Gregory,” urged his mother, ushering him into the foyer. “We’re to arrive by carriage. Your father has set another one of his idiotic wards for Apparation.”
Gregory Goyle sighed and suavely opened the door for his worrisome mother. He stood tall at six feet, his towering frame balancing out his built body. It had been five years since his last eating binge and he hoped that it would stay that way. During the last year of his schooling, his Healer had informed him of how dangerous his eating habits were - of much more dangerous it would become if he didn’t diet properly. So, he had started. He had begun playing Quidditch with Draco and Vincent when he had the chance and had cut down his meals substantially. His father was proud of him, but his mother continued to worry. She told him that he was thinning down way too much.
“Will you be all right, dear?” she asked, turning around and pinning him with her concerned eyes. She didn’t look a day over thirty, thanks to the Goyle genes.
Greg cleared his throat and forced a smile. “Of course, Mum. I’ll be fine. Shall we hurry to the carriage?”
She gave him one last look before spinning around once more and heading down the walkway. It was glorious outside - the sun was beaming brightly over them, the flowers were beginning to bloom, and a large pool of dread began to form within Greg’s heart.
It was the perfect day for a wedding - the perfect day where two people would commit to each other and live happily ever after. Greg clenched his fists as he opened the door for his mother. He could feel the cheer from the guests - even if they were still miles away.
Jumping up into the carriage and taking a seat, Greg’s hatred threatened to burst forth and consume him completely, but he controlled himself. He simply couldn’t afford to make a scene now or anytime throughout the day. This was her wedding - he would show her some respect - even if hers had never been displayed.
“Oh, I do hope Josephine wore that darling slip that she chose. You do know that Theodore forbids such clothing. Sometimes, I wonder with that boy. A slip is meant to be underneath her dress! It’s not going to show!” His mother shook her head, obviously irritated. “Circe forbid he wears that horrific tie. We all knew yellow was never his color!”
He didn’t listen to his mother - he couldn’t bring himself to. This wedding had been the talk of the Wizarding world for over three weeks and he couldn’t stand hearing another word. He had locked himself in his room for a month, ignored every owl that had tapped on his window, and refused to even think of her voice and those lips.
He shut his eyes, the pain blinding him like the hot rays of the sun. He felt his ears pound and he could feel everything living around him. Remnants of what they once had flashed through his mind and his willpower was no longer able to block it. He swallowed down the bile that rose in his throat when he remembered her face - that stunning sculpture of woman that he will never forget. She had smiled at him that first time and he had fallen. It was two years - two years of pining over each other, of caresses, butterfly kisses, sweet phrases, and sated moments in bed.
Greg breathed harshly through his nostrils and stiffened. He recalled their trips around the world, their talks of having children, and their shared laughs over Vince’s jokes. His friends had loved her - they adored her. Draco’s wife, Ginevra, had visited to see him and met with Josephine over lunch. They had been friends - until now.
Three months prior to this aching moment was when Josephine had left him. Promises unlived and hearts broken, their fight was chaotic. She had whispered that she was to leave and he had yelled, out of control. Things were thrown, curses were spat, and Josephine uttered the three words that managed to fail them both:
“I love you.”
He had left then. He had Apparated away back to his manor, back to his home, and away from her. If she loved him, he thought, why would she leave him?
And then he had heard word.
Josephine Baddock was engaged to marry Theodore Nott. Both had apparently been in cahoots with each other since they both left Hogwarts. They had been dating for two years before he finally popped the question.
Gregory remembered her logical reasoning in keeping their relationship to themselves and their close friends and family, well, his family to be exact. Her brother knew nothing about them, although Greg thought it would have been nice if he and Malcolm talked of Josephine over drinks.
His thoughts must’ve gone away with him, because he felt the carriage shift and the door open. Cracking open his eyes, he stared out the window and flinched. They had arrived while he was off thinking of the forbidden.
Sighing and mustering up his courage, he turned to face his mother, but came face-to-face with his immoral indulgence. His breath caught and he disregarded the slam of the carriage door and the galloping footsteps of the horses.
He swayed back and forth to the rhythm of the carriage’s movement and stared, in a daze, at Josephine Baddock’s smiling, yet guilty, face.
He finally discovered his voice. “What are you doing?” he hissed, eyes trailing down to find her wearing her wedding dress.
Josephine neared him. “Greg, I -”
He moved away and bellowed to the driver, “Turn around! Now!”
“No!” Josephine shrieked. “No! Stay! The cottage is close. Just drive up there,” she ordered.
The driver listened and continued to go onward.
Gregory’s temper snapped. “Why are you here?! Your wedding is to start in thirty-minutes. You have no time to talk!”
Josephine looked down, ashamed. “I’m sorry,” she croaked. “I thought that you would - that you’d -”
“That I’d take you back with open arms?” he sneered, moving as far away as the seat would let him. Her touch scalded - burned him like hell would if anyone found out about her absence.
“Gregory, please,” she whispered.
“Turn this carriage around, Josephine,” he demanded, anger flaring. “Turn it around!”
“No!” she screeched back, glaring at him. “I’m not going back there, Gregory. I don’t wish to marry Theodore! I don’t want a life with him! You should know this!”
“Know this?!” he roared. “Know this?! I haven’t spoken to you in months! What makes you think that I know this?!”
Josephine answered viciously, “You haven’t replied to any of my owls. I wrote you every day, Gregory. I wrote you for every day that we didn’t touch.”
Gregory stayed still.
“What happened to you? Where’s the old you?” she inquired, almost begging.
The carriage paused and Greg peered out the window, spotting villagers cross the dirt road. Not thinking, he hopped out of the carriage and motioned for the driver to go back to the large church, a building that seemed out of place in a small town like this. “Go back!”
Josephine made a move to jump out, but Greg pulled out his wand and muttered a spell to keep her contained. He looked up at her for the last time, drew a line in the sanded ground, a barrier between them, and mumbled, “You happened.”
Enjoy ;)