Chocolate from Dreamland - Valentine's Challenge Prompt 2
Title: Chocolate from Dreamland
Author: leopion
Rating: PG -13
Word Count: 648
Notes/Warnings: (What could have been) sexy time interrupted (because I just love being an absolute killjoy) and an apparent violation of the exceptions to Gamp’s Law of Elemental Transfiguration.
Written for prompt 2: chocolate/sexy/Daydream charm
She was being difficult. Then again, he had never expected anything less.
After all, his initial attempt had ended up with her sitting at her desk, her eyes glued to some sort of report the entire time. She’d barely been there, let alone acknowledged his presence across the room. He’d kept trying, however. As a reward, he’d almost jumped with joy the first time she’d looked up and raised an eyebrow at him. After that day, there’d always been those little things indicating that she’d noticed him. Before long, they’d started trading barbs. Then they’d flirted. And he knew he was falling, all over again.
Today, though, she didn’t respond to his greeting. He’d known beforehand that sometimes there could be a setback, and he was willing to start over. But his heart still ached because it was St Valentine’s Day. He had made sure that the dates coincided.
He appeared with a box of Belgian chocolate in his hands, as clichéd as it may seem. There were only the two of them in the office as usual. Now and again, he wondered why she hadn’t noticed and asked him about it, but perhaps they had yet to reach that point. He needed to be more patient.
He approached her desk and placed the gift awkwardly on one corner.
‘For you,’ he said softly, his eyes focusing on her face. Even then she did not look up. So, he stood there and waited. He knew better than pushing too far and destroying all the progress they had made.
When he finally sighed and turned towards his own desk, her voice made him stop in his tracks.
‘You’re giving up.’ The accusation in her tone, however light, tore at his heart.
‘I would never,’ he replied, wheeling around to face her.
A smile slowly lit up her features-the sly smile that he’d missed so much. ‘Come here then.’
He smirked in return, feeling bits of the old him coming back.
Within a heartbeat, her loose bun turned into silky waves of dark curls, chasing one after another to eventually reach her shoulders. Her hand followed. Slender fingers lightly brushed the side of her cheek, the soft skin on her neck, and then finished their flourish at her shirt collar, allowing him the tiniest glimpse of heavens.
‘Only you can manage to look ravishing in those hideous work clothes,’ he mused aloud.
‘That does get a little bit old, don’t you think?’
His heart skipped a beat. He had never told her that. Not in here.
She reached for the box of chocolate, effectively claiming his attention again. The way she devoured the piece of confectionery made him want to kiss her right then and there.
And he did.
It was-in a sense-their first kiss, yet his skin was already on fire.
‘Delectable,’ he murmured into her mouth.
‘Liar,’ she whispered back. ‘It’s your least favourite flavour.’
He knew she did it on purpose. He knew she would hide his favourite and make him wait until the very end. He didn’t care. All he needed was her.
‘Not the choc-’
It felt as though someone had dumped cold water onto his head. Time was up.
Still, he smiled-the first real smile in months. This had been the most interaction they’d got ever since he’d approached George Weasley for the modified version of the Daydream Charms. One day, the connection between them would grow strong enough for him to pull her out of the abyss of her subconscious-back to reality.
He opened his eyes and looked down at their entwined hands on the side of the hospital bed, surprised at the tiny object stuck between them. A piece of chocolate. Could it be her accidental magic?
He could only convince himself once the last of the chocolate melted in his mouth.
Manon Noir. His very favourite.
Author: leopion
Rating: PG -13
Word Count: 648
Notes/Warnings: (What could have been) sexy time interrupted (because I just love being an absolute killjoy) and an apparent violation of the exceptions to Gamp’s Law of Elemental Transfiguration.
Written for prompt 2: chocolate/sexy/Daydream charm
She was being difficult. Then again, he had never expected anything less.
After all, his initial attempt had ended up with her sitting at her desk, her eyes glued to some sort of report the entire time. She’d barely been there, let alone acknowledged his presence across the room. He’d kept trying, however. As a reward, he’d almost jumped with joy the first time she’d looked up and raised an eyebrow at him. After that day, there’d always been those little things indicating that she’d noticed him. Before long, they’d started trading barbs. Then they’d flirted. And he knew he was falling, all over again.
Today, though, she didn’t respond to his greeting. He’d known beforehand that sometimes there could be a setback, and he was willing to start over. But his heart still ached because it was St Valentine’s Day. He had made sure that the dates coincided.
He appeared with a box of Belgian chocolate in his hands, as clichéd as it may seem. There were only the two of them in the office as usual. Now and again, he wondered why she hadn’t noticed and asked him about it, but perhaps they had yet to reach that point. He needed to be more patient.
He approached her desk and placed the gift awkwardly on one corner.
‘For you,’ he said softly, his eyes focusing on her face. Even then she did not look up. So, he stood there and waited. He knew better than pushing too far and destroying all the progress they had made.
When he finally sighed and turned towards his own desk, her voice made him stop in his tracks.
‘You’re giving up.’ The accusation in her tone, however light, tore at his heart.
‘I would never,’ he replied, wheeling around to face her.
A smile slowly lit up her features-the sly smile that he’d missed so much. ‘Come here then.’
He smirked in return, feeling bits of the old him coming back.
Within a heartbeat, her loose bun turned into silky waves of dark curls, chasing one after another to eventually reach her shoulders. Her hand followed. Slender fingers lightly brushed the side of her cheek, the soft skin on her neck, and then finished their flourish at her shirt collar, allowing him the tiniest glimpse of heavens.
‘Only you can manage to look ravishing in those hideous work clothes,’ he mused aloud.
‘That does get a little bit old, don’t you think?’
His heart skipped a beat. He had never told her that. Not in here.
She reached for the box of chocolate, effectively claiming his attention again. The way she devoured the piece of confectionery made him want to kiss her right then and there.
And he did.
It was-in a sense-their first kiss, yet his skin was already on fire.
‘Delectable,’ he murmured into her mouth.
‘Liar,’ she whispered back. ‘It’s your least favourite flavour.’
He knew she did it on purpose. He knew she would hide his favourite and make him wait until the very end. He didn’t care. All he needed was her.
‘Not the choc-’
It felt as though someone had dumped cold water onto his head. Time was up.
Still, he smiled-the first real smile in months. This had been the most interaction they’d got ever since he’d approached George Weasley for the modified version of the Daydream Charms. One day, the connection between them would grow strong enough for him to pull her out of the abyss of her subconscious-back to reality.
He opened his eyes and looked down at their entwined hands on the side of the hospital bed, surprised at the tiny object stuck between them. A piece of chocolate. Could it be her accidental magic?
He could only convince himself once the last of the chocolate melted in his mouth.
Manon Noir. His very favourite.