That they are! It was worse when he was trying to stay upright and doing things ... hobbling and moaning. At least I've gotten him flat and plugged into the tube with a stack of DVDs! Whew!
There's nothing like coupling anywhere within a yard of this fic! Please don't be worried about it. I'm actually having a blast writing it.
And just because you've been so wonderful about it, I'll feed you the opening paragraphs to see what you think.
The Weasleys' home had never been as resplendent as the night Fleur Delacour claimed their eldest son for her husband. Skeptics among the guests had their concerns obliterated by the bride’s incandescent joy.
The festivities were long and merry, and Hermione Granger, guest and family friend, waited at the reception just long enough to determine that Ron Weasley was not going to ask her to dance before she made her escape. She had seen the gobsmacked look on his face when a teenaged Gabrielle Delacour, Fleur’s younger sister, had arrived at the Burrow. Once before Hermione had seen him flaunt a relationship in her face, and she wasn’t about to endure it again.
Chatting with other guests, Hermione maneuvered through the crowd, making sure to speak with Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood before quietly slipping out through the enormous marquee’s entrance.
“Leaving?”
She should have known. “I’m tired, Harry,” she replied. “Tomorrow’s a full day.”
There's nothing like coupling anywhere within a yard of this fic! Please don't be worried about it. I'm actually having a blast writing it.
And just because you've been so wonderful about it, I'll feed you the opening paragraphs to see what you think.
The Weasleys' home had never been as resplendent as the night Fleur Delacour claimed their eldest son for her husband. Skeptics among the guests had their concerns obliterated by the bride’s incandescent joy.
The festivities were long and merry, and Hermione Granger, guest and family friend, waited at the reception just long enough to determine that Ron Weasley was not going to ask her to dance before she made her escape. She had seen the gobsmacked look on his face when a teenaged Gabrielle Delacour, Fleur’s younger sister, had arrived at the Burrow. Once before Hermione had seen him flaunt a relationship in her face, and she wasn’t about to endure it again.
Chatting with other guests, Hermione maneuvered through the crowd, making sure to speak with Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood before quietly slipping out through the enormous marquee’s entrance.
“Leaving?”
She should have known. “I’m tired, Harry,” she replied. “Tomorrow’s a full day.”
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Oh! I am in love with it already! I particularly like Hermione half-heartedly giving Ron his final chance. Oh - and that Fleur is happy.
*twirls you*
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Thank you, thank you.
Now I have to go write a battle sequence. ::grins::
I really enjoy writing battle sequences for some odd reason. All those samurai films perhaps.
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How many words over are you now?
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Well, I'm over drabble length by about 4,200 words. ::hides::
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