Drabble: That Certain Glow
Title: That Certain Glow
Author: Ozma
Pairing: R/Hr
Rating: R
Word Count: 260
Hermione has been told, over and over again, that expectant mothers have 'that certain glow' about them. Frankly, she doesn’t see it. She sees bags under her eyes from a lack of sleep and suspects that the baby, like any other parasite, is sucking all the vitality from her.
Not that she minds, really. From the moment she learned she was pregnant, she would gladly have given everything she had to keep the precious fragile life within her safe.
She says that Ron is the one who is glowing, but then again, to her, he always had a vivid brilliance that was unique to him. And now, he seems like a young boy bouncing around on Christmas morning; his eyes filled with excitement, and his body crackling with energy. He’s always touching her; as though reassuring himself that it is not a dream.
What she doesn’t realize is that to him, she has never been more beautiful. He’s tried to tell her, but she doesn’t always hear him. So he shows her, paying homage to her with his body. He lavishes attention on her suddenly heavy breasts, now larger than even his large hands can span, and more sensitive than ever. He kisses her rounded belly, hoping to be rewarded with movement from child within. He gazes at her in awe and wonder as she moves above him, with the world’s strongest magic seeping through her pores, crackling in her hair, lighting a fire in her eyes. She’s beautiful and powerful and she’s radiant with life. And she’s all his.
Author: Ozma
Pairing: R/Hr
Rating: R
Word Count: 260
Hermione has been told, over and over again, that expectant mothers have 'that certain glow' about them. Frankly, she doesn’t see it. She sees bags under her eyes from a lack of sleep and suspects that the baby, like any other parasite, is sucking all the vitality from her.
Not that she minds, really. From the moment she learned she was pregnant, she would gladly have given everything she had to keep the precious fragile life within her safe.
She says that Ron is the one who is glowing, but then again, to her, he always had a vivid brilliance that was unique to him. And now, he seems like a young boy bouncing around on Christmas morning; his eyes filled with excitement, and his body crackling with energy. He’s always touching her; as though reassuring himself that it is not a dream.
What she doesn’t realize is that to him, she has never been more beautiful. He’s tried to tell her, but she doesn’t always hear him. So he shows her, paying homage to her with his body. He lavishes attention on her suddenly heavy breasts, now larger than even his large hands can span, and more sensitive than ever. He kisses her rounded belly, hoping to be rewarded with movement from child within. He gazes at her in awe and wonder as she moves above him, with the world’s strongest magic seeping through her pores, crackling in her hair, lighting a fire in her eyes. She’s beautiful and powerful and she’s radiant with life. And she’s all his.