and it flew from her reach
I may have mentioned that I was writing a fic. It's kind-of ludicrous and is all about Dan Radcliffe acting as though Harry is in love with Hermione for, oh, all the movies (but especially Half-Blood Prince and Deathly Hallows) and that line from Crazy Stupid Love and 'It takes a lot of confidence, I think, to end up with the woman who you always imagined yourself with' and PJ Harvey.
So, I'm doing that, right? And having a pretty good time, I don't mind saying.
Then, I was having multiple discussions re: JK saying she was thinking about killing Ron. And I sorta-accidentally word-vomited this -
If Hermione had died? Ron would have been violently, stormily upset and Harry would have helped him. Totally ignoring the fact that it felt like his insides had been taken out with a rusty spoon and sometimes, just at night, just when he's on the edge of sleep, it feels like iron bands are tightening around his chest and he can't bloody breathe.
It's weird and unsettling and he doesn't know why Ginny keeps looking at him like that, with those big, watery eyes. He's fine, you know? She's not the only one who died. A lot of other people did as well and she made it perfectly clear that everything she did was her decision ('Mine, Harry. I know you think you're being noble, but I will be with you until-') and it's just crap luck that 'until', well. It was just a bit sooner than it should have been.
Listen, it is strange, sitting at the Burrow and not having her laughing eyes across the table from him. It's a bit unsettling to keep turning to his left, like she's going to be there, when he wants to see her expression or get her opininion or or...whatever. It's just because she always was, you know? For seven years she was always there and he doesn't think it's that strange that it's ingrained in him. It's just going to take a little while, right?
Just a few more months (years) without her and he doesn't know why that thought makes those bloody iron bands come back.
Because he's fine.
Perfectly fine.
AND NOW THAT'S ALL I WANT TO DO.
There are simply not enough hours in the day.
Also, I am vaguely in love with the new Coldplay. It has been in heavy heavy rotation for the past couple of days.
So, I'm doing that, right? And having a pretty good time, I don't mind saying.
Then, I was having multiple discussions re: JK saying she was thinking about killing Ron. And I sorta-accidentally word-vomited this -
If Hermione had died? Ron would have been violently, stormily upset and Harry would have helped him. Totally ignoring the fact that it felt like his insides had been taken out with a rusty spoon and sometimes, just at night, just when he's on the edge of sleep, it feels like iron bands are tightening around his chest and he can't bloody breathe.
It's weird and unsettling and he doesn't know why Ginny keeps looking at him like that, with those big, watery eyes. He's fine, you know? She's not the only one who died. A lot of other people did as well and she made it perfectly clear that everything she did was her decision ('Mine, Harry. I know you think you're being noble, but I will be with you until-') and it's just crap luck that 'until', well. It was just a bit sooner than it should have been.
Listen, it is strange, sitting at the Burrow and not having her laughing eyes across the table from him. It's a bit unsettling to keep turning to his left, like she's going to be there, when he wants to see her expression or get her opininion or or...whatever. It's just because she always was, you know? For seven years she was always there and he doesn't think it's that strange that it's ingrained in him. It's just going to take a little while, right?
Just a few more months (years) without her and he doesn't know why that thought makes those bloody iron bands come back.
Because he's fine.
Perfectly fine.
AND NOW THAT'S ALL I WANT TO DO.
There are simply not enough hours in the day.
Also, I am vaguely in love with the new Coldplay. It has been in heavy heavy rotation for the past couple of days.