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Once upon a time for a Valentine's Day drabble I embarked upon Cormac/Lavender. It turned out remarkably well, for me, and I was inordinately proud of it. Unfortunately, it was lost in the Great Board Swipe, so I have attempted to recreate it. It is not nearly as good as the first one, but the essence is almost sort of there. So yeah.
Cormac could remember the first time he saw her, really looked at her. He’d been coming to tell Potter some more of his Quidditch plays when suddenly he’d disappeared and the only person around was a girl who was clearly exasperated.
“Where’s Potter?” he asked her, bewildered.
“How should I know?” she retorted, her brow creasing as she turned away. Cormac watched with approval the swing of her hair (and certain other swinging aspects of her appearance) as she walked away.
Cormac thought about it for a while, having dedicated the time between writing up plays for the team and lifting weights to contemplation of whatever subjects caught his mind - usually involving Quidditch anyway, but this time involving this girl. He remembered seeing her around Gryffindor common room...her name was coming to him...Lavender Brown.
And as soon as he had the name, he had an image of her entwined in the same armchair as that interloper Keeper, Weasley. Cormac scowled. That should have been [i]his[/i] place, [i]his[/i] position, [i]his[/i] girl.
The next time he saw her, her eyes were red from crying and she wouldn’t look in Weasley’s direction - which Cormac took as very good news. However, he wasn’t such a prat as to pick up a girl on the rebound, simply contented himself with looking.
She was very attractive, with her full lips and small, straight nose, and her big blue eyes, their color and beauty unmarred by the tears she’d shed. She happened to glance up at him briefly, but he was too caught off guard by her glance to start to smile before she looked back down at her breakfast, sniffing pitifully.
Cormac started saying hello to her when he saw her in the hall - and was guilty of going out of his way to make sure he saw her. They’d even begun to flirt, just a little bit, when the unthinkable happened - Dumbledore was killed.
When she turned to him, eyes filled with tears and lips trembling as if to break, something changed in his heart. She needed comfort, and he was going to be the one to give it to her. What had started as a shallow attraction changed to a deep caring for her. He was going to do everything he could to make her smile.
Two years later, he found himself on her doorstep, an enormous bouquet of carnations, roses, and, of course, lavender. His effort was rewarded when, as the door opened, he caught a glimpse of a huge smile before he was tackled.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart,” he murmured before Lavender’s mouth covered his and all opportunity for verbal communication was lost.
Cormac could remember the first time he saw her, really looked at her. He’d been coming to tell Potter some more of his Quidditch plays when suddenly he’d disappeared and the only person around was a girl who was clearly exasperated.
“Where’s Potter?” he asked her, bewildered.
“How should I know?” she retorted, her brow creasing as she turned away. Cormac watched with approval the swing of her hair (and certain other swinging aspects of her appearance) as she walked away.
Cormac thought about it for a while, having dedicated the time between writing up plays for the team and lifting weights to contemplation of whatever subjects caught his mind - usually involving Quidditch anyway, but this time involving this girl. He remembered seeing her around Gryffindor common room...her name was coming to him...Lavender Brown.
And as soon as he had the name, he had an image of her entwined in the same armchair as that interloper Keeper, Weasley. Cormac scowled. That should have been [i]his[/i] place, [i]his[/i] position, [i]his[/i] girl.
The next time he saw her, her eyes were red from crying and she wouldn’t look in Weasley’s direction - which Cormac took as very good news. However, he wasn’t such a prat as to pick up a girl on the rebound, simply contented himself with looking.
She was very attractive, with her full lips and small, straight nose, and her big blue eyes, their color and beauty unmarred by the tears she’d shed. She happened to glance up at him briefly, but he was too caught off guard by her glance to start to smile before she looked back down at her breakfast, sniffing pitifully.
Cormac started saying hello to her when he saw her in the hall - and was guilty of going out of his way to make sure he saw her. They’d even begun to flirt, just a little bit, when the unthinkable happened - Dumbledore was killed.
When she turned to him, eyes filled with tears and lips trembling as if to break, something changed in his heart. She needed comfort, and he was going to be the one to give it to her. What had started as a shallow attraction changed to a deep caring for her. He was going to do everything he could to make her smile.
Two years later, he found himself on her doorstep, an enormous bouquet of carnations, roses, and, of course, lavender. His effort was rewarded when, as the door opened, he caught a glimpse of a huge smile before he was tackled.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart,” he murmured before Lavender’s mouth covered his and all opportunity for verbal communication was lost.