30_Kisses #14
Title: Static
Author: pollicem
Pairing: Tom/Harry
Rating PG-13
Fandom: Harry Potter
Theme: #14 - Radio-cassette player
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Static
White noise. Like a radio tuned to abominable nothing, and Harry was hearing it everywhere. On the Quidditch Pitch, in Transfigurations, in the Great Hall. While he washed, laughed, came.
Pomfrey had seen nothing amiss, had told him it would go away naturally with time. Hermione said it was highly unusual, that it was related to about six rare potion ingredients Harry’d never heard of and certainly couldn’t remember, and told him to get some sleep, because stress was also a potential factor. He was sure it was static and not ringing?
No, Hermione, it’s not ringing, it’s static.
Is it You-Know-Who?
Harry didn’t know. He just knew that there was static everywhere. A constant, low-level noise, always.
Except in his dreams. Some of them, that is. The ones where he shrieked at Tom, and beat him, and cursed him dead, and the ones where he finally got tired of that and he just sat, irritably, feeling heavy eyes watching, and the ones after where they cuddled and kissed and, eventually, fucked.
Tom, I’m going crazy, Tom.
A question in the way his neck was nuzzled.
Sound, always fucking sound, except when I’m with you.
A slow swipe of tongue that said stay here forever.
Sigh. Acquiescence.
And the static stopped.
Author: pollicem
Pairing: Tom/Harry
Rating PG-13
Fandom: Harry Potter
Theme: #14 - Radio-cassette player
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Static
White noise. Like a radio tuned to abominable nothing, and Harry was hearing it everywhere. On the Quidditch Pitch, in Transfigurations, in the Great Hall. While he washed, laughed, came.
Pomfrey had seen nothing amiss, had told him it would go away naturally with time. Hermione said it was highly unusual, that it was related to about six rare potion ingredients Harry’d never heard of and certainly couldn’t remember, and told him to get some sleep, because stress was also a potential factor. He was sure it was static and not ringing?
No, Hermione, it’s not ringing, it’s static.
Is it You-Know-Who?
Harry didn’t know. He just knew that there was static everywhere. A constant, low-level noise, always.
Except in his dreams. Some of them, that is. The ones where he shrieked at Tom, and beat him, and cursed him dead, and the ones where he finally got tired of that and he just sat, irritably, feeling heavy eyes watching, and the ones after where they cuddled and kissed and, eventually, fucked.
Tom, I’m going crazy, Tom.
A question in the way his neck was nuzzled.
Sound, always fucking sound, except when I’m with you.
A slow swipe of tongue that said stay here forever.
Sigh. Acquiescence.
And the static stopped.