HP Fic: Just Friends (Millicent/Theodore, PG)
Title: Just Friends
Author: quietliban
Rating: PG (flangst)
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe and characters contained therein are property of JK Rowling and her associated publishers etc. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: 'Millicent knows it's nothing. They're just friends...'
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Millicent knows it’s nothing. They’re just friends-- friends who laugh together, friends who study together and friends who protect each other when they cry.
Millicent knows it’s nothing. She knows it.
They are just friends.
Despite of everything-- despite the lingering gazes, the not so subtle touches of possession, and the intuitive understanding. They are all meaningless, because they are simply friends.
They haven’t kissed. Not even given each other a quick peck on the cheek or the forehead.
Daphne watches them. Her blue eyes watching the closing space between them, watching as her full lips turn into a frown.
Millicent knows it’s nothing. She knows that Theodore is not over Lisa Turpin. Millicent isn’t stupid, she can see the way Theodore’s eyes still watch his ex and how he tenses when she is mentioned or when Lisa speaks in class.
They’ve held hands; once. Palm against palm, and fingers folded. Their hands just resting together before the inevitable squeeze, but the squeeze meant nothing.
He has held her too, close to him, her back against his chest with his arms wrapped around her waist as she has sighed in his warmth, in his comfort, in his just being there. He has held her tightly, with her chest against his and her neck stretched up to lean her chin on his shoulder. He has squeezed and she has closed her eyes, because she was near him, but the squeeze meant nothing.
Millicent knows it’s something. They’re just friends-- friends who laugh, friends who study together and friends who are scared of what they see in each other’s eyes.
She knows it’s something. She feels it.
They are just friends.
Despite of everything- despite the glares, the rude gestures, the frequent misunderstandings. They are all meaningless, because they are more than friends.
They have kissed now. Lips on lips, on cheeks, on foreheads, on necks-- they have kissed now.
Tracey watches them. Her brown eyes flicker with approval when the curl up together on the common room sofas.
Millicent feels it’s something. Theodore may not be completely over Lisa Turpin, but Millicent isn’t stupid. She can feel the way Theodore watches her when he thinks she won’t notice, and he smiles when she meets his eyes.
They hold hands now. Fingers entwined, and palms together, squeezing tightly. The squeezes mean something.
He holds her close, so it can barely be seen where she begins and he ends. He holds her close and Millicent feels safe. He holds her tightly, squeezing as if he is afraid he will forget the curves of her body. The squeezes mean something.
The squeezes mean that he is hers; they mean that they are more than just friends.
Author: quietliban
Rating: PG (flangst)
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe and characters contained therein are property of JK Rowling and her associated publishers etc. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: 'Millicent knows it's nothing. They're just friends...'
Feedback is adored.
Millicent knows it’s nothing. They’re just friends-- friends who laugh together, friends who study together and friends who protect each other when they cry.
Millicent knows it’s nothing. She knows it.
They are just friends.
Despite of everything-- despite the lingering gazes, the not so subtle touches of possession, and the intuitive understanding. They are all meaningless, because they are simply friends.
They haven’t kissed. Not even given each other a quick peck on the cheek or the forehead.
Daphne watches them. Her blue eyes watching the closing space between them, watching as her full lips turn into a frown.
Millicent knows it’s nothing. She knows that Theodore is not over Lisa Turpin. Millicent isn’t stupid, she can see the way Theodore’s eyes still watch his ex and how he tenses when she is mentioned or when Lisa speaks in class.
They’ve held hands; once. Palm against palm, and fingers folded. Their hands just resting together before the inevitable squeeze, but the squeeze meant nothing.
He has held her too, close to him, her back against his chest with his arms wrapped around her waist as she has sighed in his warmth, in his comfort, in his just being there. He has held her tightly, with her chest against his and her neck stretched up to lean her chin on his shoulder. He has squeezed and she has closed her eyes, because she was near him, but the squeeze meant nothing.
Millicent knows it’s something. They’re just friends-- friends who laugh, friends who study together and friends who are scared of what they see in each other’s eyes.
She knows it’s something. She feels it.
They are just friends.
Despite of everything- despite the glares, the rude gestures, the frequent misunderstandings. They are all meaningless, because they are more than friends.
They have kissed now. Lips on lips, on cheeks, on foreheads, on necks-- they have kissed now.
Tracey watches them. Her brown eyes flicker with approval when the curl up together on the common room sofas.
Millicent feels it’s something. Theodore may not be completely over Lisa Turpin, but Millicent isn’t stupid. She can feel the way Theodore watches her when he thinks she won’t notice, and he smiles when she meets his eyes.
They hold hands now. Fingers entwined, and palms together, squeezing tightly. The squeezes mean something.
He holds her close, so it can barely be seen where she begins and he ends. He holds her close and Millicent feels safe. He holds her tightly, squeezing as if he is afraid he will forget the curves of her body. The squeezes mean something.
The squeezes mean that he is hers; they mean that they are more than just friends.