Adrift
Sunday - August, 1st - TCH - 11PM
Colin had been dreading this time. He had made sure to get tuck in and story-telling duties just so he'd have an excuse not to go to bed.
But once the children were asleep, he had no reason to stay up. It wasn't like he had a lot to talk about with Zach and Susan, Harry was gone, Ron and Seamus had each other. Thus, he excused himself and went upstairs.
To their empty room.
He knew they needed to do it and, really, their happiness was worth any suffering on his part. It didn't stop him from hating it though, from hating these stupid laws that always reminded him that he would always be seen as less, as smaller, just because he didn't come from a Wizarding family.
They hadn't been gone even for a day yet and it already felt like he'd lost his sense of North, like he was either forgetting something or he was at the wrong place. He had caught himself twice already wandering around and unsure of what exactly he was looking for.
Not even Draco's class had been enough to distract him. If anything, it actually had made him miss them more. He'd found himself wanting to comment on things but they weren't there to smile or laugh with him. Just cute things and sweet things and funny things that the children did and said that made him want to talk to them.
He looked around the room and couldn't make his legs work because he didn't know where to go. Not even the knowledge that he had the evidence of their morning lovemaking still inside him made it easy to be there alone.
Looking at the big bed, remembering the way it had been transfigured to that size, it brought a small smile to his face. But it disappeared as soon as he thought about how small he would feel in it by himself. The little bundle of letters sitting in the middle of it was the one thing compelling him to go there.
With a soft sigh, he decided to go for a bath instead.
Then maybe he'd Floo to his quarters in the castle and sleep there.
Colin had been dreading this time. He had made sure to get tuck in and story-telling duties just so he'd have an excuse not to go to bed.
But once the children were asleep, he had no reason to stay up. It wasn't like he had a lot to talk about with Zach and Susan, Harry was gone, Ron and Seamus had each other. Thus, he excused himself and went upstairs.
To their empty room.
He knew they needed to do it and, really, their happiness was worth any suffering on his part. It didn't stop him from hating it though, from hating these stupid laws that always reminded him that he would always be seen as less, as smaller, just because he didn't come from a Wizarding family.
They hadn't been gone even for a day yet and it already felt like he'd lost his sense of North, like he was either forgetting something or he was at the wrong place. He had caught himself twice already wandering around and unsure of what exactly he was looking for.
Not even Draco's class had been enough to distract him. If anything, it actually had made him miss them more. He'd found himself wanting to comment on things but they weren't there to smile or laugh with him. Just cute things and sweet things and funny things that the children did and said that made him want to talk to them.
He looked around the room and couldn't make his legs work because he didn't know where to go. Not even the knowledge that he had the evidence of their morning lovemaking still inside him made it easy to be there alone.
Looking at the big bed, remembering the way it had been transfigured to that size, it brought a small smile to his face. But it disappeared as soon as he thought about how small he would feel in it by himself. The little bundle of letters sitting in the middle of it was the one thing compelling him to go there.
With a soft sigh, he decided to go for a bath instead.
Then maybe he'd Floo to his quarters in the castle and sleep there.