This is my first Post-DH story. It's sort of a response to several things other people have said.
Genre: Fluff
Rating: PG-13.
Setting: Post-DH.
Length: About 1,770 words.
Warnings: Very mild sexuality; unbeta’d; DH spoilers.
Dedication: This story is for David, Dave, Brad and Ros, for reasons each of them can figure out.
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I won't argue the point; I do see where you are coming from. The only thing I'd note is that JKR hasn't the benefit of your experience in this area.
The funerals weren't there gratiutously -- I was trying to get across that the mood and the time weren't right for the kind of physical, joyful expression they'd otherwise want to engage in.
"Chipper?" I'm going to have it tattoo'd on my chest, next to the Horntail. The longer I thought about it, the more it seemed to me that having the luxury of being patient must seem like a tremendous gift to both of them, that it'd make them really happy.
Andromeda, unless my calculations are way off, is no more than 47 (my age) when Tonks dies, and might be several years younger. I think she's up to it. (Antoshevu just posted a beautiful little LJ story that takes place at Remus & Tonks's funeral, and includes a dialogue between Andromeda and Harry similar to the one I mention here -- but he goes into a more detail and pulls it off better. I recommend it.)
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Having said that though...
I LOVED this story. So good for you to emphasize what friends they are. That holding hands without thinking of it is too natural for words. That holding each other up, listening to each other and not closing themselves off with the people that need them. Sometimes more then two people need each other. I could not even begin to imagin what George would be going through. One half of him gone in an instant. One face missing suddenly in a family that was so close.
What happen after the war, was Harry finding a family and finding love with a partner. One does not take presidence over the other. They found time. What I thought touching, was that you thought of it.
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Andromeda had looked shattered and cried, “He’s all I have left!”
Of course that's why Teddy didn't live with Harry. A lot of readers forgot that when they were complaining about the epilogue.
This was a calm, warm, pleasant desire that spread through his whole body; it was friendly and full of mirth and delight. He actually started to laugh, and he knew she could feel the vibrations of it on her own mouth.
I love how you took time for this kiss. And how it wasn't so much about desire, but happiness.
“ ‘Two hundred to adore each breast,’ ” said Ginny.
“What?” asked Harry, exercising all his will to prevent his gaze from drifting where she seemed to be directing it.
LOL - The perfect response to that statement by Ginny's!
Harry and Ginny are the kind of spiritual people who are likely to want to mark the “last step” ( ... )
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*Groans* People complaining about the Epilogue. Honestly, I think people ought to restrict themselves from commenting on a new book until they've had a few days to think about it... ("You're one to talk, Ken...")
It's hard slippery difficult to write a teenage love scene where sexual desire isn't the main thing going on. I worried that I rewrote H & G to suit my own purposes, but in light of that quotation we both like I don't really think I did. The other tricky part was showing that they weren't exercising self-control so much as enjoying the anticipation.
I love your commentary on the last scene and the Epilogue and I agree with it entirely. I'm so glad you liked the story.
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And as old marrieds maybe we're just more familiar with that quiet, happy kind of love you're talking about here. The burning need and passion Harry muses about in your story is certainly a part of love, but this type of happiness is reflected in a love that is enduring. Very, very nice!
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