Fic: look where we are now
Title: look where we are now
Fandom: Harry Potter.
Pairing/Characters: Harry/Hermione.
Rating: PG
Words: 500.
Summary: He always finds his way back to her.
Notes: Written for snugduff a million years ago.
Harry likes the park at this time of day; it’s not quite dusk, not quite anything. The last rays of summer sunlight too lazy, too selfish to fade away and give the stars their turn to shine. The heat of the day lingers, heavy and thick, even the cool on the wind could too much to scatter it. But he can breathe here, the quite calm sinking deep in his bones.
She comes up beside him on the bench. Leg brushing leg, arm to arm, joined at the hip, and the skirt of her sundress rustles as she relaxes on the creaky wood. He doesn’t even have to glance to know who it is, her face conjuring in his mind like a picture, moving and morphing with magic, fluttering across the years and settling on both youth and age.
Her hair is lighter in the summer, long now like before; he remembers when she cut it short a few years back, curls springy and twisted framing her smiling face. Her skin grows darker with a golden tinge, the barest hint of freckles dust the bridge of her nose; he’s seen her go as white as fresh fallen snow and her mouth dropped in horror.
“The search party’s been sent out,” she says, finding his hand with hers, interlocking their fingers. He feels how they fit, like the teeth on a zipper. “You shouldn’t wander like this…”
“What are you doing here, Hermione?” he asks, finally glancing her way, catching her gazes with his own. The brown of her eyes has always reminded him of chocolate and warmth. “You live on the other side of town.”
“Harry,” she says, and she laughs, shaking her head and her hair falls off her shoulders. “This is the other side of town.”
“Oh,” he says, letting his eyes fall away from hers, looking out again across the green of the park. In moments like this, he misses Hogwarts. He misses the nearness, the feeling of everything tucked in safe behind the stone walls of the castle that was the first home he ever knew.
“We should go,” she says, without an urgency in her tone. “I won’t tell them I found you here again.”
He doesn’t really ignore her, but he ignores her words. “This is nice,” he whispers, almost inaudible, twining his pinky around hers, thumb brushing her thumb.
“I guess…” she says, and he can see her worrying her bottom lip between her teeth in his mind’s eye, he almost chuckles. “We can stay, a little while longer.”
Fandom: Harry Potter.
Pairing/Characters: Harry/Hermione.
Rating: PG
Words: 500.
Summary: He always finds his way back to her.
Notes: Written for snugduff a million years ago.
Harry likes the park at this time of day; it’s not quite dusk, not quite anything. The last rays of summer sunlight too lazy, too selfish to fade away and give the stars their turn to shine. The heat of the day lingers, heavy and thick, even the cool on the wind could too much to scatter it. But he can breathe here, the quite calm sinking deep in his bones.
She comes up beside him on the bench. Leg brushing leg, arm to arm, joined at the hip, and the skirt of her sundress rustles as she relaxes on the creaky wood. He doesn’t even have to glance to know who it is, her face conjuring in his mind like a picture, moving and morphing with magic, fluttering across the years and settling on both youth and age.
Her hair is lighter in the summer, long now like before; he remembers when she cut it short a few years back, curls springy and twisted framing her smiling face. Her skin grows darker with a golden tinge, the barest hint of freckles dust the bridge of her nose; he’s seen her go as white as fresh fallen snow and her mouth dropped in horror.
“The search party’s been sent out,” she says, finding his hand with hers, interlocking their fingers. He feels how they fit, like the teeth on a zipper. “You shouldn’t wander like this…”
“What are you doing here, Hermione?” he asks, finally glancing her way, catching her gazes with his own. The brown of her eyes has always reminded him of chocolate and warmth. “You live on the other side of town.”
“Harry,” she says, and she laughs, shaking her head and her hair falls off her shoulders. “This is the other side of town.”
“Oh,” he says, letting his eyes fall away from hers, looking out again across the green of the park. In moments like this, he misses Hogwarts. He misses the nearness, the feeling of everything tucked in safe behind the stone walls of the castle that was the first home he ever knew.
“We should go,” she says, without an urgency in her tone. “I won’t tell them I found you here again.”
He doesn’t really ignore her, but he ignores her words. “This is nice,” he whispers, almost inaudible, twining his pinky around hers, thumb brushing her thumb.
“I guess…” she says, and he can see her worrying her bottom lip between her teeth in his mind’s eye, he almost chuckles. “We can stay, a little while longer.”