Never Alone
Title: Never Alone
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 815
Characters: Hannah Abbott, Vincent Crabbe
Summary: Hannah had no idea what tomorrow would bring, or the day after that, but she did know she did not want her last kiss to be an afterthought
Notes: Prompt Table here.
Originally Posted: rarepair_shorts
13 September 1996
Vincent knew, he knew, the moment McGonagall had pulled Hannah out of Herbology that something had to be wrong. He was closest to the door of the classroom and even though it was closed, he could hear her choked cry. As soon as Sprout's back was turned, he was up and out of his chair. He knew Potter and Potter's Weasel were giving him strange looks when he left, but he let them. Who gave a shite about what they thought, anyhow?
Hannah was still in the corridor when he found her. Shriveled old cat must have just left her there, bitch. Silently, he went to her, arms wrapping around her smaller frame, pulling her against his chest.
She didn't see him leave the classroom, too wrapped up in her own thoughts, but as he moved closer she became aware, lifting her head just in time to see him pull her into a hug. Hannah collapsed against his solid, his ever present, frame. Her mother was gone, murdered while shopping in Diagon Alley. Her uncle wanted her home immediately. Never before had she felt so alone.
Tilting her head up, Hannah tried to blink through the tears. "I'm all alone." Her brother was off with their cousins, sent away from England by their uncle. Her father dead before she really ever got to know him, killed and buried half a world away. And now her mother.
"No." He tucked a few strands of blonde hair behind her ear. "Never alone. You've got me."
"For how long?" she retorted. Their world was changing everyday, without warning, like sand slipping through their fingers. They never knew who next would be listed in the Daily Prophet among the dead or missing. "Don't make promises you can't keep, Vincent."
"I'm trying my best, alright?" he snapped, returning anger with anger, before sighing. She was striking out, upset. He shouldn't so anything to feed her anger. "It's complicated."
Hannah could not think of a time when things had not been complicated, when she did not have to think about rules and how one action affected twenty-three million others. Rather than answer, she went to hug him again, holding onto him like he was her rock in the swirling sea of emotions.
Unsure of what he was supposed to do with his hands exactly, Vincent began to pet her hair, fingers tangling slightly in the long strands. She smelled like candied applies, which made his stomach rumble slightly. He had been late to breakfast and lunch was still a long way off. The Slytherin remained quiet however, pretty sure Hannah would not much care for his thought process.
After a moment or two, the Hufflepuff pulled away slightly. "Vince, I have a favor to ask. Feel free to say no though."
Well that was never a good way to start the conversation. I have a favor. Feel free to say no. If he did say no, then he would look like a git. "Yeah?"
"Kiss me? Please?" They had traded kisses once or twice over the course of the last six months. Always stolen, fleeting, as if they were afraid to be caught in the shadows. Hannah had no idea what tomorrow would bring, or the day after that, but she did know she did not want her last kiss to be an afterthought.
There was nobody around to see them, but the thought never even entered his mind as Vincent leaned down and pressed his lips against hers. One kiss turned into two as they forgot where they were for the moment as a Qudditch-calloused crept under her jumper, pressing against her warm body through the thin blouse. He could feel her hands travel up his chest, fisting in the fabric of his own jumper, pulling him against her body. They were hanging onto one another, unable, unwilling to let go.
The bell rang and the pair sprang apart as people began to spill out of the Herbology classroom. Straightening their clothes, Hannah refrained from looking at her Slytherin, afraid that any tell-tale blush would give their actions away.
"Alright, Han?" Ernie was already moving towards his friend. The dark haired Hufflepuff gave Vincent a dirty look as he wrapped an arm around the girl's shoulders. "Come on, Justin and Susan will want to know what happened."
He resisted the urge to glare daggers into the Hufflepuff pillock's back. Hannah was his first. His in ways Macmillan could only begin to dream of.
"Everything okay, Crabbe?" Draco came to stand beside Vincent. "What was that all about?"
"It was nothing." The taller boy shrugged, his face customarily blank. "Macmillan was being his," pompous, "git-y self. Lunch's soon. Let's go. I'm hungry."
The blonde looked up at the taller boy, a curious look on his face before shaking his head when food was mentioned. Typical Crabbe. Always thinking with his stomach.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 815
Characters: Hannah Abbott, Vincent Crabbe
Summary: Hannah had no idea what tomorrow would bring, or the day after that, but she did know she did not want her last kiss to be an afterthought
Notes: Prompt Table here.
Originally Posted: rarepair_shorts
13 September 1996
Vincent knew, he knew, the moment McGonagall had pulled Hannah out of Herbology that something had to be wrong. He was closest to the door of the classroom and even though it was closed, he could hear her choked cry. As soon as Sprout's back was turned, he was up and out of his chair. He knew Potter and Potter's Weasel were giving him strange looks when he left, but he let them. Who gave a shite about what they thought, anyhow?
Hannah was still in the corridor when he found her. Shriveled old cat must have just left her there, bitch. Silently, he went to her, arms wrapping around her smaller frame, pulling her against his chest.
She didn't see him leave the classroom, too wrapped up in her own thoughts, but as he moved closer she became aware, lifting her head just in time to see him pull her into a hug. Hannah collapsed against his solid, his ever present, frame. Her mother was gone, murdered while shopping in Diagon Alley. Her uncle wanted her home immediately. Never before had she felt so alone.
Tilting her head up, Hannah tried to blink through the tears. "I'm all alone." Her brother was off with their cousins, sent away from England by their uncle. Her father dead before she really ever got to know him, killed and buried half a world away. And now her mother.
"No." He tucked a few strands of blonde hair behind her ear. "Never alone. You've got me."
"For how long?" she retorted. Their world was changing everyday, without warning, like sand slipping through their fingers. They never knew who next would be listed in the Daily Prophet among the dead or missing. "Don't make promises you can't keep, Vincent."
"I'm trying my best, alright?" he snapped, returning anger with anger, before sighing. She was striking out, upset. He shouldn't so anything to feed her anger. "It's complicated."
Hannah could not think of a time when things had not been complicated, when she did not have to think about rules and how one action affected twenty-three million others. Rather than answer, she went to hug him again, holding onto him like he was her rock in the swirling sea of emotions.
Unsure of what he was supposed to do with his hands exactly, Vincent began to pet her hair, fingers tangling slightly in the long strands. She smelled like candied applies, which made his stomach rumble slightly. He had been late to breakfast and lunch was still a long way off. The Slytherin remained quiet however, pretty sure Hannah would not much care for his thought process.
After a moment or two, the Hufflepuff pulled away slightly. "Vince, I have a favor to ask. Feel free to say no though."
Well that was never a good way to start the conversation. I have a favor. Feel free to say no. If he did say no, then he would look like a git. "Yeah?"
"Kiss me? Please?" They had traded kisses once or twice over the course of the last six months. Always stolen, fleeting, as if they were afraid to be caught in the shadows. Hannah had no idea what tomorrow would bring, or the day after that, but she did know she did not want her last kiss to be an afterthought.
There was nobody around to see them, but the thought never even entered his mind as Vincent leaned down and pressed his lips against hers. One kiss turned into two as they forgot where they were for the moment as a Qudditch-calloused crept under her jumper, pressing against her warm body through the thin blouse. He could feel her hands travel up his chest, fisting in the fabric of his own jumper, pulling him against her body. They were hanging onto one another, unable, unwilling to let go.
The bell rang and the pair sprang apart as people began to spill out of the Herbology classroom. Straightening their clothes, Hannah refrained from looking at her Slytherin, afraid that any tell-tale blush would give their actions away.
"Alright, Han?" Ernie was already moving towards his friend. The dark haired Hufflepuff gave Vincent a dirty look as he wrapped an arm around the girl's shoulders. "Come on, Justin and Susan will want to know what happened."
He resisted the urge to glare daggers into the Hufflepuff pillock's back. Hannah was his first. His in ways Macmillan could only begin to dream of.
"Everything okay, Crabbe?" Draco came to stand beside Vincent. "What was that all about?"
"It was nothing." The taller boy shrugged, his face customarily blank. "Macmillan was being his," pompous, "git-y self. Lunch's soon. Let's go. I'm hungry."
The blonde looked up at the taller boy, a curious look on his face before shaking his head when food was mentioned. Typical Crabbe. Always thinking with his stomach.