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FIC: How It Feels
Title: How It Feels
Author: shiiki
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Colin Creevey/Romilda Vane
Fandom: Harry Potter
Word Count: 795
Summary: Colin wants to see if Romilda can understand his love for photographs. Romilda wonders about something else. rarepair_shorts prompt 10: the same experience for you.
Notes: This is continued directly from the previous part, Out of the Ordinary. Also, fluff alert! (At last.)
Link to prompt table.
Colin looked expectantly at Romilda. 'Well?'
She gave the photograph he had passed to her a moment ago a perfunctory glance. 'It's nice,' she said.
He raised an eyebrow -- or tried to; he was fairly certain that it came out looking strange, tired as he was -- and shook his head. 'You haven't looked at it properly, have you?'
Romilda looked down again. 'It's a sunset,' she said, a little dubiously. 'Is that what I'm supposed to be seeing?'
The thought came into his mind that he wished Romilda could try to see what he did -- how a picture could capture a moment in time so fully and completely. He wanted her to feel the way he did when he looked at them.
It was stupid -- much as his friends admired his pictures, none of them truly understood why he found them so fascinating. His mind must be sleep-deprived.
Still ... 'Yes -- how does it feel?' he ventured.
She wrinkled her brow, thinking. Her eyes closed as she considered it. Even his sleepy eyes couldn't help but appreciate the way the fire threw light and shadow over her face. She really was striking.
His camera lay at his side. Not really thinking about what he was doing, he raised it, clicking just as she looked back at him, saying, 'It's warm ... pretty, I suppose ... I don't know, is that right?' Her eyes widened a bit at the camera.
'There's no right or wrong, Romilda. It's just how you feel.'
'How do you feel, then?'
No one had ever asked him before. He had to struggle to find words to describe how he saw it. He chose them carefully, hoping he could make her see it, too.
'As though the world is being washed clean,' he finally said. 'See how the gold covers everything.'
She looked again and nodded slowly, frowning a bit. 'But that's not really the sun you're looking at; it's everything else. Didn't you ask me about the sunset?'
'Exactly. Now look at this.' He rummaged a bit, feeling a little more awake all of a sudden, and handed her a picture of another sunset. Similar, but not the same. No two pictures were ever identical. 'Everybody always looks at the sun alone, and then they see the same thing all the time -- just the orange and yellow in the sky.' He pointed to the bottom of the picture. 'But look -- that's how it spreads over the grass. Lights it all up, makes different shadows all the time. You never really notice things like that in real life. I mean, by the time you stopped watching the sun, its glow over the grounds is gone. But in a photo, you can get everything into a small frame and you can look at it for all the time you want. You can take the time to notice everything.'
He turned back to look at her, and found that her eyes weren't on the photograph. They were fixed on him. And she was so very close now, watching him with indecision and boldness vying in her eyes.
His heart hammered. The fatigue that had been pressing down on him fled, leaving him alert and full of nervous anticipation.
He'd kissed Luna Lovegood once before, and it had been interesting, a pleasant experience. But like everything else, no two kisses could ever be the same.
Romilda was warm and pretty, and the fervour in her kiss seemed to fill him from within. It was calling forward some hidden instinct to respond, to pour back those jubilant, exhilarating feelings flooding through him.
Colin wasn't sure which of them broke off first. He opened his eyes, not quite certain when they had fallen shut, to meet Romilda's a little apprehensively. Had he done it right?
She was smiling at him. 'I wanted to see,' she said honestly, 'if you could feel for me the way you do your photographs.'
It sounded like a test. He gulped, wanting very much to pass it, if that meant he could have a chance to kiss her again. 'Did I?'
Romilda laughed. 'Well, how did you feel?'
'Like if I could only capture that moment in a picture, I'd never take my eyes off it,' he said fervently. 'Is that -- is that all right?'
She gave him an impish grin. 'There's no right or wrong, Colin. It's just how you feel.'
He had to laugh at that. She really was smarter than most people gave her credit for.
'I wouldn't mind having that photo, though. It might help me to see the big picture about -- well, us.'
Us. Colin liked the sound of that. He told her so and she slipped her hand into his. It felt like a snug fit.
Author: shiiki
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Colin Creevey/Romilda Vane
Fandom: Harry Potter
Word Count: 795
Summary: Colin wants to see if Romilda can understand his love for photographs. Romilda wonders about something else. rarepair_shorts prompt 10: the same experience for you.
Notes: This is continued directly from the previous part, Out of the Ordinary. Also, fluff alert! (At last.)
Link to prompt table.
Colin looked expectantly at Romilda. 'Well?'
She gave the photograph he had passed to her a moment ago a perfunctory glance. 'It's nice,' she said.
He raised an eyebrow -- or tried to; he was fairly certain that it came out looking strange, tired as he was -- and shook his head. 'You haven't looked at it properly, have you?'
Romilda looked down again. 'It's a sunset,' she said, a little dubiously. 'Is that what I'm supposed to be seeing?'
The thought came into his mind that he wished Romilda could try to see what he did -- how a picture could capture a moment in time so fully and completely. He wanted her to feel the way he did when he looked at them.
It was stupid -- much as his friends admired his pictures, none of them truly understood why he found them so fascinating. His mind must be sleep-deprived.
Still ... 'Yes -- how does it feel?' he ventured.
She wrinkled her brow, thinking. Her eyes closed as she considered it. Even his sleepy eyes couldn't help but appreciate the way the fire threw light and shadow over her face. She really was striking.
His camera lay at his side. Not really thinking about what he was doing, he raised it, clicking just as she looked back at him, saying, 'It's warm ... pretty, I suppose ... I don't know, is that right?' Her eyes widened a bit at the camera.
'There's no right or wrong, Romilda. It's just how you feel.'
'How do you feel, then?'
No one had ever asked him before. He had to struggle to find words to describe how he saw it. He chose them carefully, hoping he could make her see it, too.
'As though the world is being washed clean,' he finally said. 'See how the gold covers everything.'
She looked again and nodded slowly, frowning a bit. 'But that's not really the sun you're looking at; it's everything else. Didn't you ask me about the sunset?'
'Exactly. Now look at this.' He rummaged a bit, feeling a little more awake all of a sudden, and handed her a picture of another sunset. Similar, but not the same. No two pictures were ever identical. 'Everybody always looks at the sun alone, and then they see the same thing all the time -- just the orange and yellow in the sky.' He pointed to the bottom of the picture. 'But look -- that's how it spreads over the grass. Lights it all up, makes different shadows all the time. You never really notice things like that in real life. I mean, by the time you stopped watching the sun, its glow over the grounds is gone. But in a photo, you can get everything into a small frame and you can look at it for all the time you want. You can take the time to notice everything.'
He turned back to look at her, and found that her eyes weren't on the photograph. They were fixed on him. And she was so very close now, watching him with indecision and boldness vying in her eyes.
His heart hammered. The fatigue that had been pressing down on him fled, leaving him alert and full of nervous anticipation.
He'd kissed Luna Lovegood once before, and it had been interesting, a pleasant experience. But like everything else, no two kisses could ever be the same.
Romilda was warm and pretty, and the fervour in her kiss seemed to fill him from within. It was calling forward some hidden instinct to respond, to pour back those jubilant, exhilarating feelings flooding through him.
Colin wasn't sure which of them broke off first. He opened his eyes, not quite certain when they had fallen shut, to meet Romilda's a little apprehensively. Had he done it right?
She was smiling at him. 'I wanted to see,' she said honestly, 'if you could feel for me the way you do your photographs.'
It sounded like a test. He gulped, wanting very much to pass it, if that meant he could have a chance to kiss her again. 'Did I?'
Romilda laughed. 'Well, how did you feel?'
'Like if I could only capture that moment in a picture, I'd never take my eyes off it,' he said fervently. 'Is that -- is that all right?'
She gave him an impish grin. 'There's no right or wrong, Colin. It's just how you feel.'
He had to laugh at that. She really was smarter than most people gave her credit for.
'I wouldn't mind having that photo, though. It might help me to see the big picture about -- well, us.'
Us. Colin liked the sound of that. He told her so and she slipped her hand into his. It felt like a snug fit.