Drabble: Growth
Prompt: Bloom
Title: Growth
Author: honouraryweasley12
Rating: G
R/Hr or Gen: R/Hr
Word count: 275
Hermione glanced around at the beautiful surroundings, the flowers expertly tended by the groom, her first friend in a new world. She focused on the colourful flora, reflecting on how their journey into being followed the same path as the love which blossomed between herself and the freckled man beside her.
It had started-literally-with dirt, the foundation of growth smeared across his nose. The soil was then dampened, readied for life by the falling of her heated tears.
At some point, the seed had been planted, unnoticed at first. As time went by, the shoots of a strong bond emerged, pushing forth from its safe confines into an uncertain world.
More than once, grey skies would rage with arguments and hurt feelings, the young bud wilting, slowing its progress. But, eventually, the sun would shine and the flower would slowly lift up, basking in the warmth of forgiveness and friendship.
Sharp thorns materialized as the relationship began to venture into new territory, wounding deeply through ignorance and jealously. Torrential rains of bitterness nearly swept it away, but it held steadfast, the roots deep.
When night fell, a festering poison ravaged the blossoming connection, only to be healed by the quiet caring gestures of patience following his return.
It was close to flourishing when all was nearly lost. The sharp blade almost severed flower from stem, but in that moment, the bond solidified, turning back the cold steel.
When their love finally bloomed, it was a vision of pure beauty and strength.
As Ron squeezed her hand, signaling the blonde bride's arrival, she marveled at how the tiniest seed could turn into such perfection.
Title: Growth
Author: honouraryweasley12
Rating: G
R/Hr or Gen: R/Hr
Word count: 275
Hermione glanced around at the beautiful surroundings, the flowers expertly tended by the groom, her first friend in a new world. She focused on the colourful flora, reflecting on how their journey into being followed the same path as the love which blossomed between herself and the freckled man beside her.
It had started-literally-with dirt, the foundation of growth smeared across his nose. The soil was then dampened, readied for life by the falling of her heated tears.
At some point, the seed had been planted, unnoticed at first. As time went by, the shoots of a strong bond emerged, pushing forth from its safe confines into an uncertain world.
More than once, grey skies would rage with arguments and hurt feelings, the young bud wilting, slowing its progress. But, eventually, the sun would shine and the flower would slowly lift up, basking in the warmth of forgiveness and friendship.
Sharp thorns materialized as the relationship began to venture into new territory, wounding deeply through ignorance and jealously. Torrential rains of bitterness nearly swept it away, but it held steadfast, the roots deep.
When night fell, a festering poison ravaged the blossoming connection, only to be healed by the quiet caring gestures of patience following his return.
It was close to flourishing when all was nearly lost. The sharp blade almost severed flower from stem, but in that moment, the bond solidified, turning back the cold steel.
When their love finally bloomed, it was a vision of pure beauty and strength.
As Ron squeezed her hand, signaling the blonde bride's arrival, she marveled at how the tiniest seed could turn into such perfection.