Notes: A snippet of a story that has yet to exist. I started this excerpt today with the intention that I could start it whenever I wanted to, and also for the fact I needed to practise. The last time I ever wrote something was whatever I had posted last, and it seems such a shame not to write at all. I haven't had the opportunity, really, but I'm hoping I can attempt to start a few projects, now that life has settled down a bit. No guarantees, though.
Date: 30 June 2008
Author:
vexiaPairing(s): Draco/Hermione/Pansy
Summary: --
She felt the breeze on her fingertips when she reached for the Asiatic lily he held between his fingers. He bought things for her because he felt like it, but he would never admit that to anyone else. It was the way he was raised, she would often tell herself. Out of sheer politeness. She could never tell if he did things for her because he wanted to. Draco had his hands in his pockets, elegantly poised, staring into the glittering twilight. The waves rolled onto shore, barely touching their shoe-clad feet, before it pulled back.
Repeat.
Did you get this flower for me? "I know."
He turned to look at her and smiled a little, the one he always did for her because she said she liked it. It was a subtle tug at the corner of his lips, and yet it lit up his entire face. He looked better when he wasn't always pouting.
She cleared her throat and mustered a small laugh. "But I reckon I knew it all along. I just - I thought ..." Say it, just say it.
And she felt his arms wrap around her before she had a chance to say anything. She knew this feeling. It was deep in her gut, the heavy weight in her heart. He meant well, she knew, as he hugged her so tight it was difficult to breathe; she didn't care. She knew he loved her - loved her, like she was all he had left. Yet there was the lingering of something, and she didn't dare hope.
"You love her more," she whispered silently.
He inhaled deeply and buried his face in her hair.
He smiled, and held her tighter.