Kate!Fic | Her Greatest Desire (1/1) | Angelina Johnson/Fred Weasley | Teen
Title: Her Greatest Desire (1/1)
Author: Kate, aka mugglechump
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Angelina Johnson, Fred Weasley
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 229
Summary: She came back night after night.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is JKR’s sandbox. I just like to build sand castles.
Author’s Notes: Written for hp_humpdrabbles. The prompt was 'The Mirror of Erised'.
McGonagall owled her the job offer, an opportunity to teach the students at Hogwarts to fly, to referee the Quidditch games between the Houses. To replace the dead. Madame Hooch was one of the many casualties of the Final Battle.
Angelina accepted. She needed to be busy.
The laughter in his blue eyes changed into something else, an intense, heated gaze as freckled hands gripped her hips and tugged her close. She was nearly his height. He didn't need to bend to kiss her, they met as equals, tasting, exploring as their heartbeats sped.
She found it by accident. Late in the evening, sleep proving elusive, Angie had wandered her old stomping grounds and tried to find the dusty, unused classroom where she and Fred came to each other. Angie'd opened a door and there it was. She'd only heard rumors of its existence when she was a student here, but she knew instantly that this was the Mirror of Erised.
The late afternoon light twinkled like facets of a diamond across his ginger hair, Fred's creamy skin a stark contrast to the milk chocolate hue of her own as they moved as one. Panting breaths, a gasp, his name in the air as she trembled.
Every night she returned and stared for hours. The reflection never changed, her greatest desire never wavered.
Fred, alive, in her arms again.
Author: Kate, aka mugglechump
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Angelina Johnson, Fred Weasley
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 229
Summary: She came back night after night.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is JKR’s sandbox. I just like to build sand castles.
Author’s Notes: Written for hp_humpdrabbles. The prompt was 'The Mirror of Erised'.
McGonagall owled her the job offer, an opportunity to teach the students at Hogwarts to fly, to referee the Quidditch games between the Houses. To replace the dead. Madame Hooch was one of the many casualties of the Final Battle.
Angelina accepted. She needed to be busy.
The laughter in his blue eyes changed into something else, an intense, heated gaze as freckled hands gripped her hips and tugged her close. She was nearly his height. He didn't need to bend to kiss her, they met as equals, tasting, exploring as their heartbeats sped.
She found it by accident. Late in the evening, sleep proving elusive, Angie had wandered her old stomping grounds and tried to find the dusty, unused classroom where she and Fred came to each other. Angie'd opened a door and there it was. She'd only heard rumors of its existence when she was a student here, but she knew instantly that this was the Mirror of Erised.
The late afternoon light twinkled like facets of a diamond across his ginger hair, Fred's creamy skin a stark contrast to the milk chocolate hue of her own as they moved as one. Panting breaths, a gasp, his name in the air as she trembled.
Every night she returned and stared for hours. The reflection never changed, her greatest desire never wavered.
Fred, alive, in her arms again.