If you wanna be my lover 17-24/32
This is part 17-24. Here are links to 1-8, 9-16 and 25-32.
17. Let it be
when I find my self in times of trouble
mother Mary comes to me
speaking words of wisedom
let it be
- Let it Be (The Beatles)
Pairing: Harry/Charlie
Rating: T
Genre: Humor/general
Words: 436
---------------------------------------------------------------Charlie woke up to a light tapping against his window. He stretched lazily, glanced at the clock and frowned. It was pretty late, and he was surprised he hadn't been wakened and dragged down to the kitchen yet. He got up, grabbed a shirt and sweat pants from the floor and dressed as he descended down the stairs to the kitchen.
"Mornin", he grumbled as he entered the kitchen, scratching the back of his head and making his way towards the coffee.
"Charlie, dear, why are you wearing Harry's shirt?" his mother asked, frowning. Charlie glanced down on his chest. Gryffindor Quidditch Team of '96. And his mother had seen his back, which then probably spelled POTTER. It sure as hell wasn't his shirt. He blushed furiously.
"I... er..." He was interrupted by Harry's voice trailing from the stairs.
"Mrs Weasley? Have you seen my shirt? The one that says... oh." Harry stopped dead in the kitchen doorway when he saw Charlie and the shirt he was wearing. Then he, too, blushed. "Never mind, I think I found it", he said faintly and sat down on an empty chair, hiding his face in his hands. Molly was still frowning.
"Charlie, how come you have Harry's shirt? I know for a fact that I washed that shirt two days ago and left it on Harry's bed!" Charlie ignored the question by reaching into the cupboard to retrieve his favorite cup and pouring coffee in it.
"Maybe Harry left it in Charlie's room", Hermione said, her voice all innocent but Charlie knew, without even looking at her, that her eyes were twinkling knowingly. That know-it-all knew. That was enough for making Charlie not wanting to turn around and face the rest of the family around the table.
"Hermione, I have no idea what you're talking about", Harry said stiffly.
"Oh, sure you don't", she replied, her voice telling everyone she meant the exact opposite. Charlie sighed and sat down on the last empty chair, next to Harry.
"Hermione", he said, voice pleading. "Let it be."
"But Charlie", his mother probed on, oblivious to Hermione's hints. "Why are you wearing Harry's shirt?"
"I don't know mum", he sighed, drinking his coffee. "It was in my room. Maybe you need glasses."
"Or maybe a hearing aid, if she didn't hear anything last night", Hermione muttered, and then wincing as Harry kicked her under the table. Charlie put a soothing hand on Harry's thigh under the table, trying to calm him down.
"Let it be", he said again, addressing both Hermione and Harry and no one in particular. "Let it be."
18. It's the eye of the tiger
it's the eye of the tiger
it's the cream of the fight
rising up to the challenge of our rival
and the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night
and he's watching us all in the eye
- Eye of the tiger (Survivor)
Pairing: Harry/Charlie
Rating: K
Genre: Drama
Words: 559
--------------------------------------------------------------"Excuse me? You did what?" The whole table fell silent. Charlie stared at Harry.
"Harry, I-" he faltered. You didn't need to look twice to see that Harry was furious.
"You, me. Outside. Now." the raven-haired man said in a dangerously low, calm voice. The tone invited no arguments, and Charlie found himself obediently standing up and following Harry out to the garden.
"Harry, what do you-" he tried again, but was interrupted.
"Did you really do that?" Harry asked, trying hard to keep his voice level.
"Do what?"
"The thing you said, in there."
"Why, yes, I- you heard that?"
"Charlie, I'm placed two seats from you. Yes, I heard you."
"But you were talking with Hermione."
"You think I actually listen to her when she starts going on about some Ministry function or other?"
"Point. They are horrible, are they?"
"Don't try to avoid the question. Did you do it?"
"Do what? Are you asking me if I went into the dragon reserve without backup? Yeah, I did. Why's it such a big deal all of a sudden?"
"I don't get to care if you get killed? Or injured?"
"But I didn't! I'm fine! Why do you care? It's not like you did before!" At this, Harry stared at him blankly.
"I've always cared about you, Charlie. You're always on my mind. When you're here, with me, and when you're there... obviously putting your life at stake. I don't... I don't want to worry anymore. I thought I was done when I killed him, Charlie. I thought it would be over. And it was. But then you came. And there's this whole new level of worrying, because you're not here, you're so far away most of the time and I... I can't protect you there. So I just have to stay here and trust and believe and hope that you're okay, that you're not being burned to death or falling of your broom or smacking your head in the doorframe and then you go and to this? And you don't even plan to tell me? I... I'm hurt, Charlie."
"Harry, I'm sorry", Charlie repeated, and he could only hope his apology sounded as genuine as it was, because he honestly didn't know what else to say. This uncharacteristic display and voicing of emotions took him aback. He put his arm around Harry's shoulders and drew him closer.
"I love you", he said sincerely against the black hair. "And I know you care about me. I care about you too. It's... this is hard for me, too. I want to be here, with you, and I want to be there, doing the things I love. I know it was a stupid thing to do, and I'm not gonna make excuses because it doesn't matter. But I can't promise to not do it again, 'cause that would be lying. And I really don't wanna lie to you." Harry sighed and pulled himself closer into Charlie's embrace.
"I know", he mumbled. "It's a dangerous job, you have to count your limbs by the end of the day to make sure you still have them, yada yada. I know. But that doesn't mean I like it."
"Yeah, I know."
"I love you too."
"I know."
"I think we just outed ourselves to your parents."
"Yeah", Charlie sighed. "I know."
19. Leave Britney alone
and how fucking dare anyone out there
make fun of Britney after all she's been through?
she loves her aunt, she went through a divorce
she has two fucking kids
her husband turned out to be user and a cheater
and now she's going through a custody battle
leave Britney alone
- Leave Britney Alone (FreddeGredde/Chris Crocker)
Pairing: Harry/Draco, post Harry/Ginny
Rating: K
Genre: General
Words: 228
---------------------------------------------------------------"Ginny's in the paper again", Draco said as a greeting when Harry stumbled into the kitchen one particularly dull thursday morning.
"Again?" Harry repeated, leaning heavily against the kitchen counter, running his hands over his face and trying to blink the sleep out of his eyes. Draco nodded. "What does it say this time?"
"Custody battle", Draco answered. Harry sighed and turned to make himself a cup of coffee. Or maybe a bowl. "I don't understand why the press won't leave her alone?" Draco muttered and sipped his tea. Harry snorted.
"I was married to her."
"So?"
"'So'? I am a celebrity, Draco. Don't tell me you haven't noticed", Harry said, mock-seriously.
"But you divorced her ten years ago!"
"Yeah, I know. But I was married to her for five, which is enough time for the world to develop an interest in her life as much as mine." He sat down next to Draco and peered at the paper.
"Poor Ginny." Draco sounded like he actually meant it. Harry nodded.
"I think I'll floo over tonight, see if she needs any help."
"You wan't me to come?"
"Do you want to come?"
"I have a law degree, you know. That might be a tiny bit more useful in this situation than your healer exam", Draco pointed out. Harry smiled.
"Yeah. I'd love for you to come. Thank you."
20. Thunderstruck
thunderstruck, thunderstruck, thunderstruck
- Thunderstruck (AC/DC)
Pairing: Harry/Charlie
Rating: T
Genre: Romance
Words: 277
---------------------------------------------------------------Charlie wakes up to an empty bed. He gropes the sheets beside him and finds them cold. Harry has been up for a while, if he's even gone to bed. A flash lights up the room and reveals that Harry's side of the bed is untouched. Never been to bed, then. Charlie sighs and sits up. He grabs his wand from the bedside table and gets up, crossing his arms across his chest in a vain attempt to ward of the cold that always creeps into their bedroom at nights like this. He goes down the stairs and into the living room. Harry isn't there, and the kitchen is dark. Charlie sighs again and turns to go to the bathroom when a movement on the patio catches his eye. Harry is standing there, fully dressed, in the middle of the night, in the rain.
Charlie opens the door and crosses the tiles.
"Hey", he says softly.
"You'll get wet", Harry says, as a greeting.
"You are wet", Charlie replies. Thunder is rumbling in the distance and another flash lights up the world for a second. Harry's face is weary and his black hair is plastered against his face. "You'll get a cold", he tries.
"I have a kick ass immune system."
"I don't."
"So go inside."
"So please go inside with me?" Harry turns to look at him and opens his mouth to speak but Charlie interrupts him by embracing him. "I know how to make you thunderstruck without even leaving the bed", he murmurs softly against the wet mop of hair, and Harry shivers in a way that has nothing to do with his wet clothes.
21. Love forever hand in hand
windmill windmill for the land
love forever hand in hand
take it all in on your stride
it is sinking, falling down
- Feel good inc. (Gorillaz)
Pairing: Albus/Scorpius
Rating: T/M
Genre: Romance/general
Words: 324
---------------------------------------------------------------The sun was setting as Albus drove across the bridge. For the umpteenth time his hand slowly irked across the gear stick to Scorpius' thigh, and for the umpteenth time Scorpius brushed it away immediately.
"Keep your hands on the wheel", he repeated. And before Albus could turn his sly smile at Scorpius, he added "And your eyes on the road, please." Albus sighed.
"You're boring", he pouted, but obeyed.
"Yeah, well, sorry for wanting to arrive at Luna's in one piece."
Soon they were driving on land again, and Scorpius looked out the window on the flat landscape that was bathing in beautiful light.
"What's that?" he asked suddenly, pointing. Albus followed his finger.
"Windmills", he answered, redirecting his gaze at the road.
"Windmills. What do they do?" Albus shrugged.
"You can ask Luna when we arrive", he suggested. "She explained it once, but it really wasn't that interesting."
"Hrm", was all Scorpius replied, not being entirely sure he wanted to ask Luna to explain anything.
Of course, when they arrived, he asked her anyway, his Ravenclaw mind needing to know. She told them they were good for keeping wackspurts away, and while he didn't really believe that to be their main function, he also knew he wasn't going to get a better answer out of her, and so he put it out of his mind until he could locate a decent dictionary. Or Hermione.
Later, they were lying in bed, listening to the mosquitos buzzing around, Albus roaming his hands all over Scorpius' body. Scorpius reveled in the touch, until other parts of his body became too interested.
"Al, stop, I... they're just in the next-" Albus cut him off with a kiss.
"And here I was, thinking you're the smart one", he muttered, and then cast a wandless silencing charm. "There. Wasn't so hard, right? Can I go back to devouring your body now?"
Scorpius smiled.
"Please, be my guest."
22. Death is the first dance, eternal
the smile of dawn arrived early May
she carried a gift from her home
the night shed a tear to tell her of fear
and of sorrow and pain she'll never outgrow
death is the first dance, eternal
- Metropolis (Dream Theater)
Pairing: Harry/Draco, Ron/Hermione
Rating: T
Genre: Angst
Words: 279
Warnings: Songfic, Character death (not Harry or Draco)
-------------------------------------------------------------The smile of dawn arrived early May, she carried a gift from her home
You'd never seen them so happy, ever. Not even on their wedding day. Hell, their wedding day was nothing compared to this. To them, smiling down at the bundle of joy in Hermione's arms. Draco's arm sneaked around your waist from behind and he kissed your neck softly.
"They look really happy", he said, somewhat sad. You leaned into his touch and understood that sadness perfectly.
"But at least we're god parents. That's got to count for something, right?" you answered, trying to keep your voice light. He sighed and nodded.
"I guess."
the night shed a tear to tell her of fear, and of sorrow and pain she'll never outgrow
Her birthday was on the 2nd of May. It rained every year. Ron and Hermione thought it was a bad sign, but you liked the thought of the rain as a catalyst, washing away the long gone traces of blood spilled on this day years ago. You liked the thought of the rain washing it away for her.
death is the first dance, eternal
You didn't like the thought of the rain washing away the traces of her. Draco held you closer than you knew he was comfortable with the whole night, softly stroking your hair and whispering soothing words when your crying escalated. When the morning dawned the rain was gone.
"Does it make me a bad person if I say I'm happy knowing I'll never experience that kind of loss?" He asked as the sun settled. You turned and pressed your back closer to his chest.
"No", you whispered. "No, it doesn't."
23. I know it's my destiny
Pokemon gotta catch 'em all
I know it's my destiny
Pokemon åh min bästa vän
vi räddar världen om igen*
- Pokemon Theme
Pairing: Harry/Charlie
Rating: K /T
Genre: Humor
Words: 205
---------------------------------------------------------------"Pokémon, gotta catch 'em all, I know it's my destinyyy~"
"Foolish me, here I was, thinking your destiny was to defeat the Dark Lord. When did you change your mind?" Harry spun around on the spot and stared at Charlie with embarrassment in his eyes.
"Hi. Err. Weren't you supposed to be, like, away, for another week?"
"I could leave again, if that's what you mean, but I find this... scene... far too amusing." Charlie leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest, smiling. Harry's face turned red. "I had no idea of this... obsession of yours", he continued and eyed Harry's shirt, which was a cascade of colors, with a bright yellow Pikachu in front.
"I..." Harry begun. Charlie raised an eyebrow. "You aren't supposed to be home yet!" Harry exclaimed again and vainly hid his face behind his hands. Charlie laughed and crossed the room to get to him. He pushed Harry's hands away and leaned down to kiss him.
"Harry, I love you. You jumping around in an old shirt of mine, singing Muggle theme songs isn't gonna change that."
"It's still embarrassing."
"You could take the shirt of, though, if you want to. I won't mind. At all."
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*Authors note: The Pokemon theme, last lines in Swedish.
24. We feel the pain of a lifetime
we feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days
through the fire and the flames we carry on
- Through the fire and flames (Dragonforce)
Pairing: None
Rating: K
Genre: General
Words: 90
----------------------------------------------------------------Harry didn't know how long he'd been sitting on the beach when Ron and Hermione joined him. He didn't acknowledge their arrival, he just continued to stare out on the blank surface of the lake. Hermione sat down on his right and wrapped her arm around his shoulder, and Ron sat down on his left.
"It's over", Harry said at last, breaking the silence. "It's over. He's dead. He's finally dead." Hermione squeezed his shoulders and Ron laid a tentative hand on his thigh. And then Harry started to cry.
next part (25-32)
17. Let it be
when I find my self in times of trouble
mother Mary comes to me
speaking words of wisedom
let it be
- Let it Be (The Beatles)
Pairing: Harry/Charlie
Rating: T
Genre: Humor/general
Words: 436
---------------------------------------------------------------Charlie woke up to a light tapping against his window. He stretched lazily, glanced at the clock and frowned. It was pretty late, and he was surprised he hadn't been wakened and dragged down to the kitchen yet. He got up, grabbed a shirt and sweat pants from the floor and dressed as he descended down the stairs to the kitchen.
"Mornin", he grumbled as he entered the kitchen, scratching the back of his head and making his way towards the coffee.
"Charlie, dear, why are you wearing Harry's shirt?" his mother asked, frowning. Charlie glanced down on his chest. Gryffindor Quidditch Team of '96. And his mother had seen his back, which then probably spelled POTTER. It sure as hell wasn't his shirt. He blushed furiously.
"I... er..." He was interrupted by Harry's voice trailing from the stairs.
"Mrs Weasley? Have you seen my shirt? The one that says... oh." Harry stopped dead in the kitchen doorway when he saw Charlie and the shirt he was wearing. Then he, too, blushed. "Never mind, I think I found it", he said faintly and sat down on an empty chair, hiding his face in his hands. Molly was still frowning.
"Charlie, how come you have Harry's shirt? I know for a fact that I washed that shirt two days ago and left it on Harry's bed!" Charlie ignored the question by reaching into the cupboard to retrieve his favorite cup and pouring coffee in it.
"Maybe Harry left it in Charlie's room", Hermione said, her voice all innocent but Charlie knew, without even looking at her, that her eyes were twinkling knowingly. That know-it-all knew. That was enough for making Charlie not wanting to turn around and face the rest of the family around the table.
"Hermione, I have no idea what you're talking about", Harry said stiffly.
"Oh, sure you don't", she replied, her voice telling everyone she meant the exact opposite. Charlie sighed and sat down on the last empty chair, next to Harry.
"Hermione", he said, voice pleading. "Let it be."
"But Charlie", his mother probed on, oblivious to Hermione's hints. "Why are you wearing Harry's shirt?"
"I don't know mum", he sighed, drinking his coffee. "It was in my room. Maybe you need glasses."
"Or maybe a hearing aid, if she didn't hear anything last night", Hermione muttered, and then wincing as Harry kicked her under the table. Charlie put a soothing hand on Harry's thigh under the table, trying to calm him down.
"Let it be", he said again, addressing both Hermione and Harry and no one in particular. "Let it be."
18. It's the eye of the tiger
it's the eye of the tiger
it's the cream of the fight
rising up to the challenge of our rival
and the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night
and he's watching us all in the eye
- Eye of the tiger (Survivor)
Pairing: Harry/Charlie
Rating: K
Genre: Drama
Words: 559
--------------------------------------------------------------"Excuse me? You did what?" The whole table fell silent. Charlie stared at Harry.
"Harry, I-" he faltered. You didn't need to look twice to see that Harry was furious.
"You, me. Outside. Now." the raven-haired man said in a dangerously low, calm voice. The tone invited no arguments, and Charlie found himself obediently standing up and following Harry out to the garden.
"Harry, what do you-" he tried again, but was interrupted.
"Did you really do that?" Harry asked, trying hard to keep his voice level.
"Do what?"
"The thing you said, in there."
"Why, yes, I- you heard that?"
"Charlie, I'm placed two seats from you. Yes, I heard you."
"But you were talking with Hermione."
"You think I actually listen to her when she starts going on about some Ministry function or other?"
"Point. They are horrible, are they?"
"Don't try to avoid the question. Did you do it?"
"Do what? Are you asking me if I went into the dragon reserve without backup? Yeah, I did. Why's it such a big deal all of a sudden?"
"I don't get to care if you get killed? Or injured?"
"But I didn't! I'm fine! Why do you care? It's not like you did before!" At this, Harry stared at him blankly.
"I've always cared about you, Charlie. You're always on my mind. When you're here, with me, and when you're there... obviously putting your life at stake. I don't... I don't want to worry anymore. I thought I was done when I killed him, Charlie. I thought it would be over. And it was. But then you came. And there's this whole new level of worrying, because you're not here, you're so far away most of the time and I... I can't protect you there. So I just have to stay here and trust and believe and hope that you're okay, that you're not being burned to death or falling of your broom or smacking your head in the doorframe and then you go and to this? And you don't even plan to tell me? I... I'm hurt, Charlie."
"Harry, I'm sorry", Charlie repeated, and he could only hope his apology sounded as genuine as it was, because he honestly didn't know what else to say. This uncharacteristic display and voicing of emotions took him aback. He put his arm around Harry's shoulders and drew him closer.
"I love you", he said sincerely against the black hair. "And I know you care about me. I care about you too. It's... this is hard for me, too. I want to be here, with you, and I want to be there, doing the things I love. I know it was a stupid thing to do, and I'm not gonna make excuses because it doesn't matter. But I can't promise to not do it again, 'cause that would be lying. And I really don't wanna lie to you." Harry sighed and pulled himself closer into Charlie's embrace.
"I know", he mumbled. "It's a dangerous job, you have to count your limbs by the end of the day to make sure you still have them, yada yada. I know. But that doesn't mean I like it."
"Yeah, I know."
"I love you too."
"I know."
"I think we just outed ourselves to your parents."
"Yeah", Charlie sighed. "I know."
19. Leave Britney alone
and how fucking dare anyone out there
make fun of Britney after all she's been through?
she loves her aunt, she went through a divorce
she has two fucking kids
her husband turned out to be user and a cheater
and now she's going through a custody battle
leave Britney alone
- Leave Britney Alone (FreddeGredde/Chris Crocker)
Pairing: Harry/Draco, post Harry/Ginny
Rating: K
Genre: General
Words: 228
---------------------------------------------------------------"Ginny's in the paper again", Draco said as a greeting when Harry stumbled into the kitchen one particularly dull thursday morning.
"Again?" Harry repeated, leaning heavily against the kitchen counter, running his hands over his face and trying to blink the sleep out of his eyes. Draco nodded. "What does it say this time?"
"Custody battle", Draco answered. Harry sighed and turned to make himself a cup of coffee. Or maybe a bowl. "I don't understand why the press won't leave her alone?" Draco muttered and sipped his tea. Harry snorted.
"I was married to her."
"So?"
"'So'? I am a celebrity, Draco. Don't tell me you haven't noticed", Harry said, mock-seriously.
"But you divorced her ten years ago!"
"Yeah, I know. But I was married to her for five, which is enough time for the world to develop an interest in her life as much as mine." He sat down next to Draco and peered at the paper.
"Poor Ginny." Draco sounded like he actually meant it. Harry nodded.
"I think I'll floo over tonight, see if she needs any help."
"You wan't me to come?"
"Do you want to come?"
"I have a law degree, you know. That might be a tiny bit more useful in this situation than your healer exam", Draco pointed out. Harry smiled.
"Yeah. I'd love for you to come. Thank you."
20. Thunderstruck
thunderstruck, thunderstruck, thunderstruck
- Thunderstruck (AC/DC)
Pairing: Harry/Charlie
Rating: T
Genre: Romance
Words: 277
---------------------------------------------------------------Charlie wakes up to an empty bed. He gropes the sheets beside him and finds them cold. Harry has been up for a while, if he's even gone to bed. A flash lights up the room and reveals that Harry's side of the bed is untouched. Never been to bed, then. Charlie sighs and sits up. He grabs his wand from the bedside table and gets up, crossing his arms across his chest in a vain attempt to ward of the cold that always creeps into their bedroom at nights like this. He goes down the stairs and into the living room. Harry isn't there, and the kitchen is dark. Charlie sighs again and turns to go to the bathroom when a movement on the patio catches his eye. Harry is standing there, fully dressed, in the middle of the night, in the rain.
Charlie opens the door and crosses the tiles.
"Hey", he says softly.
"You'll get wet", Harry says, as a greeting.
"You are wet", Charlie replies. Thunder is rumbling in the distance and another flash lights up the world for a second. Harry's face is weary and his black hair is plastered against his face. "You'll get a cold", he tries.
"I have a kick ass immune system."
"I don't."
"So go inside."
"So please go inside with me?" Harry turns to look at him and opens his mouth to speak but Charlie interrupts him by embracing him. "I know how to make you thunderstruck without even leaving the bed", he murmurs softly against the wet mop of hair, and Harry shivers in a way that has nothing to do with his wet clothes.
21. Love forever hand in hand
windmill windmill for the land
love forever hand in hand
take it all in on your stride
it is sinking, falling down
- Feel good inc. (Gorillaz)
Pairing: Albus/Scorpius
Rating: T/M
Genre: Romance/general
Words: 324
---------------------------------------------------------------The sun was setting as Albus drove across the bridge. For the umpteenth time his hand slowly irked across the gear stick to Scorpius' thigh, and for the umpteenth time Scorpius brushed it away immediately.
"Keep your hands on the wheel", he repeated. And before Albus could turn his sly smile at Scorpius, he added "And your eyes on the road, please." Albus sighed.
"You're boring", he pouted, but obeyed.
"Yeah, well, sorry for wanting to arrive at Luna's in one piece."
Soon they were driving on land again, and Scorpius looked out the window on the flat landscape that was bathing in beautiful light.
"What's that?" he asked suddenly, pointing. Albus followed his finger.
"Windmills", he answered, redirecting his gaze at the road.
"Windmills. What do they do?" Albus shrugged.
"You can ask Luna when we arrive", he suggested. "She explained it once, but it really wasn't that interesting."
"Hrm", was all Scorpius replied, not being entirely sure he wanted to ask Luna to explain anything.
Of course, when they arrived, he asked her anyway, his Ravenclaw mind needing to know. She told them they were good for keeping wackspurts away, and while he didn't really believe that to be their main function, he also knew he wasn't going to get a better answer out of her, and so he put it out of his mind until he could locate a decent dictionary. Or Hermione.
Later, they were lying in bed, listening to the mosquitos buzzing around, Albus roaming his hands all over Scorpius' body. Scorpius reveled in the touch, until other parts of his body became too interested.
"Al, stop, I... they're just in the next-" Albus cut him off with a kiss.
"And here I was, thinking you're the smart one", he muttered, and then cast a wandless silencing charm. "There. Wasn't so hard, right? Can I go back to devouring your body now?"
Scorpius smiled.
"Please, be my guest."
22. Death is the first dance, eternal
the smile of dawn arrived early May
she carried a gift from her home
the night shed a tear to tell her of fear
and of sorrow and pain she'll never outgrow
death is the first dance, eternal
- Metropolis (Dream Theater)
Pairing: Harry/Draco, Ron/Hermione
Rating: T
Genre: Angst
Words: 279
Warnings: Songfic, Character death (not Harry or Draco)
-------------------------------------------------------------The smile of dawn arrived early May, she carried a gift from her home
You'd never seen them so happy, ever. Not even on their wedding day. Hell, their wedding day was nothing compared to this. To them, smiling down at the bundle of joy in Hermione's arms. Draco's arm sneaked around your waist from behind and he kissed your neck softly.
"They look really happy", he said, somewhat sad. You leaned into his touch and understood that sadness perfectly.
"But at least we're god parents. That's got to count for something, right?" you answered, trying to keep your voice light. He sighed and nodded.
"I guess."
the night shed a tear to tell her of fear, and of sorrow and pain she'll never outgrow
Her birthday was on the 2nd of May. It rained every year. Ron and Hermione thought it was a bad sign, but you liked the thought of the rain as a catalyst, washing away the long gone traces of blood spilled on this day years ago. You liked the thought of the rain washing it away for her.
death is the first dance, eternal
You didn't like the thought of the rain washing away the traces of her. Draco held you closer than you knew he was comfortable with the whole night, softly stroking your hair and whispering soothing words when your crying escalated. When the morning dawned the rain was gone.
"Does it make me a bad person if I say I'm happy knowing I'll never experience that kind of loss?" He asked as the sun settled. You turned and pressed your back closer to his chest.
"No", you whispered. "No, it doesn't."
23. I know it's my destiny
Pokemon gotta catch 'em all
I know it's my destiny
Pokemon åh min bästa vän
vi räddar världen om igen*
- Pokemon Theme
Pairing: Harry/Charlie
Rating: K /T
Genre: Humor
Words: 205
---------------------------------------------------------------"Pokémon, gotta catch 'em all, I know it's my destinyyy~"
"Foolish me, here I was, thinking your destiny was to defeat the Dark Lord. When did you change your mind?" Harry spun around on the spot and stared at Charlie with embarrassment in his eyes.
"Hi. Err. Weren't you supposed to be, like, away, for another week?"
"I could leave again, if that's what you mean, but I find this... scene... far too amusing." Charlie leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest, smiling. Harry's face turned red. "I had no idea of this... obsession of yours", he continued and eyed Harry's shirt, which was a cascade of colors, with a bright yellow Pikachu in front.
"I..." Harry begun. Charlie raised an eyebrow. "You aren't supposed to be home yet!" Harry exclaimed again and vainly hid his face behind his hands. Charlie laughed and crossed the room to get to him. He pushed Harry's hands away and leaned down to kiss him.
"Harry, I love you. You jumping around in an old shirt of mine, singing Muggle theme songs isn't gonna change that."
"It's still embarrassing."
"You could take the shirt of, though, if you want to. I won't mind. At all."
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*Authors note: The Pokemon theme, last lines in Swedish.
24. We feel the pain of a lifetime
we feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days
through the fire and the flames we carry on
- Through the fire and flames (Dragonforce)
Pairing: None
Rating: K
Genre: General
Words: 90
----------------------------------------------------------------Harry didn't know how long he'd been sitting on the beach when Ron and Hermione joined him. He didn't acknowledge their arrival, he just continued to stare out on the blank surface of the lake. Hermione sat down on his right and wrapped her arm around his shoulder, and Ron sat down on his left.
"It's over", Harry said at last, breaking the silence. "It's over. He's dead. He's finally dead." Hermione squeezed his shoulders and Ron laid a tentative hand on his thigh. And then Harry started to cry.
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