Every shred of everything, everything except whatever was suddenly overcoming him, was chased away… far away… in fact… they had been destroyed, pulled from his body like a poison.
She cranes her head to look at you more properly, set up so high that she can’t see your eyes. Without hesitation she climbs up the slippery rock and draws level with you. But still you remain.
A story spurned from the reawakening of my long dead muse. Hermione contemplates her life and the things she has but the one thing she lacks and so desprately craves. A fluffy one-shot with humor; a rareity for me. R&R
And together they sailed away, past the slumbering hills and past the turbulent waters of their pasts under a dark blue oblivion. Small, slightly poetic drabble. Enjoy!
A strange, short blurb that I wrote by the seat of my pants while listening to "Try" by Nelly Furtado. It's very symbolic. Hermione contemplates departure from Harry's life. Read and review!
Hermione remember the night when all barriers crumbled and all masks cast aside...the night when she saw the true "Boy-Who-Lived".