Title: Silent Interactions
Author: Suzanne of Dragon's Breath
Rating: PG-13
Summary: See previous chapter.
Authors notes:
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Morning
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The light entering the window woke her. She moved slightly and wasn't surprised to feel the arms around her tighten, unwilling to relinquish their hold on her. She almost never slept this late. Only in his arms did she permit herself this luxury, and only on Saturdays, as there was usually nothing to do the next morning. The only activities were overseeing the occasional Hogsmeade weekend, or training for him, although that was usually in the afternoon.
Looking at him, she realized just how lucky she was. Many girls--and women--would have given anything to be near the Boy Who Lived; however, only she could be this close. She was the one who had never left his side, his constant ally and supporter. Even after finding out that he or Voldemort would die in the final battle, she refused to leave his side.
She bit her lip at the thought of the prophecy; she knew it was only a matter of time until Voldemort came after him. He spent as much of his free time as possible training, refusing to allow himself to believe that Voldemort would be the victor in the end. She had had to give him a swift kick in the arse to get him to think that way, but ever since he had only focused on 3 things: school, training, and her. Even Quidditch had taken a backseat, a decision that left team captain Ron very upset, until he had realized just how serious the threat of Voldemort was.
She ran a hand down his bare chest, watching the muscles flex under her touch, tracing the scars that had been left from his time at the Dursleys', as well as from his training. He stirred and she kissed him, bringing him to full wakefulness. His green eyes opened and stared into her brown.
He broke for air and nuzzled her cheek, his stubble brushing her soft skin as he reached for his glasses. Giggling from the sensation of the coarse hair and the sight of his fumbling, she reached for the glasses and slid them onto his face. The world snapped in to focus for him, and he stared at the girl, no--the woman--who lay next to him.
Hugging her to him, he wished that this moment would never end, but he knew that would be impossible. She shifted in his arms, and he released her, knowing that she would have to sneak back into her dorm, in hopes of not getting caught. The gossips would love to spread rumors of what had (or hadn't ) happened in his room the previous night.
They both enjoyed their silent moments, although they seemed all together too short. However, the knowledge that soon, Voldemort would be gone (and they didn't allow themselves to think otherwise) allowed them to keep ever reaching towards the future, whatever it was.
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