Need

FrostbitePanda

Rating: PG
Genres: Angst, Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 09/05/2005
Last Updated: 09/05/2005
Status: completed

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.

Chapters

1. Need

1. Need

Need

Written By: Frostbite Panda

An Un-Betaed Work

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He was suddenly over come…with… he couldn't say. He couldn't think. He couldn't breathe. He simply sat, stunned, mortified, exhilarated… all of the above. He thought he might explode, implode, catch on fire, melt into the cushions of the sofa. He was numb, unknowing, uncaring, unanything to everything except the girl standing before him. His brain was fizzing, his heart pounding, his lungs constricting, his stomach dissolving.

He had to move, to breathe, to do anything… he thought his legs had suddenly fused to the floor, his hands to his book. His eyes were watering rapidly… it might've had something to do with the fact that he hadn't blinked in several minuets.

“Harry…?”

Harry… so that was his name. Wretchedly common name… but it didn't matter… it sounded like the most wonderful name in the world coming from her lips.

Something fired in his overwrought brain and he shakily raised a hand. She instantly filled his palm with hers. He looked at their interweaved fingers. Lovely… how very nice… her fingers twisted around his own.

His lip trembled. Wait… trembled? No… that was so very unman-like… shook, quivered, twitched…

Fuck it.

He pulled her into his arms with a wild, jerking motion. He was vaguely concerned that he had pulled her arm right out of the socket… but her body, pressed against his own, her arms, draped about his shoulders, her frame, so very small and delicate, laying easily in his arms pushed all other thoughts from his mind. He grabbed at her with a panicky urgency, his hands on her shoulders, clutching her back, sliding over her neck, fisting in her hair, falling at her hips… he had to make sure she was there… that she was real.

She was warm… so very warm.

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. All he felt was this warmth… all this warmth….

He held her tighter, tears that had been falling for quite awhile falling onto her neck. He felt her soft breath upon his own. He couldn't begin to think. He couldn't begin to do anything. All he knew was that he was fighting to get the air to his lungs for it seemed that this wave of something had taken over his basic life functions as well. His tears were hot, his hands shaking. He fell against the back of the sofa, bringing her with him. Her… her soft, brown hair, always out of control, like his own, her bright chocolate eyes that told him everything that he wanted and needed to be told with one glace, her small, pink lips, her slender, ink stained hands, her smell of parchment and pumpkin, her body, her soul… He bought her with him as he fell against the back of that sofa, this tsunami of feeling weakening him… brought him to his very knees.

And she stayed. Lean arms about his neck, small, pink lips kissing his temple, slender, ink stained hands stroking his hair.

He wanted to do something. He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to get down on one knee. He wanted to say something. He wanted to simply fall asleep and wait this out. He wanted to climb inside her and mold himself to her. He wanted to do all this, but didn't. He couldn't. He simply sat and cried. Holding her. Arms moving, hands trying to memorize each crease in her back, the swell of her hips, the curve of her neck.

“I need you so much closer.”

The words came without any warning… They were so unexpected in fact, that he wasn't sure who had said it at first. Until he realized that it was his voice hanging in the air, his voice ringing in his ears.

The words swirled and ebbed, taking on a life of their own.

It was truth. It was the truth that made those words live. He didn't think he could ever have uttered a more truthful statement in his life.

Except…

“I love you.”

She had said it for him, whispered in his ear… intended only for him. No one else. No one ever.

He exhaled mightily and she laughed quietly. A sound he thought he'd never get enough of hearing.

“I guess I can wait to go to the library tomorrow.”

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The Atlantic was born today

And I'll tell you how

The clouds above opened up

And let it out

I was standing on the surface of a perforated sphere

When the water filled every hole

And thousands upon thousands made an ocean

Making islands where no

Islands should go

Oh, no…

Those people were overjoyed

They took to their boats

I thought it less like a lake

And more like a moat

The rhythm of my footsteps

Crossing flood lands to your door

Have been silenced

Forever more

And the distance is quite simply much too far for me to row

It seems farther

Than ever before

Oh, no…

I need you so much closer…

-- Transatlanticnism Death Cab for Cutie

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Author's Notes: This is a completely spontaneous bit that I wrote in about 10 minutes flat. It's one of those pieces that just comes out. You don't even think about it. The words just come out your fingers almost.

The last line was intended to tell you what spurred Harry's sudden lapse of sanity. I think that Harry would be liable to sudden spells like that.. considering the situation he's in.

The whole story was inspired by one line in Death Cab for Cutie's Transatlanticnism. That song, quite frankly, makes my insides melt right down into my feet. It's amazing really.

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