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A/N: This is just a collection of random ficlets that pop into my mind, all of which are of the Harry/Hermione pairing and very short. Don't be surprised if they don't make any sense, my mind rarely does. I'll probably update it sporadically, just whenever I happen to get a few more ficlets written. I hope you have a good read and have a nice day!
Dedication: To everyone who read my first story and made me feel welcome to the site as an author. Your reviews mean a lot to me.
Life
I can feel him deep within my soul. When my eyes are closed I feel his hands gliding over my body, not quite touching me…never touching me. His lips hover above mine and I know if I just moved my lips the barest of an inch they'd meet; but no, they never meet. How can you feel what is but just a memory of moments passed? His body is dead, but his soul still haunts me.
His scent lingers, along with the image of his lifeless eyes. Eyes that follow me in my dreams…my nightmares. I wake up sweating each night, feeling the gut wrenching sorrow that his death has brought on. Remembering the caresses of his body only serve to kill me slowly. My life is slipping away from me; bit by bit, piece by piece. There's nothing I can do to stop it. I'm just waiting for the day that I simply cease to live anymore. If you could even call what I'm doing now living that is. Existing would be a better term, going through the motions of life but never truly living it.
For what is life without Harry?
Lies
Sometimes she believes that their sense of honor is too strong, that their loyalty runs too deep. They'd sacrifice their lives, their hearts, and their souls for those of their friends. Is that truly the right thing to do though? Should they have to sacrifice their love, the very core of their being, simply to spare their friends a few moments of heartache? By keeping themselves, soul mates, away from one another, is that not also keeping their significant others from their second halves as well? Why must they give up true happiness just so others can experience it? Are they not deserving of it? They've saved the world, on many occasions, yet they still do not have the freedom of being together. Is it deceitful for them to lay with others, while their hearts lie with one another? Is it wrong for them to kiss with their eyes closed, as it makes it easier to imagine one another's lips instead of those they are caressing?
In the end, when all the lies were unfolded and the truth was brought forth, was it worth it? Their sacrifices did not stop the heartache that most assuredly came; they just made it run deeper. For betrayal never tasted so bitter.
Burn
Your body moves in time with his and you don't think you have ever felt your heart beating as fast as it is in this moment. You discover that you've never quite realized just how electric his touch his. You can feel your body burning wherever he caresses you, leaving invisible scars along his path. Never again will you be able to look at yourself and not remember what his hands felt gliding over you.
His lips dance across your neck down to the hollow of your collarbone, leaving a tingling wetness behind. You can feel yourself reaching the edge, swimming on the cusp of oblivion. The flick of his fingers and a swipe of his tongue is what send you over the edge. Your head falls back, lips parted in a silent moan. Your back arches, eyes wide and glazed. You feel him follow you into the path of ecstasy moments later and you hear your name fall from his lips. Forever you will remember this moment: his lips, his hands, his taste, his voice. Every sigh and every moan is burned into your soul. Never will the sound of your name falling from his lips sound as sweet.
Three Words
They never talk about it. It's always there though, right in front of them: touches, glances…secret kisses when no one is looking. They act as if nothing is happening between them, but they both know that's a lie. They refuse to admit it, but they're completely in love with one another. They begin to find it ridiculous. Why is it that they can't simply tell one another how they feel? It's not as if they believe the other doesn't feel the same, it's become quite obvious that any and all feelings they have are definitely requited. So why do they continue to ignore it, pretend that nothing is happening? There's nothing standing in their way now: no psychotic dark lord trying to kill them every chance he gets, no jealous best friend or ex-girlfriend to worry about. So what's holding them back?
They begin to think that maybe they're scared, not of what they're feeling, but that if they let it out into the open then it might disappear. They've hidden it for months now; kept it so deep inside of them that no one, but each other that is, could see. They show one another through their eyes, hands, lips, tongues…everything but the three little words that never get said. They begin to wonder whatever happened to that Gryffindor bravery everyone was always going on about. They could face a crazy dark lord together, but yet saying three little words scares them shitless.
They start to tire of the façade: the pretending, ignoring, secrecy. So one day, he decides to risk it and tell her how he feels.
"I love you," three simple words falling from his lips without any hesitancy.
She waits for the world to crumble around her; for him to realize that now that he's said it he really doesn't feel it, that he was just caught up in the excitement of the secrecy of it all. Nothing follows his admission but silence though and when she looks into his eyes she sees everything that she's seen for the past months and she knows it's real.
No longer afraid, she tells him what she's known for months now, "I love you."
A/N2: Thanks for reading! `Elisabeth
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