Inside a cupboard

INSIDE A CUPBOARD

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter and any of the elements of J K Rowling’s world.

Locked.

Harry and Hermione were locked in a cupboard.

How the hell that happened?

Oh, of course... Ginny and Ron.

They locked them in that cupboard with Neville and Luna’s help.

But... why?

Harry and Hermione had nothing to talk about.

In fact, they hadn’t talked that much lately.

Not since that afternoon, in which their relationship changed...because of a kiss.

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-Flashback-

His tongue covered her full lips.

How the hell that happened?

They were laughing one moment, and the next they were lost in a delicious kiss.

It was crazy; they were friends, only friends, nothing more.

But, oh my God, how good it felt to be in each other’s arms, under the stars of a warm spring night.

Their hands ran all over their bodies, trying to memorise every little thing while they ate the other with hungry kisses in the middle of the Forbidden Forest, while they just enjoyed the kiss they had wanted for such a long time.

But a noise woke them up from the dream, and jumped apart.

Guilty looks, looks of regret...

Confused looks, looks of want...

Want of a lot more.

-End of Flashback-

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Since that night they hadn’t exchanged any words, except for the always polite ‘good morning’ and ‘good night’.

Of course Ron and Ginny noticed they were uncomfortable when they were in the same room.

And as their friends, they asked Hermione to tell them what had happened between her and Harry... and they had a hard time getting some juicy details out of Harry. They had work to do to open their eyes to love.

As their friends, they had to take care of it.

And they would sort it out.

Luna helped, so did Neville, since he felt he was somewhat in debt with Harry.

And armed with their wands, they locked the couple in a cupboard.

They wouldn’t go out until everything had been straighten up.

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No need for words.

Why, if their eyes said everything!

Passion, lust, want, desire, confusion, hope... love.

Lots of love.

No need for big words.

Why, if their bodies said everything!

They got closer, their breaths mingles, and their lips touched.

In a cupboard, surrounded by rubbish, which that night became the silent witness of their love.

No need for words.

Why, if their souls said everything!

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A sigh escaped through my parted lips.

At last my dear son had found his happiness, his love.

I knew it was going to be all right.

My dear son had taken care of that.

And with a last look, I saw my son holding his new born daughter in his arms, sitting on a bed beside his lovely wife, and I thought I could leave.

After so many years, I saw the light.

And, for the last time, I whispered: ‘I love you, Harry.’

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Harry turned around to look at his wife, who had the largest smile on her face, despite the tiredness she was surely feeling after so many hours of delivery..

“Lily... that’s her name...”

Author’s note: I have translated this story from one I had written in Spanish a long time ago. The main couple was another, and I have changed a few things.

I wrote this to try something: style, paragraphs, point of view... and I have practice the third person from the beyond!

And a happy ending, as always... I’m such an idealist.

Lots of hugs and kisses, and send me lots of reviews.

Mery