Hey guys, Archie here. So, I’m in this crazy lovey-dovey mood right now…it’s almost sickening. I feel so in love…crazy stuff. Anyway, so I decided to write something about it. This is from Hermione’s POV. The chapter it MAD short…but that’s how all the chapters for this story will be. I’ll probably get quite a few done tonight (I have 2 done at the moment), but this isn’t meant to be a long drawn out fic. It’s basically Hermione reflecting on her relationship with Harry and how things came about. Warning: very unlike a lot of most of my writing. This isn’t very detailed or anything, but, for Hermione, it’s so difficult to put details on love. It’s just…there.
I hope you enjoy!!!
No Words
“Not good enough.” I mutter, shaking my head. I can’t find the word to describe it. Does such a word even exist? How do I portray such bliss? Is that what this is? Is it ‘bliss’? Is that word even effective enough? I quickly flip through the dictionary in my hands to find the correct definition of bliss. Sure, I know what it means, but I want the exact meaning.
Bliss--noun:
1. supreme happiness; utter joy or contentment: wedded bliss.
2. Theology. The joy of heaven
3. Heaven; paradise: the road to eternal bliss
4. Archaic. A cause of great joy or happiness.
‘Heaven?’ ‘Supreme happiness?’ Were those words good enough? No, this is so much more. It is…it is…amazing? No…it is…
How can I depict the feelings he gives me? How can I describe all the flirting and dancing around each other? Gosh, we both knew what we wanted. He liked me, there was no doubt. He was so obvious. Was I that obvious? Some people saw it. We were just so close…it never felt weird to lean against each other or wrestle around for something as stupid as a picture. It was only a matter of time before our friendship became so much more.
Did he want it? Yes, yes he did.
Did I want it? Honestly, it scared the bloody hell out of me. He was my best friend! How could I just alter such an amazing friendship? What if it didn’t work out? What if things changed and--Oh Gods, I wanted it so bad! Who am I trying to kid?
Want? Does that describe it right? Did I want this? Or is it yearn? Need? Desire-to-the-fullest-extent?! Great Wizards!…words are so confusing sometimes!
‘Butterflies in the tummy?’ No…I never felt/feel those. He didn’t make me nervous. My palms always remained dry and cool. It is all so much more than that!
Text from our crawl of the site, 25 November 2014.