Fic Amnesty Day - About the Chase
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hh_writersblockTitle: About the Chase
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Characters/Pairing: Harry/Hermione.
Summary: This time I'm not leaving without you.
Word Count: 1006 words
Author's Notes: Yay h/hr
Registered purchases?: both
The day he arrives, they meet at a small pub just a block from her parents' house.
Their eyes meet as she removes her scarf and her breath gets caught up in her throat. He looks the same, like nothing's changed in the two weeks they haven't seen each other but she feels as if she hadn't seen him in years.
He looks tired, a little on the down side of sleep and she finds, at that very moment, that she misses that. Misses their sleepless nights, and their late night radio listening. The dark circles under his eyes.
She walks up to him and for once it isn't her that throws her arms around him. He crushes her in his arms and she breathes him in. Tears full of tears.
Because it makes no sense, she knows. How can she possibly miss the year they just had?
How does someone miss pain, she thinks.
His hands are warm. He wraps them around her own, cold ones. And she feels a familiarity, a sense of relief wash over her.
"I have missed you." he whispers in her ear and she melts from the inside out.
"Hermione," he says. Her name on his lips, inches from her ear and she feels at home.
There is a moment when she thinks maybe a lot of that isn't normal. She isn't supposed to miss the war or the horcrux hunting, or be aroused by her name in Harry's lips. But she does. And Australia is cold and exhausting and so far away from everything else that she thinks, maybe. Maybe this one time, maybe in this one place. She can have the luxury of not caring.
Harry's mouth tastes like whiskey and walking him back to her hotel is a blur that she can't be sure happened.
The lights outside her window go out while they're together and neither one of them notices.
Harry's lips are on hers, her lipstick on his face. Not one thing about it all feels foreign.
He looks down at her and in the small light that comes from the window, he runs his finger over her collarbone and up to her neck.
"I'm not leaving without you." he says.
He kisses her with determination that is almost violent. And she finds that nothing truly matters about kissing Harry back, so she kisses him back with a recklessness that could only belong to Gryffindor. She can't remember a time when anything made more sense than this with the possible exception of finding out she was a witch.
She wants all of him, and it makes all the sense in the world. For her to want Harry. For Harry to kiss her and love her like this. With an intensity and a passion that they alone understand. A moment so intense and so heavy that it fills all the holes from their cold, desperate camping. The warmth of Harry in her bed next to her puts away the cold of the winter in the forest, and the freezing breeze that would enter their tent in the nights.
He grabs her hand when she moves it above her head and holds her down.
It makes sense for her to feel this intensely for Harry. Because after all, she did choose the cold forest winter with him over anything else.
And she isn't afraid to know in her heart, that she would do it again.
She has become disassembled by him. Possibly by Australia too, but she can't tell the difference at this point. She misses nothing of her life in England and nothing of what they left behind ties them down. Ron's letters are piling up on the high table by her door but every time she walks in she stops only to look at herself in the mirror. Her face is almost unrecognizable these days. She has gotten used to the absence of the circles under her eyes and for the first time in years, she sleeps all nights. She smiles sometimes when she sees her own face in the mirror and she can't really recall the last time that happened.
Harry kisses her hello and she once again forgets about Ron's letters.
"Maybe," Harry says from the other side of the room. He stops.
His coat is still in his hand. His hair made even messier than usual by the wind outside. She sees him again smiling at her parent's dining table. Hears her mother whisper in her ear again. You are glowing, Hermione.
"Maybe," he begins again. "Maybe we should just stay here, Hermione."
She looks up at him.
How does this happen, she asks herself. How does it take them seven years and a foreign country to feel this liberated.
"Grow old." she replies.
She could do it again, she knows. Leaving all and everything behind for Harry. She did it for worse reasons than this. She would do it again for a war, for a cold winter in the forest. In a tent with just the both of them and a radio. She already knows that she could leave everything behind and be relieved to spend all her days in a forest with just Harry. She would do it so he could fight another ten wars. And writing back to Ron will be easier than hunting for Horcruxes.
So why in the world wouldn't she do it to spend her life with him?
"Maybe." She whispers back. There really is no reason not to, she thinks.
He walks up to her again, coat still in hand. He wraps his hand around her neck and kisses her. She throws her hand over his shoulder, her bag still in her hand. Her eyes are filled with tears as she kisses him back.
Maybe it is because it's Australia and it's far and away from everything. Maybe it's because there are no more wars or more horcruxes to get. Or maybe it's because it's just Harry.
She doesn't care. It's kinda always been Harry.
1006/30 = 33.53 = 34 points
+10 bonus points
44 points for Ravenclaw
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Characters/Pairing: Harry/Hermione.
Summary: This time I'm not leaving without you.
Word Count: 1006 words
Author's Notes: Yay h/hr
Registered purchases?: both
The day he arrives, they meet at a small pub just a block from her parents' house.
Their eyes meet as she removes her scarf and her breath gets caught up in her throat. He looks the same, like nothing's changed in the two weeks they haven't seen each other but she feels as if she hadn't seen him in years.
He looks tired, a little on the down side of sleep and she finds, at that very moment, that she misses that. Misses their sleepless nights, and their late night radio listening. The dark circles under his eyes.
She walks up to him and for once it isn't her that throws her arms around him. He crushes her in his arms and she breathes him in. Tears full of tears.
Because it makes no sense, she knows. How can she possibly miss the year they just had?
How does someone miss pain, she thinks.
His hands are warm. He wraps them around her own, cold ones. And she feels a familiarity, a sense of relief wash over her.
"I have missed you." he whispers in her ear and she melts from the inside out.
"Hermione," he says. Her name on his lips, inches from her ear and she feels at home.
There is a moment when she thinks maybe a lot of that isn't normal. She isn't supposed to miss the war or the horcrux hunting, or be aroused by her name in Harry's lips. But she does. And Australia is cold and exhausting and so far away from everything else that she thinks, maybe. Maybe this one time, maybe in this one place. She can have the luxury of not caring.
Harry's mouth tastes like whiskey and walking him back to her hotel is a blur that she can't be sure happened.
The lights outside her window go out while they're together and neither one of them notices.
Harry's lips are on hers, her lipstick on his face. Not one thing about it all feels foreign.
He looks down at her and in the small light that comes from the window, he runs his finger over her collarbone and up to her neck.
"I'm not leaving without you." he says.
He kisses her with determination that is almost violent. And she finds that nothing truly matters about kissing Harry back, so she kisses him back with a recklessness that could only belong to Gryffindor. She can't remember a time when anything made more sense than this with the possible exception of finding out she was a witch.
She wants all of him, and it makes all the sense in the world. For her to want Harry. For Harry to kiss her and love her like this. With an intensity and a passion that they alone understand. A moment so intense and so heavy that it fills all the holes from their cold, desperate camping. The warmth of Harry in her bed next to her puts away the cold of the winter in the forest, and the freezing breeze that would enter their tent in the nights.
He grabs her hand when she moves it above her head and holds her down.
It makes sense for her to feel this intensely for Harry. Because after all, she did choose the cold forest winter with him over anything else.
And she isn't afraid to know in her heart, that she would do it again.
She has become disassembled by him. Possibly by Australia too, but she can't tell the difference at this point. She misses nothing of her life in England and nothing of what they left behind ties them down. Ron's letters are piling up on the high table by her door but every time she walks in she stops only to look at herself in the mirror. Her face is almost unrecognizable these days. She has gotten used to the absence of the circles under her eyes and for the first time in years, she sleeps all nights. She smiles sometimes when she sees her own face in the mirror and she can't really recall the last time that happened.
Harry kisses her hello and she once again forgets about Ron's letters.
"Maybe," Harry says from the other side of the room. He stops.
His coat is still in his hand. His hair made even messier than usual by the wind outside. She sees him again smiling at her parent's dining table. Hears her mother whisper in her ear again. You are glowing, Hermione.
"Maybe," he begins again. "Maybe we should just stay here, Hermione."
She looks up at him.
How does this happen, she asks herself. How does it take them seven years and a foreign country to feel this liberated.
"Grow old." she replies.
She could do it again, she knows. Leaving all and everything behind for Harry. She did it for worse reasons than this. She would do it again for a war, for a cold winter in the forest. In a tent with just the both of them and a radio. She already knows that she could leave everything behind and be relieved to spend all her days in a forest with just Harry. She would do it so he could fight another ten wars. And writing back to Ron will be easier than hunting for Horcruxes.
So why in the world wouldn't she do it to spend her life with him?
"Maybe." She whispers back. There really is no reason not to, she thinks.
He walks up to her again, coat still in hand. He wraps his hand around her neck and kisses her. She throws her hand over his shoulder, her bag still in her hand. Her eyes are filled with tears as she kisses him back.
Maybe it is because it's Australia and it's far and away from everything. Maybe it's because there are no more wars or more horcruxes to get. Or maybe it's because it's just Harry.
She doesn't care. It's kinda always been Harry.
1006/30 = 33.53 = 34 points
+10 bonus points
44 points for Ravenclaw
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