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ayane_tsurugi) wrote2009-12-31 12:53 am
ayane_tsurugi) wrote2009-12-31 12:53 am
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She Hears Me (Draco/Luna, PG-13)
Title: She Hears Me
Author:ayane_tsurugi
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Draco/Luna
Word Count: 398
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are the property of J.K. Rowling, who is definitely not me. I make no money from my efforts here; I’m just playing around.
Warnings: Mild language, first person POV.
Summary: It was too damn hot to speak that much.
Author’s Notes: Written for Round 1, Challenge 2 at the Draco/Luna LDWS Competition on LJ.
It was the middle of summer when I awkwardly knocked on her front door, and her father showed me inside, regarding me with the same wariness I saw in every eye. But he let me in, which was more than I could expect, when my father had…well. Done what he’d done.
I walked up into her room, and she was lying on her bed with her shoes on and her hair splayed out on her pillow, staring at the ceiling. I followed her gaze and winced. Potter, Longbottom, Granger, Weasley, little Weasley. “Friends.” No room for a former Death Eater fuck-up like me in that world, the world of beautiful portraits painted on ceilings and contented stares from warm gray eyes that were so unlike the cold steel of mine.
All of the windows were open and hot air streamed through, suffocating me with every breath. As if talking wasn’t going to be hard enough.
She stared at me, and I sat on the edge of her bed uninvited. She had never invited me into her life, but there I was, struggling for words as sweat formed on the back of my neck.
I wanted to tell her how sorry I was. How I had wanted to save her a hundred times, but never been able to make my legs work. How her whispered, “I forgive you,” had been the only thing that got me to the final battle at all.
I wanted to tell her how fucking stupid I was for falling in love with a person I had no right to want, much less to need. But I did need her, far more than I had ever needed my father’s approval, my House’s respect, or the “power” I thought came along with following The Dark Lord.
I wanted to tell her that I loved her, and that she had every right not to love me, but I hoped she would anyway.
But it was too damn hot to speak that much.
So instead, I took her hand and squeezed, expecting her to pull it back and ask me to leave. But when she didn’t, and I felt a firm squeeze of my hand in return, my lips found hers and I knew that, as her fingers threaded through the back of my hair, whether I said it or not, she heard me.
I love you, Luna.
Author:
ayane_tsurugiRating: PG-13
Pairing: Draco/Luna
Word Count: 398
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are the property of J.K. Rowling, who is definitely not me. I make no money from my efforts here; I’m just playing around.
Warnings: Mild language, first person POV.
Summary: It was too damn hot to speak that much.
Author’s Notes: Written for Round 1, Challenge 2 at the Draco/Luna LDWS Competition on LJ.
It was the middle of summer when I awkwardly knocked on her front door, and her father showed me inside, regarding me with the same wariness I saw in every eye. But he let me in, which was more than I could expect, when my father had…well. Done what he’d done.
I walked up into her room, and she was lying on her bed with her shoes on and her hair splayed out on her pillow, staring at the ceiling. I followed her gaze and winced. Potter, Longbottom, Granger, Weasley, little Weasley. “Friends.” No room for a former Death Eater fuck-up like me in that world, the world of beautiful portraits painted on ceilings and contented stares from warm gray eyes that were so unlike the cold steel of mine.
All of the windows were open and hot air streamed through, suffocating me with every breath. As if talking wasn’t going to be hard enough.
She stared at me, and I sat on the edge of her bed uninvited. She had never invited me into her life, but there I was, struggling for words as sweat formed on the back of my neck.
I wanted to tell her how sorry I was. How I had wanted to save her a hundred times, but never been able to make my legs work. How her whispered, “I forgive you,” had been the only thing that got me to the final battle at all.
I wanted to tell her how fucking stupid I was for falling in love with a person I had no right to want, much less to need. But I did need her, far more than I had ever needed my father’s approval, my House’s respect, or the “power” I thought came along with following The Dark Lord.
I wanted to tell her that I loved her, and that she had every right not to love me, but I hoped she would anyway.
But it was too damn hot to speak that much.
So instead, I took her hand and squeezed, expecting her to pull it back and ask me to leave. But when she didn’t, and I felt a firm squeeze of my hand in return, my lips found hers and I knew that, as her fingers threaded through the back of my hair, whether I said it or not, she heard me.
I love you, Luna.