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quirkysmuseTheme: Turning Point
Title: The Estranged Hero
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Harry/Hermione
Summary:
The Estranged Hero
All those years of fighting for his life, it really didn't matter anymore. If Lethargy was a spell, he felt he was now under it. He had lost so much that he feared to ever keep anything anymore.
Darkness was still out there even if Voldemort was dead. But evil lived within everyone.
Evil also lived within him. And he could succumb to this evil someday and hurt them. He could hurt her.
He stroked her bare arm before absently kissing the top of her head. He reached up and ran his fingers through her bushy hair. He saw her smile and then release a small moan of contentment.
He didn’t want any of them to find him. He tried to stay away from them, to protect them from evil – the evil that was now within him.
But last night she gave him everything.
“I’ve been so worried about you. You don’t seem like yourself.”
Ha! He hadn’t been himself for years, not since he ‘defeated’ his biggest foe only to find out this evil was now a part of himself. That’s when everything turned around – when Harry who was once noble and good had succumbed to symbiotic darkness. Then, he had to leave them all. It was the only way he could ‘save’ them.
But then he had to run into her.
“I can be anyone you want me to be, Harry. Just let me take the pain away.”
And she offered herself to him. After all those long years by himself in a life of loneliness, he suddenly had an urge to see everyone again. So he came back despite all the risks.
‘I can’t be around people knowing what’s inside me – knowing ‘who’s’ inside me,’ But he gave into weakness anyway.
She nuzzled against his bare chest, spreading butterfly kisses all over him in showers of desperate cohesion. He could tell her energy was rejuvenated again. And he so wanted to stay here and indulge her, but he couldn’t. He had to leave before he felt the emotions rise again – before he felt ‘him’ rise again.
“I have to go. Ron will be back soon, won’t he?” He kissed her again.
She nodded, undisturbed that he mentioned her husband. To her, Harry was apart of her just as much as Ron.
“I think you should refrain from mentioning I was here, Hermione.”
“Will I see you again?” she asked, watching him as he prepared to leave.
He turned around and quickly kissed her, delving his tongue past her lips and soaking in her heat. She whimpered, trying to respond to him with as much force as he gave her. He broke off quickly, leaving her dazed and hungry for more. She looked into his intense green eyes, finally seeing that they belonged to an entirely different man and not the old Harry that she knew.
“Good-bye.” And the man she also loved and looked like Harry but no longer was Harry was gone.
FIN
Theme: Love/Hate
Title: Crossing Enemy Lines
Rating PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Draco/Ginny
Summary: Enemies together in detention without the headmaster? Things could get ugly ...or worse, things could get hot! Obviously this takes place before the sixth book.
“NOT a word ...” Draco sneered at her. He was displeased, mainly because he was in trouble and had gotten caught. He was forced into a seat next to Ginny Weasely in Dumbledore’s cluttered office waiting to carry out their impromptu detention.
Ginny glared at him. She tried to inch her chair away from him, but couldn’t since Dumbledore’s office was full with mountains of packages, squeezing them uncomfortably close together.
“Where is that crazy coot?” Malfoy spat impatiently, kicking Dumbledore’s desk.
Ginny turned over to him. “Don’t call him that! He’s not a fruitcake like you!”
“A fruitcake! How dare a muggle lover like you call me that?”
“Oh stuff it! Where do you get off, prat? How dare you try to hex me! I didn’t do anything to you!” she fumed.
“Oh yes you did, you were born, you measly Weasley. You should be honored to be hexed by me.” He lifted his chin into the air.
“Why you!” She couldn’t control her temper any longer and threw a punch at him. He barely dodged it, and he grabbed her arm. Then, she lost her balance, tumbling onto him. He yelped when her knee jabbed into something sacred. He tried to reposition himself, but she just pounded at him. The rickety old chair gave way, and they toppled onto the floor. They both bellowed in curses. Boxes around the chairs tumbled over them creating a huge dusty mess.
“You stupid wench, get off!” he yelled, and then she gave him a hearty slug.
“You get your dirty leg off me, you filthy pervert!” she said squirming to regain her balance.
“Who’s a pervert? I wouldn’t touch you with a ten foot wand!”
“Yeah? Maybe you don’t like girls! Maybe you like after class sessions with Professor Snape!” She desperately tried freeing her leg from underneath him, and their disjointed squirming got them even more tangled. Plus it didn’t help that they kept whacking at each other.
“Why you! I’ll prove to you I like girls!” With all her squirming on top of him and all the banter, he was starting to feel pretty heated.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah!” And he didn’t know what possessed him, but he bent upward and kissed her. She froze in shock. With his moist frenetic tongue over hers, she inwardly wondered why she wasn’t disgusted.
So she kissed him back, straddling over him. He met her force with challenging power of his own and arched himself upward, continuing to dominate her mouth.
“Ahem ...” A voice interrupted them, and they finally came back to earth.
“I see while I was gone you two have settled your differences.”
Ginny flushed. Draco paled. They couldn’t have been more embarrassed. They were really put out when Dumbledore turned around and proceeded to leave them again. “Carry on.”
Ginny was almost ready to cry. Draco felt as though he betrayed his country. He pointed his digit at her as she slowly moved off of him. He sneered, “Not. A. Word.”
Title: The Estranged Hero
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Harry/Hermione
Summary:
The Estranged Hero
All those years of fighting for his life, it really didn't matter anymore. If Lethargy was a spell, he felt he was now under it. He had lost so much that he feared to ever keep anything anymore.
Darkness was still out there even if Voldemort was dead. But evil lived within everyone.
Evil also lived within him. And he could succumb to this evil someday and hurt them. He could hurt her.
He stroked her bare arm before absently kissing the top of her head. He reached up and ran his fingers through her bushy hair. He saw her smile and then release a small moan of contentment.
He didn’t want any of them to find him. He tried to stay away from them, to protect them from evil – the evil that was now within him.
But last night she gave him everything.
“I’ve been so worried about you. You don’t seem like yourself.”
Ha! He hadn’t been himself for years, not since he ‘defeated’ his biggest foe only to find out this evil was now a part of himself. That’s when everything turned around – when Harry who was once noble and good had succumbed to symbiotic darkness. Then, he had to leave them all. It was the only way he could ‘save’ them.
But then he had to run into her.
“I can be anyone you want me to be, Harry. Just let me take the pain away.”
And she offered herself to him. After all those long years by himself in a life of loneliness, he suddenly had an urge to see everyone again. So he came back despite all the risks.
‘I can’t be around people knowing what’s inside me – knowing ‘who’s’ inside me,’ But he gave into weakness anyway.
She nuzzled against his bare chest, spreading butterfly kisses all over him in showers of desperate cohesion. He could tell her energy was rejuvenated again. And he so wanted to stay here and indulge her, but he couldn’t. He had to leave before he felt the emotions rise again – before he felt ‘him’ rise again.
“I have to go. Ron will be back soon, won’t he?” He kissed her again.
She nodded, undisturbed that he mentioned her husband. To her, Harry was apart of her just as much as Ron.
“I think you should refrain from mentioning I was here, Hermione.”
“Will I see you again?” she asked, watching him as he prepared to leave.
He turned around and quickly kissed her, delving his tongue past her lips and soaking in her heat. She whimpered, trying to respond to him with as much force as he gave her. He broke off quickly, leaving her dazed and hungry for more. She looked into his intense green eyes, finally seeing that they belonged to an entirely different man and not the old Harry that she knew.
“Good-bye.” And the man she also loved and looked like Harry but no longer was Harry was gone.
FIN
Theme: Love/Hate
Title: Crossing Enemy Lines
Rating PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Draco/Ginny
Summary: Enemies together in detention without the headmaster? Things could get ugly ...or worse, things could get hot! Obviously this takes place before the sixth book.
“NOT a word ...” Draco sneered at her. He was displeased, mainly because he was in trouble and had gotten caught. He was forced into a seat next to Ginny Weasely in Dumbledore’s cluttered office waiting to carry out their impromptu detention.
Ginny glared at him. She tried to inch her chair away from him, but couldn’t since Dumbledore’s office was full with mountains of packages, squeezing them uncomfortably close together.
“Where is that crazy coot?” Malfoy spat impatiently, kicking Dumbledore’s desk.
Ginny turned over to him. “Don’t call him that! He’s not a fruitcake like you!”
“A fruitcake! How dare a muggle lover like you call me that?”
“Oh stuff it! Where do you get off, prat? How dare you try to hex me! I didn’t do anything to you!” she fumed.
“Oh yes you did, you were born, you measly Weasley. You should be honored to be hexed by me.” He lifted his chin into the air.
“Why you!” She couldn’t control her temper any longer and threw a punch at him. He barely dodged it, and he grabbed her arm. Then, she lost her balance, tumbling onto him. He yelped when her knee jabbed into something sacred. He tried to reposition himself, but she just pounded at him. The rickety old chair gave way, and they toppled onto the floor. They both bellowed in curses. Boxes around the chairs tumbled over them creating a huge dusty mess.
“You stupid wench, get off!” he yelled, and then she gave him a hearty slug.
“You get your dirty leg off me, you filthy pervert!” she said squirming to regain her balance.
“Who’s a pervert? I wouldn’t touch you with a ten foot wand!”
“Yeah? Maybe you don’t like girls! Maybe you like after class sessions with Professor Snape!” She desperately tried freeing her leg from underneath him, and their disjointed squirming got them even more tangled. Plus it didn’t help that they kept whacking at each other.
“Why you! I’ll prove to you I like girls!” With all her squirming on top of him and all the banter, he was starting to feel pretty heated.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah!” And he didn’t know what possessed him, but he bent upward and kissed her. She froze in shock. With his moist frenetic tongue over hers, she inwardly wondered why she wasn’t disgusted.
So she kissed him back, straddling over him. He met her force with challenging power of his own and arched himself upward, continuing to dominate her mouth.
“Ahem ...” A voice interrupted them, and they finally came back to earth.
“I see while I was gone you two have settled your differences.”
Ginny flushed. Draco paled. They couldn’t have been more embarrassed. They were really put out when Dumbledore turned around and proceeded to leave them again. “Carry on.”
Ginny was almost ready to cry. Draco felt as though he betrayed his country. He pointed his digit at her as she slowly moved off of him. He sneered, “Not. A. Word.”