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notworthyPeople Go Insane (I Can Tell You Why)
PG, 644 words
Harry Potter- Harry/Hermione/Ron, Harry/Ginny, Harry/Draco
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getaway_machine, like the other two were. This isn't so much as good as it is finished, after a nine month period of me not knowing what the hell to do with it.
Harry wasn’t sure if he was going insane or if he was dreaming. With him though, it might have been both.
Still. Hermione was standing in front of him, as beautiful and as exasperated looking as he remembered her. She even had both of her hands on her hips, and looked like she was about to scold him. He didn’t give her a chance to speak though- he reached his hand out forward, and expected her to disappear, like she always did when he dreamt about her.
His fingertips touched a warm cheek, and he could have cried.
“How-“ he began.
“Oh, Harry. Didn’t I tell you I wouldn’t leave you?” Hermione snapped, but she was smiling.
He pulled her close to him, burying his face in her hair. He was saying something, but the only thing that made sense was “Oh god,” and “you’re alive,” and “we got to find Ron.”
The last one was unneeded though, because as soon as the words were out of his mouth, he felt another pair of arms wrap around both of them. Ron’s body was shaking with suppressed sobs, and it took Harry a second to realize that so was his.
::::
He marries Ginny, and it’s a fantastic event. Between his money and Molly Weasley’s determination to make things go perfectly, of course it was. They find the perfect dress for Ginny even though she’s pregnant, and Ron is his Best Man, of course. (As perfectly as things can go- Luna was never Ginny’s choice for a Maid of Honor) Their roommates show up- even Seamus. Ginny smiles as she says “I do,” and he slides the ring on her finger.
He’s smiling. Of course he is, and he says “I do,” with perfect clarity. This is what he wants. This is what he needs. Ginny is everything, and he seals their forever with a kiss. He falls in love with her all over again, right then.
He can’t help feeling like all of them are in one big glass house though, and that all of them are stones.
::::
“You can’t keep doing this. It wasn’t supposed to be like this- you weren’t supposed to stay here. You needed to fight.”
Harry’s eyes opened at the soft voice. Malfoy was sitting at the edge of his bed, ignoring the fact that Ginny was cuddled close to Harry’s side. It was like he didn’t even see her.
“What?” Harry asked, his voice a whisper as well.
“This. You can’t let them do this to you,” Malfoy said, “You have to wake up.”
“No. No, this is right. This is how it should be,” he protested.
It made Malfoy smile sadly at him, and he looked as old as Harry felt. He moved up the bed so that he could lean down and kiss Harry- soft and almost sweetly, like-
Like he was never going to do it again.
Harry pushed that last thought away, both of his arms going around Malfoy’s neck. He had moved his arms with the intention to push Malfoy away, but instead he was kissing him back, trying to memorize the weight and feel and everything-
Well. Old habits, and all that.
“Please. Just get up.”
::::
There’s a soft giggle by his ears, and then he finally-
He finally really wakes up, and Bellatrix is in front of him, the crazy glint in her eyes on full force. He can’t move, but the panic doesn’t sink in. He’s not afraid of her, and he hopes it shows.
He is not afraid. There’s so much to loose, so much to gain, so much that he will never even have. Malfoy showed him that- how, Harry isn’t sure, but he knows that it was him.
“He’s awake,” Bellatrix calls out softly.
And he is.
PG, 644 words
Harry Potter- Harry/Hermione/Ron, Harry/Ginny, Harry/Draco
The title comes from Audioslave's Shadow of the Sun. And at heart, this is for
getaway_machine, like the other two were. This isn't so much as good as it is finished, after a nine month period of me not knowing what the hell to do with it. Harry wasn’t sure if he was going insane or if he was dreaming. With him though, it might have been both.
Still. Hermione was standing in front of him, as beautiful and as exasperated looking as he remembered her. She even had both of her hands on her hips, and looked like she was about to scold him. He didn’t give her a chance to speak though- he reached his hand out forward, and expected her to disappear, like she always did when he dreamt about her.
His fingertips touched a warm cheek, and he could have cried.
“How-“ he began.
“Oh, Harry. Didn’t I tell you I wouldn’t leave you?” Hermione snapped, but she was smiling.
He pulled her close to him, burying his face in her hair. He was saying something, but the only thing that made sense was “Oh god,” and “you’re alive,” and “we got to find Ron.”
The last one was unneeded though, because as soon as the words were out of his mouth, he felt another pair of arms wrap around both of them. Ron’s body was shaking with suppressed sobs, and it took Harry a second to realize that so was his.
::::
He marries Ginny, and it’s a fantastic event. Between his money and Molly Weasley’s determination to make things go perfectly, of course it was. They find the perfect dress for Ginny even though she’s pregnant, and Ron is his Best Man, of course. (As perfectly as things can go- Luna was never Ginny’s choice for a Maid of Honor) Their roommates show up- even Seamus. Ginny smiles as she says “I do,” and he slides the ring on her finger.
He’s smiling. Of course he is, and he says “I do,” with perfect clarity. This is what he wants. This is what he needs. Ginny is everything, and he seals their forever with a kiss. He falls in love with her all over again, right then.
He can’t help feeling like all of them are in one big glass house though, and that all of them are stones.
::::
“You can’t keep doing this. It wasn’t supposed to be like this- you weren’t supposed to stay here. You needed to fight.”
Harry’s eyes opened at the soft voice. Malfoy was sitting at the edge of his bed, ignoring the fact that Ginny was cuddled close to Harry’s side. It was like he didn’t even see her.
“What?” Harry asked, his voice a whisper as well.
“This. You can’t let them do this to you,” Malfoy said, “You have to wake up.”
“No. No, this is right. This is how it should be,” he protested.
It made Malfoy smile sadly at him, and he looked as old as Harry felt. He moved up the bed so that he could lean down and kiss Harry- soft and almost sweetly, like-
Like he was never going to do it again.
Harry pushed that last thought away, both of his arms going around Malfoy’s neck. He had moved his arms with the intention to push Malfoy away, but instead he was kissing him back, trying to memorize the weight and feel and everything-
Well. Old habits, and all that.
“Please. Just get up.”
::::
There’s a soft giggle by his ears, and then he finally-
He finally really wakes up, and Bellatrix is in front of him, the crazy glint in her eyes on full force. He can’t move, but the panic doesn’t sink in. He’s not afraid of her, and he hopes it shows.
He is not afraid. There’s so much to loose, so much to gain, so much that he will never even have. Malfoy showed him that- how, Harry isn’t sure, but he knows that it was him.
“He’s awake,” Bellatrix calls out softly.
And he is.
