A/N: This is a little something I beat out a couple of minutes ago. It's short but sweet. Enjoy :)
Disclaimer: Unfortunately nothing but the sweet idea belongs to me.
It's Meant To Be Golden
The silence is deafening. Nothing can slice through it as I stalk around the hallways, purposely stamping my feet on the stone floor and running my wand down the brick walls so that someone, anything, can make a noise.
It's meant to be golden but at this exact moment in time, I'm not treasuring it like I would a gold Galleon.
He's at another Quidditch match (one that I can't appear to be particularly bothered with in public - in actual fact I'd give anything to be cheering him on) and I'm alone. I could easily go to the library and embrace the silence there or traipse to the Owlery to write Mother a letter but I feel as though I need to stay within the halls and wait for him.
The silence is deafening though.
He takes the mickey out of me for acting so melodramatic because he's away for a measly Quidditch match but it's much more to me than he expects - as students, we're together in literally every lesson and when I'm on my own, it's eerie. Like there's no heartbeat or no sound. Just silence.
When he comes back from Qudditch, his green eyes glowing behind dirty glasses, he'll tut at me and give me a big hug, a nice hug with no arms blocking our chests pressing together, and he'll produce Cauldron Cakes from his pocket when we're in our special alcove, crumbly and buttery just the way I like them because he knows that I retract into my shell when he's not around.
Truth is, and I don't think he knows this, when he's out there and I'm in here, I wear his socks and eat his favourite chocolate in an effort to be closer mentally, if not physically.
I hear my name bounce from the walls of the echoey corridors and suddenly the noise returns.
FIN.
