Special Thanks: to Ruffin (blankpage on for being my beta on the first four installments. You're my hero, yet… not. Lol.
Disclaimer: Characters and original scenes belong to JK Rowling, but that doesn't mean I can't play in my free time for free.
A/N: Takes place while the Trio is on the hunt for the Horcruxes, post-Grimmauld Place. This is a ten one-shot series for LJ's 10themes community.
Rough
Rough. That's the first thing she notices about his hands when she first holds them. They were downstairs, both sitting in silence in front of the unused fireplace. He had been the first to speak. His voice was deep and broken as he spoke of the fears he had of anyone in his family dying, of dying himself. She wanted to reassure him that they'd all be safe, but the words never came. How could she speak of things she was unsure of herself? Instead, she opted to hold his hands in an attempt to show him that she shared his fears, but that she was here for him to turn to.
His face fell, eyes peering at their joined hands behind heavy lids. She watched him as he licked his lips and opened his mouth to say something and close it again. She loved the way his fingers felt against hers as his skin met hers in an introductory dance of sorts. There was a sort of safety she felt in his presence. She was just her and he was just him and the weren't anyone's brother or best friend or son or daughter or neighbor or classmate. They just were and it was an amazing feeling.
Blue eyes met brown once again.
"We'd be good together," he spoke.
"Amazing," she agreed.
"When this is over—"
"I'd like that."