an honest mistake
A HariPo freeverse piece
by mew-tsubaki
Note: The Harry Potter characters belong to J.K. Rowling, not to me. This pairing is a Mew and Mor's Weird Pairing, which you may find in the M&MWP forum (see my profile for details). Check out and join the forum FUN! Read, review, and enjoy! Originally written for Morghen.
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In the !heat! of the night,
a witch walks home
(What's the use of flying?)
((She's too tired to Apparate))
(((If only someone would .c_a_r_r_y. her home)))
She doesn't quite care much
Her day has been as b-b-bla…n…d as the last
Even on a hot summer's night,
nothing will »penetrate« her icy exterior
[Because there's a difference between wanting to be ~carried~ home
&& not wanting aNyOnE to touch her]
Y'know, she didn't used to be an ice sculpture
But gone are the days of youth
Gone are the times of :)fun(: with Cho
Gone are the moments when all that mattered was waking up in a four-poster with
S•A•P•P•H•I•R•E
curtains, not
e_m_e_r_a_l_d
ones
Ah, yes. Youth. ;)
Marietta sneaks (don't you laugh!) into the pub on the way home
.::one drink ought to do::.
And then… &&then…
A whisper
A whisper, a hello, a "how are you?"
&&a stranger has never seemed so
-p-l-e-a-s-a-n-t-l-y-
familiar
A little hard around the edges,
A bit gruff,
But handsome (nevertheless)
Clearly in her right mind (because she had one sip of her ¤firewhiskey¤ before he appeared),
she asks for one night
NO names
NO pasts
NO l o v e
[Because what's a girl supposed to do when her physical needs are the
L|a-s.t~
things on her
« m_i_n_d » ?]
Yet...things get
EeRiE 8D
when that breath—melds with hers too easily
when that touch—!knows! her body too well
when her reactions—*come* too quickly to his movements&&some unfamiliar object in her chest starts
B-b-B-b-B-beating-ing-ing
again
¡Oh no!
It's déjà vu!
And all she sees are green, green curtains…
Never blue.
She wants to stay the morning
Hell, she wants to sleep at night
~but~
it's just—too easy to fall asleep in these arms
[These arms that she knows and did know and if :}Lady Luck{: has her way will always make her know]
His f-r-i-n-g-e falls in his eyes
&&Mari is reminded of a time
when she looked into those ?traitorous? eyes
and said his name ("Graham!")
He breathes
-something inaudible at first-
But then her ears catch it…
"M A R I…"
...
•
•
•
Oh, revered Rowena!
How can she stay |now|?
…
How can she go?
It's agony, trying to fall zzzasleepzzz
But she does
&&though she NEVER wants to wake up to the dream?nightmare?
She does
But his eyes open at the ( ( dawn ) )
&&he watches her breathe
He knew it from second one
[and he was sorry he'd let her go in their school years]
But even if he's not going to mean much to her after tonight…
Graham Montague won't let her see this as a mistake
He's _not_ going to let her go
.::this time::.
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Ah, how fun it is to write an FV when you're waiting for a class to start! So much for my first day of uni. ;P Hope you enjoyed this anyway; I think I might do even another one with them, hmmm… Prompts came from Morghen: nonchalant, sapphire, ice, & déjà vu. w00t, they were a help! …I just realized—I wrote this almost exactly a year after the first Mariettague! :+
Thanks for reading, and please review!
-mew-tsubaki ;)
2017 note: Oh, what fun. :D I like documenting milestones in my A/Ns (story number, where I was in my education, etc), and I forgot when I wrote this. XD Of course, now looking at the file's data, I see. XDDD Anyway, I like the mood of this one, very cautious, I think? Honestly, I just love Marietta and trying to redeem her. -w-