An Overdue Intrusion
It would be presumptive to show up after all these years, uninvited, unexpected, and unwelcome.
But I wanted the truth. I had to see proof of her happiness before I could leave without her.
Unobserved, I watched Weasley laugh with her.
I entered the room, muddy rain-soaked boots leaving unforgivable blemishes on the Granger's pristine white carpet.
The party halted.
Hermione turned and spotted the man responsible for interrupting the festivities.
The shock on her face made me wonder- should I have stayed away?
Disentangling herself from the red-head, she rushed towards the door-
-into my arms.
I was home.
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I wrote this ten minutes after telling a reviewer that I was afraid I would never get more short stories out. The irony…
Thanks bunches to my two friends who helped me edit it down to 100 words.
The idea actually came into my head after hearing the first two lines of Garth Brooks' Friends in Low Places. I had the story written even before the song was done. :) The funny thing is, I only heard the first few lines before I wrote it, then going back to look at the lyrics I realized more than just those lines apply. He he.
"Blame it all on my roots/I showed up in boots/And ruined your black tie affair…"