A/N: So I have only wrote one other fic before, but I have always wanted to write more. I'm not the best with long stories. So when I came across this challenge I thought it would be the best for me. The Challenge you say! Given 100 different words from languages/countries/cultures write 100 stories each one revolving around one of the words. So for me 100 drabbles or one shots, time consuming, but sweet stress relief for me.
The first word: trygghet- (n.) safety and security, with a calm, cozy, peaceful feeling from all uncomfortable or unpleasant things in one's job, home and family [swedish]
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, I just like to play with the characters.
~Starbuck
It didn't matter how we reconnected only that we did. Although I know he will never voice his feelings, I know that they are there. When he made sure to connect the floo in my apartment to the floo in his private rooms, it was the first time I felt peaceful. Work is stressful, and wedding planning with Ginny is uncomfortable because I have never been that girly, plus the pressure to find someone and settle down.
I am happy where I am. I am happy with him. No one needs to know why I feel safe and secure, but just be happy that I am. I am afraid that once everyone knows, knows about us, the depression will come back.
But here, curled up on his bed, reading one of his potions books, while he is grading papers. This is what grounds me. This is what keeps me coming back, he is a calming drought for the soul. A calming drought which only he can brew.