Disclaimer: I don't own HP :)
A/N: Hey guys. Wrote this in about an hour. Tried to keep it simple. I hope everyone can guess who the two are by the end of the story! Enjoy.
We're sitting by the lake. Our hands are mere inches apart, spread wide behind us to support our weight as we lounge in the fresh green grass. His long legs are outstretched while mine are crossed underneath my skirt. The bright, brilliant sunshine makes me squint and takes away all the worries on my mind. We are here together for the moment and that's what I'll take.
We're talking. Mumbling and laughing about nothing in particular. The weather comes up, then homework, and soon after summer break. It's spring, after all, and that's the only thing on his mind. While I'm fraught about exams, he's got his head out the window and all the way into the clouds. I tell him I'm jealous that he can just laze and he scoffs. We fall silent and stare into the shimmering water that keeps rolling back to the shore.
The breeze blows through our hair and takes with it all our words. My curls end up all over my face, caught on my ears and nose and eyelids. It takes a while to push them all back to where they belong and I blush as my fingers rip shakily through the strands. My eyes dart up and catch his for an instant. He smiles and turns away.
He says the extra sunshine really brings out the tiny freckles across my nose. My blush deepens. I tell him the same thing and it makes him chuckle. I can feel his laugh from where I am and it makes me happy. I hardly ever feel content and the fact he can bring it up so easily makes my heart jump. I'm scared, but excited.
It's then that I feel the tips of his fingers brush slowly against the back of my hand. I quickly look at him again, but he's still staring into the water. There's a small, hesitant smile playing on his lips and I can tell he's almost as nervous as I am. I don't move my hand closer, but I don't move it away. I hope he takes that as a good sign.
We sit, frozen, in this same position for a while. My arms are aching for relief, but I refuse to move. It would mean shifting away from our touch and I won't do it.
There's a call from far behind us. Our heads jerk backwards at the same time and I feel his hand escape from mine. There's a boy calling for him, beckoning him with wide circles of his arms to come and play a pick-up game with him and the group of stocky boys behind him. His smile practically splits his face and it is then that I know I've lost him. He looks at me, as if to apologize, and then draws himself up quickly. I catch a glimpse of his dirty trainers sprinting away before looking at my fingernails.
I want to sit and stare for a while longer – try to play my abandonment off as nothing more than trivial. That I meant to sit alone by the lake on a beautiful Saturday was completely intentional. It's very hard. Disappointment settles in my heart, but I know that I couldn't have kept him with me much longer anyway.
Minutes pass and I find myself lost. I heave a sigh and stand. I brush off the grass from the back of my legs and begin walking towards the building. On my way I see him and the other boys tossing around a ball. I watch him out of the corner of my eye. He sees me and waves guiltily, his expression remorseful. I wave back and keep walking.
It was nice just for a while.
A/N: I didn't realize that there wasn't any names until I was doing my editing, but I sort of like it better this way. It could be any couple, but I think that you've got a strong idea of who it may be. It's short, yes, but so was their moment.
Have a great day, everyone!
Katie
