Tag for the fifth book...takes place in the infirmary after the Ministry of Magic, with Luna not yet released. HarryLuna all the way! )
...A...
...Green to Grey...
"Why did you come with?"
Grey eyes blink
She sighs
softly
He squeezes her hand underneath
his own.
"It wasn't your job,"
he whispers
and she smiles--
"Was it your job to
teach us?"
his lips
quirk
and he shakes his head
"Desperate times..." he
quotes
Hating to see her
pale
on white infirmary sheets but
she catches his
gaze
Grey to green
"I'll be out soon,"
and when he nods but
looks away
she twitches her
Hand
"I'm fine, you don't have to worry."
He nods
dully, automatically,
"Not worried,"
and she shakes her head with a
cheshire smile
"'Course not."
His fingers drum on the
black cloth of his
cloak
"But why did you come?"
--Why--
His words an echo
unwilling to let go
of the pain, guilt he
feels.
"Harry," she breathes,
Grey eyes flutter and green eyes
meet them
Now
unrelenting and sorrowful.
"You couldn't have stopped me,"
she frowns and
for a moment she
believes
herself enough to
Almost
convince him.
"I should have,"
he mutters
--Should have--
Angry at himself
and she pulls her
Hand back.
"I lost my mother, too,"
she whispers and he
Flinches as if he were
Struck.
"I didn't forget,"
he tells her
Desperate, now,
to not be thought
Cruel, uncaring, by
Her as well--
"Never would have forgotten."
Lines on her forehead
smooth
and she smiles dreamily once more.
"I know."
Nervous hands pull on black fabric as he
fights and
fails to stop the
Inevitable question.
"But why did you come with?"
Pale hands smooth the white infirmary sheets and then
Grey meets
Green
fleetingly--
--forever.
--why did you come with?--
"Harry," she smiles, softly, lips turning upward and waiting for a
sign.
"Isn't it obvious?"
Unsteady hands run through black hair
lightning strike--mark of destiny--exposed for an instant.
She does not flinch--
stare--
question--
urge--
She does not see.
He watches her eyes
Green to grey
and sees them drift
Down
his face to rest upon his half-open lips before drifting back
Grey to green
half-question, half-request.
--Isn't it obvious?--
He smiles, then, and his hand crawls forward,
recapturing its prey.
--"Isn't it obvious?"--
he whispers softly
an answer to an unasked question.
he leans forward and her
eyes flutter shut
Hand tightens in his
and their
Colors fade.