A/N This is a jkr fanfiction and everything in the story, except Maisse Pottinger, belongs to her and her brilliant mind.
I originally wrote this as a one shot. This takes place between Chapters 21 and 22 in the Story The Journey Home. As that story is written from Charlie's POV, I didn't want to include this.
Thoughts are reviews are appreciated!
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Pitter-patter. Plip plop
She sat on the seat of her oversized shower. The water beat on her head falling, cascading down her body. Her eyes were closed, her face serene.
Pitter-patter. Plip plop
Water. She loved water. The water of the shower; the sound of the water at the ocean, breaking on the shore, the babbling of a creek, the rushing of a waterfall; all water, any water. She even loved the sound water made coming out of the facet in the kitchen. Water. Clean, pure. Made life, was life, gave life, took life.
When ever she needed to think, this is where she went. To water. She preferred the coast or a lake, but when that wasn't available, like now, her shower would suffice. In some was, it was better, she could almost imagine her problems, thoughts swirling down the drain. She cleared her mind.
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As much as she tried to keep her mind blank, she couldn't. Visions of his face were front and center, her new boyfriend, her first boyfriend. His slightly too long red hair, freckled face, square jaw, smoky brown eyes wouldn't leave her mind. When she concentrated she could pull his face from her mind. When she didn't her mind pushed his face front and center; reminding her how safe she felt with his large muscular arms around her, his well defined chest felt under her hands. She tried again to pull his face from her mind, unsuccessfully, so she gave up and let the visions and memories overwhelm her.
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She slid off the seat onto the floor of the shower the water pelting her body. The black abyss of her mind was opening. She knew how this would end. Her mind would eventually shut everything out as she lay there, it would swallow everything up until there was nothing, no memories, no sounds, no feelings. Then he would come. Until then, her mind raced.
What was she doing with him? She'd been at the top of her class until meeting him. Now her future as a Healer was in jeopardy. She'd worked so hard for this, fought her father and won over this and now risked losing everything because of him. He would never want that, if he knew. She wouldn't tell him.
What was she doing with him? He could potential have a child. A child he knew nothing about. OR did he? And just didn't want anything to do with the boy? Who has a baby and doesn't know it? The man does, or did, have quite a reputation. While she didn't live in the same town with him, his reputation in many ways preceded him, especially through his brothers. Could he really have known about the baby and just walk away?
Questions, more questions and no answers; No answers because these were questions only she could answer and she had none except trust. She had to trust him. She loved him, with all her body, soul. With ever fiber of her being she loved him and nothing was ever going to change that, ever.
The black abyss took over; consumed her thoughts until there was nothing.
Pitter-patter. Plip plop
The water turned off, the shower door opened, "Come on, Maisse," her cousin was there, "I have your dressing gown here." She was incapable of moving. She felt warm air rush over her body from his drying charm. He picked her up, wrapped her up and carried her to her bed.
"Thank you, Draco," her whisper barely audible.
Her cousin rubbed her head and covered her up, "Rest now, Maisse. I'll be in the other room." He looked at her again with concern, "You still have a few hours before your have to be at work."
