Author's Note: Hey guys! It's me, K. M. Arrow. And I haven't updated in most likely a year. And I honestly don't have any excuses; I just have a serious issue with procrastination. I think there should be medical studies on it, it's a serious problem. Anyway, I hope to be able to begin fresh and actually write stories again. This story is the first in my triumphant return series, yeah JK! It's a collection of one-shots- okay before I continue, so sorry about how long this note is but, and this is an extremely stupid question, what is the difference between drabbles and one-shots and the such? Sorry. Anyway, this is a collection of one-shots that can take place within any generation at any point based on a list of "Top 10 Words for Unusual Colors Worth Looking At" on Merriam-Webster. Let us begin.
All characters and such belong to J. K. Rowling. I'm just a nerd writing some fanfiction.
Vermilion: A vivid reddish orange
In a small cottage at the very edge of Godric's Hollow, a thin man whose dark hair stuck up in all directions, sat up in his bed. The light that peeked through his window was not the dawn light he usually awoke to, but the light that shone when the dew was gone from the grass. It took him a moment to understand, but after blinking a few times, he had cleared his sleepy eyes and thoughts. Today was the first day in a while where he did not have to go into work.
He groggily got out of bed, and worked his way through getting dressed and all the other morning routine actions. He enjoyed not having to rush through the motions as he usually had to. After he was finished getting ready, he headed down the stairs.
The first thing he was greeted by was a quiet humming. The voice engulfed him for a moment, and he let himself be engulfed. For a moment, he was immersed in the warm lullaby, and then he gave a small shake of his head, which did nothing to help with his hair situation, and continued to walk through the small hallway that lead to the living room.
The moment he entered, he found the source of the quiet song. He wife lay on the couch, her slim fingers tracing patterns on her protruding stomach. Her fiery hair fell all around her on the pillow, seemingly engulfing her head and shoulders in flames.
He padded over to her, making a little bit of noise to alert her of his presence so he didn't scare her. He greeted her with a kiss and then found room to lay down beside her, which was not an easy task with her large belly.
"Good morning Gin. Did you sleep okay?" He asked her, putting his arm underneath her head.
"Of course I didn't! Would you if you had a baby Potter using the inside of your body as a playground?" She replied quickly, but the glint in her eye showed Harry she wasn't truly upset.
Still he chose not to answer that, for fear it very well may upset her. And this could be the last day Harry didn't have to work, and it would still be the two of them. After a brief pause, Ginny began to hum again, and was joined in tracing patterns by Harry.
Each time there was a lull in the music, while Ginny was thinking of a new song, they whispered soft words to their baby, who was only a few weeks from being in her arms instead of her belly.
They stayed like this for a long time, just enjoying each other's embrace and whispering sweet nothings to the little one nestled safely inside of her.
All throughout the day, similar embraces happened everywhere.
Later in the day, a bushy haired woman, in a cottage not far away from the prior one, laughed as her long-nosed, red-haired husband bumbled about, trying to amuse her. Or at least he had been before he was trapped in her slim arms.
Another couple danced during that night when the same song they danced to at their wedding came on the radio. Her blonde hair swung gracefully as he twirled her into his arms. She gave his freckled cheek a kiss each time he did so.
At the same time, miles away, a man with a ginger mane, rimmed glasses, and an exhausted body was being greeted by his wife and daughters after a long day of work at the Ministry.
In a joke shop that sat in a darkened alley, as it was late and most everyone had gone home, a man was showing a small boy who was his exact copy, just a decade or two younger, all the products and tricks he sold, until the child grew too tired to walk.
A much older couple, their own red hair starting to mix with silver, greeted their second to oldest son who had been away for far too long. They welcomed him happily into their crooked home, his mother finally done hugging him and telling him he should visit more often.
There was a picture in that small cottage at the edge of Godric's Hollow, on the mantel of the fireplace, where a messy-haired man with glasses and a pretty girl with dark red locks danced and laughed and kissed, pictured forever in their moment of bliss.
Everywhere, there were spatters of red, burning bright with happiness and love.
AN: I hoped you liked it, I'm actually pretty proud of how that turned out. Also, I am hoping to make this more interactive. If there is some couple or person or such that you want to see, put it in a review or PM me and I'll see if I can do it.
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