muted to deafening silence
by mistsplash
There's a little voice whispering in her ear.
(they know, they know, they know)
Not that she really cares.
(because, honestly, what right do they have?)
It's not wrong—not really.
(but it's not quite right, either)
So maybe she's disobeying general rules.
(everyone else does it all the time)
And maybe she knows she'll be shunned if anyone ever found out.
(if that's the price of happiness, then so be it)
But she's a Gryffindor, and Gryffindors are brave.
(not to mention stubborn as hell)
She doesn't think that it's that bad—so what if she's been snogging Blaise Zabini left and right?
(okay, so maybe it is bad)
But she really doesn't have the guts to confess.
(so much for Gryffindor, huh)
And, at times like this, when they're pressed together and there's a horrendous rush of adrenaline in her veins, she really doesn't want to.
(so maybe not all lions can roar)
Author's Notes:
Written recently after discovering how good Blaise and Parvati or Padma look together (but honestly, Parvati is just better). This is another one of those twenty-liner fics . . . which are easy to write and excellent for those dead-days when I can't produce anything at all.