Clair de Lune: A Love Story
Chapter One
I know we said we wouldn't, but I did.
It was always your idea to not keep in touch anyway, and I got tired of it.
Especially now.
Do you remember when you first told me you loved me? We were in the middle of a Muggle paint shop, arguing about which shade of cream to paint the bathroom, and then you looked at me funnily, cocked your head to one side and told me you loved me.
It was one of those precious moments when you really let down your guard and for once in your life say what you really feel. The way you looked at me made me feel like the most beautiful girl in the world, if only for a moment.
Then you told me we could get the colour I wanted.
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I read about you in the paper sometimes.
I know your life has moved on and up without me, and sometimes I find it hard to believe that you were once the man I was in love with. But then I suppose it is impossible to stay the same forever. We can never go back to the way we were, and occasionally – very occasionally – I think that it's a good thing, really.
But wouldn't it be wonderful if we could? Those lazy, carefree days filled with picnics in the middle of London, and spending all day in bed, happy just to be near each other and talking like there was no tomorrow.
I never ran out of things to say to you.
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"If you could be any animal, what would you be?" You asked.
I glanced at you over my book, and saw you sprawled on the floor, looking at the photo albums.
I took my time in answering, and it didn't look like you were waiting for my answer, but I knew you were. "A nightingale, probably."
You were watching me out the corner of your eye, and I pretended to be engrossed in my book, though my eye hadn't left the word 'old' for about three minutes.
There was silence, and I knew what you were doing. You were playing that game when you decide that you're above doing something because someone wants you to do it. I knew the look on your face. You wanted me to ask, and you wanted to know why I'd given you the answer I did, but you'd never say a word.
I sighed and returned to my book.
It must have been at least half-an-hour later, during which I had got through about a page of my book, while trying to suppress my giggles. Your jaw had tightened, you lips were a thin line and your knuckles were white against the box you were clutching.
"What would you be?" You let out a breath I knew you'd been holding, and the colour (what little you have) returned to your cheeks. I didn't bother stopping myself from laughing this time.
"What's so funny?" You asked, still looking slightly strained.
"You are." I replied, smiling.
You raised one, thin eyebrow reproachfully. "I'd be a wolf."
I was genuinely surprised. "Why?"
"Because they're strong enough to protect who and what they want." You were very determinedly not looking at me. "And when they choose a partner, they choose one they're going to spend the rest of their life with."
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I know I haven't said much, but next time I'll try and make more sense.
I hope you read this.
Hermione.
A/N: I was inspired when I listened to Clair de Lune for what must have been the millionth time. (Yes, I'm cool enough for that to be one of my all time favourite songs.) The story came after the ending, so be patient, my inspiration will become clear much, much nearer the finish.
The fic will be comprised of a series of letters.
That's
all I'm saying, and sorry this wasn't much of an introduction!
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