Inspired by the scenes in HPDHP1 after Ron leaves and Hermione's really hurting…Poor Hermy :'(
I won't be updating next Tuesday. Have a great holiday! :)
waiting for his footprints in the snow
She's sitting in January's cold, tight grasp, studying the blades of grasses that haven't been frosted over. She's wishing for movement from something (or someone) other than the trees or the leaves or the branches or the occasional tiny creature.
And every time she notices a flaw in the sheet of snow, her heart leaps, dancing joyfully until she sees that the small imperfection isn't big enough to fit his feet.
Then she shies away, sitting back down, being swallowed by the bitterness again.
And this happens several times a day, making her sometimes ask why she's even bothering. Then the determination she felt days before floods back and she decides.
(No. I will watch.)
Longing, waiting, for what seemed like forever, she wishes for anything to happen. But even though she thinks and thinks and thinks in the loneliness of winter, she fears that the anything will immobilize her and prevent from hearing his laughter and falling into those sea-blue eyes…
Then she snaps back to reality and realizes.
(No. I will watch.)
And the power of these four words are enough for her to stay put. So much hurting, so much pain…but imagining the joy and the tears on her own face when he comes running back keeps her content.
(No! No, no, no! I will watch.)
So, almost forcing herself to look presentable, she's sitting, trying to bring the positive out the cold. She's not happy at all. She's silently crying inside.
She waits ever so obediently to see his footprints in the snow, trying to believe that she'll be happy soon, but knowing the icy truth.
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