A/N: These are just little drabbles that I have written, things about HP that cross my mind now and then. This chapter is dedicated to:
AU stories
All pairings suggested in reviews will be taken in to consideration, and if I like them, worked with.
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Champion Pt 1
He holds her so tight. As if he never wants to let her go. He is her champion, her love. But first and foremost he sees himself as their champion. He was The Boy Who Lived, The Boy Who Would Always Be There, for them, for his people. He is always there for them, always them, never ever there for her. She wonders is she was wrong in choosing him as her champion, and as her love. She wonders if, while she is in his arms, at night, he thinks of her. Wonders if she can even believe him when he says he loves her. The tears fall unnoticed, and Pansy Parkinson weeps, loosing to Hermione Granger yet again.
Champion Pt 2
He never wonders anymore. He knows. He knows that by choosing his people over her he has forever spurned her trust. He knows deep down that he never told her of his love enough. Knows that the other would have understood, eventually, maybe even been happy for her, for them. He knows that when she's in his arms, at night, she thinks of Hermione. Knows she doesn't really believe him when he says he loves her. He feels her tears fall, but does not know how to stop them. Does not know how to tell her that, here and now, she hasn't lost to her. She won.
Undercover
Ginny sat at the windowsill waiting patiently. As an undercover agent at MAGIC, she needed a new boss, why did the other one have to go and die? She hated introductions. There was a knock on the door. With a sigh, Ginny went to answer it. Harry stood in the doorway, a pained look on his face.
The source of his annoyance walked out behind him and took a couple of steps toward Ginny. He looked at her, up and down, an arrogant smirk on his lips.
"This is MY new boss?" Ginny asked Harry incredulously.
"Your new boss," Harry replied with a quiet sigh.
Ginny gave the bleached blonde another disbelieving look.
"The name is Draco Malfoy."
Draco? Black on black look? Leather? And is that eyeliner?
"Is he evil?"
The guy laughs. Harry sighed again as he mutters "Probably."
Flame
When Percy died, nobody noticed Ron's pain. They all seemed to believe that he deserved it, that there was no reason to grieve over the loss of what had once been their brother. All that was needed was to comfort Molly, and all would be well. Nobody thought to remember what Ron did, how he tried to get them to study harder so that mum and dad wouldn't be upset, how he had gone against all his principals on occasion to lie for them. When they tried to tell him to snap out of it, he left. Enraged, Harry, Hermione and I yelled at the lot of the Weasley's. But only I followed him into the night.
It still wasn't the same, his eyes lost their fire; the hope that used to burn out the pattern of my very being was gone from them. Despite this, I loved him, so I stayed. He told me that my hair would look nicer dark brown, I changed it. He loved running his hands through my hair when it was messy, so I left it that way. I would joke with me and tease me whenever I read something, so I carried a book with me wherever I went. All the while I hoped that if I did my best, if I gave him what he wanted, the fire would come back
It did.
One night Hermione showed up at the door of the flat, and flames leapt into his eyes again.
And I hurt.