Drabbles

These are all the drabbles I've written in the Next-Gen Drabble Tag! in the NextGen Fanatics Forum


~ MollyLorcan / cold shoulder ~

It's been a couple days. You told him it wasn't your fault, that it was a mistake, that you still loved him. He didn't believe you.

"Hey Molly. How are you?"

People always said that you were a free spirit. You'd flit from person to person, staying with them until you got bored.

"Want some help with Potions?"

They said you were so free that nobody could hold on to you, and that he was a fool to try.

Sudden lips on yours. Nice and warm, but not familiar. Not his.

Now he won't talk to you, won't look at you. No matter how much you beg, plead, apologize.

"How could you?"

It was late and you were tired. So tired that you couldn't defend yourself, couldn't see his intention.

"I should've known."

You want to cry, but you can't. Because you're Molly freaking Weasley. The rebel, the punk, the wild child.

"They tried to warn me."

And all you want to do is lay your head on his cold shoulder.