49
Time Signature
Disclaimer: I do not own HP.
Summary: Because 49 was 7 times 7, and 7 was the most magical number in existence (anyone in Arithmancy could tell you that). Too bad Harry never took that class. 49 mostly unconnected drabbles/one-shots around Draco and fem! Harry.
twenty-one, crash
"We're over!" she yelled as she stood up and walked away. The hem of her skirt flapped sadly in the wind.
They were in Hogsmeade, sitting on a small bench.
It was Christmas.
He had no idea what he had done wrong. He could hear a repetitive crashing of something in his ears, the ringing of her voice.
He didn't know what to feel about those two words – three, counting the contraction. Three, just like the ones he loved (I love you), and just like the ones he hated (I hate you). He felt empty.
He stands up, pale as a ghost, and Apparates back home.
And what? Was that a figment of his imagination?
She looks bashful, to her credit. "Er, I just was kidding, okay? I wanted to keep your present a surprise, and you're not just supposed to blurt it out that you know already, and that's really quite inconsiderate, and…"
He hugs her. "You're rambling."
He may have hated those words, but she had made them right, so it was okay. (And also there was the fact that she told him she hated him so many times already – she never meant it anymore.)
TBC
A/N: Thank you for clicking on this chapter! This is the twenty-first prompt – only 28 more to go! Reaching halfway! *cheers*
time relief accept blow crush diminish retell student key bottle water wind love blush kiss embrace funeral cloth ring stone crash wave stop start again green flower weed curtain fruit needle peg shelf book write wrong frame torch glue hole punch kick dry wet shine hail blue red forever
Also for the Book Thief Challenge, 2. "I have hated words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right."
Yup. I love drabbles. Easy to write. The last one was a pain.
Thank you again,
Time Signature