A/N:Hi there. Hope you like this one. I wasn't feeling a huge pull, and I started writing [yes, the old fashioned way, with a pen and a notebook in the backyard under the sun on our new patio furniture :)] the word Something, and it all shaped up :)
It hasnt been beta'd [I've decided to not get any of these last few ones beta'd] so all mistakes [My apologies in advance] are all mine.
Alright then, you know what to do.
Prompt: Stormier
Disclaimer: la la la.. Oh sorry, didnt see you there. I'll just get back to facebook, shall I? ... la la la
'Love conquers all..'
Love On Our Side
Sometimes, I'd look at him, and I'd think: 'How did I get so lucky?' Sometimes, he'd catch me in the act, and he'd smilesmilesmile at me, with his eyes full of promises, hope, security and a future together – a happy future. I never once doubted him. I trusted him so much, that I could swear there were times when I trusted him more than I did myself.
Other times, his hand would find its way to meet mine, or his fingers would play with my hair, curling strands here and there, and he'd lightly touch my waist and leave me a soft kiss somewhere, just to show me how lucky he thought he was, and that he lovedlovedloved me.
You know, when they say 'Love is blind' - they honestly, couldn't be more spot on. Everyone it seemed, everyone, knew it was only matter of time that one day, we'd look at each other, and just know, (s)he's the one. Everyone, except the two people in question. It wasn't that I was surprised I fell for Teddy- more like surprised I fell for my best friend, but then again, he was always more than just a best friend. I was just blind not to see it. Talk about spot on, eh?
When I look back at my childhood, my life, Teddy was always there. Throughout each and every memorable occasion or turning point of my life – always there patiently supporting me in any way he could. He quietly undertook my hexes, and learnt how to control my anger issues when I couldn't. He'd listen to my endless ranting and babbling, bitching and crying. He'd even go so far as to hurt every guy who dared hurt me, his best friend. Of course, I would return the favour, and innocently and skillfully hex all his heartbreakers. [I still can't forget the day Pruedence Bones cried and wailed over her burnt hair.]
They all would say to our parents, and uncles, and aunts and grandmothers – Oh, they're a match made in heaven, they are! I suppose it would seem that way, due to all our similarities –fathers who'd both encountered Greyback, half of something rare [him –Metamorphmagus, me –Veela ancestry]
But at the end of the day, it wasn't about that; it wasn't about any of that.
It was really the fact that as life would get stormier, killing all happiness and wiping all trace of hope, I'd still have Teddy right by my side; as he'd have me. For we are the children of heroes. We are fighters, in every way, and as long as we have love on our side, then nothing else, nothing at all, really matters anymore.
Don't you think?
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