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Yup, another one of my weird fics. After reading
several fanfics
on ff.net I noticed that there are two HP-pairings in
particular
that appear over and over again. Here two characters
from those
pairings meet in a world that exists out of the 'real'
world.
They talk about the one they love.
I wanted to use different types to indicate who is
talking. But I
don't know how that works. If someone could explain
that, please
e-mail me (FlutteringAzure@gurlmail.com)
Because the types didn't work I use a white line each time
the other
character starts talking. Don't worry, everything will
become clearer towards the end.
Rated PG13, to be sure. If you don't agree, please let
me know.
And for those who can't live without the warning:
*clears troath*
Slightly graphic (nothing really serious). Implied
slash (nothing
really serious either, besides, you're free to leave
if you want to).
Otherwise, enjoy. And please R/R, constructive
critisism is always
welcome.
~Love, Mistaria~
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Darkness. Silence. A void.
Light, spreading outwards from one single point.
I close my eyes as the light hits me, engulfs me,
fills me.
And then, it's gone. Everything is gone but you and
me.
Two squares, much like a Quidditch pitch divided in half. One half black, the other half a
pure white. We're both in dead center of each square. You're turning with the flow of the
time. I'm going counterclockwise.
Except for your breathing there is nothing
but silence.
We are facing each other now. You say something. A name?
The sound of your voice is absorbed by the total emptyness that
surrounds us. What
reached my ears is no longer the sound but the feeling that has been
hiding behind the
syllables that come from your lips.
Yes, it is indeed a name. A name both you
and me know so well that the waves of
pleasure that surge through me are, without
a doubt, also flowing through you.
The pattern changes.
The squares start to turn around in circles, intertwining in an ancient
symbol
Now we turn around.
Now we are facing each other.
Now your eyes travel up and down my body.
You seem surprised by me. Why, should I not look at
you in this way? Or is it just
that you never expected me to do so?
"You are still gorgeous.
That must be why you were chosen."
"Funny you should say that. I remember different things."
Arms, hands legs.
Two bodies laced together.
"You belonged there." Celestial fools in their own heaven.
When you cried out I remained silent.
We turn again, our eyes stay locked.
"Do you remember?"
"The touch. Hands, tiptoeing over my chest."
"The movement. Hips locked together."
"The climax. A cry, a name. Yours."
"The silence. Familiar, ragged, breathing."
"The eyes."
"The eyes."
"You look away."
"You turn away."
I run away.
At least I did then.
"Now is merely an illusion."
"Doesn't that make everything an illusion?"
"No! Feelings cannot be imagined!"
Not these feelings.
"You could not be imagined either. And yet,
you were there."
I close my eyes. And there it is again. The thin line that used to
seperate you from me.
Until I crossed it that is.
And now there is no way back, I destroyed it.
I open my eyes again. "Why are you still here? Were you drawn in too? "
"Forced would be a better word, there were
no choices at the time."
My world was turned upside down.
"And yet you smile as you say that."
My world was turned upside down
too.
"Yes, but for you there was a choice. You could
have stayed."
"You could have left."
"You know I couldn't. The other side, your side, was
never an option. And it will never
be so."
How can Death be an option?
"There is no love there."
Been there, done that. Don't remind me.
I don't want to be reminded!
I lost my innocence there.
You are crying. Waves of emotion surround
me. Then your shoulders shake in silent
sobbing. When we turn again I can see tears
staining your pale skin.
Don't deny it by covering your face.
"You can cry you know."
"I have no right."
Yes, you have.
"I've heard your name too you know."
***
We face each other again. Not for the first time, but certainly not the last time either.
Shades of grey appear. Eventually the black and white will be replaced
by the real world
again.
You are staring at my face. A smile playing at the corner of your lips.
Acceptance?
Then you step out of your square and step into mine, arm outstretched,
palm held up to
me. I take the slender hand and approach you. For the first time you
don't flinch under my
touch.
I step closer, lean in and teasingly whisper in your ear.
"Remember the kisses?"
A blush that matches the colour of your hair spreads over your face.
It's always about him
when you blush like that. Then, for the first time, there's a laughter
in your voice as you
say my name.
"Shut up Malfoy."
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Sorry, gave it away in the end. But I hope
you liked it anyway
*E2EG*. If you did (or didn't), please R/R
(yeah, I know, I repeat
stuff like this, sorry).
Then there's only one thing to do before I
start writing chapter
two of 'When I was blind' (have any creative ideas,
please mail me).
Ready? 'Kay, repeat after me: "Mistaria does
not own HP. Everything
belongs to J.K. Rowling." *Applauds and
throws flowers*
Till next time!
~Love, Mistaria~
FlutteringAzure@gurlmail.com
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