Earth Plates
By Written Promises
Interlude - Dream Sequence
A/N: I'd just like to thank everyone who said the 'details' in chapter three were far from sick and realistic. That was what I fully intended to do. Anyone who was not mature enough to see past that, well, I'm sorry, deal with your issues. I'm thrilled that this story is basically a 'hit'. It's not my first HP fanfic, because I have had tons of aliases in the past, but this is special to me because it's my first fic on this name. I love this name because it describes me. I love to write, and I always keep my promise. I'm sorry to say this series will be ending around chapter 9 or 10, with an epilogue. I wish I could continue writing it forever! But sadly, I cannot and I must move on to bigger and better fics. Thanks for your support, even though I'm sure no one reads these. LOL. ~ Twinkles Arise, Felz
(Someone e-mailed me and asked me what 'twinkles arise' meant. Here's the deal - My friends and I love to act retarded. One time, in the midst of our 'tardness' I started singing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. My friend Danielle piped up and said, "well now that you're here, twinkles have arrived!" Now they associate twinkles come about whenever I enter a room. So there you go, random E-mailer.)
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It was a more beautiful sight than he could ever imagine. The setting was perfect; the particulars in place. It was almost too surreal, and he couldn't even bear to touch her. It would spoil the orderliness.
"It's beautiful," He breathed slowly and silently. He inhaled everything - all the satin, all the aromas, all the perfection. He didn't exhale for a split second, and then it all came bursting out.
"This is the part where you say "and so are you," She laughed. He grinned and took her silky hand. "And so are you." He gave her a whispery kiss on the neck. "Are you nervous?" She asked. She didn't really ask - she was rather daring. Daring him to convey his true feelings.
"Not at all," He said. She gave him a look. That look did it for him. "Extremely." She shrugged. "It's okay to be nervous," She said. "I'm actually flattered."
"You are?" He could hardly believe it.
"I love you," she said. "And I want you to be completely honest with me." She got up, and wrapped her long arms around him. "I love you, Harry."
"And I love you, Hermione,"
Harry sat by the windowsill by his bed. It was cool and rainy, just like the night he and Hermione first made love. Their relationship (which had only contained of a few kisses and that one night) was kept secret.
After that night, it was extremely awkward. Just like now, Harry thought. If only we could get in touch with her . . .
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A/N the Second: Well, for all you people who asked "Will this be an H/H fic?" I think that little interlude just cleared it up for you ... YES! LOL, sorry about that. Yes, this is a fic for the Harry/Hermione shippers, and you will see where this will lead on.
Disclaimer: LEAVE ME ALONE! I DON'T OWN IT! STOP POKING ME!
A/N: I'd just like to thank everyone who said the 'details' in chapter three were far from sick and realistic. That was what I fully intended to do. Anyone who was not mature enough to see past that, well, I'm sorry, deal with your issues. I'm thrilled that this story is basically a 'hit'. It's not my first HP fanfic, because I have had tons of aliases in the past, but this is special to me because it's my first fic on this name. I love this name because it describes me. I love to write, and I always keep my promise. I'm sorry to say this series will be ending around chapter 9 or 10, with an epilogue. I wish I could continue writing it forever! But sadly, I cannot and I must move on to bigger and better fics. Thanks for your support, even though I'm sure no one reads these. LOL. ~ Twinkles Arise, Felz
(Someone e-mailed me and asked me what 'twinkles arise' meant. Here's the deal - My friends and I love to act retarded. One time, in the midst of our 'tardness' I started singing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. My friend Danielle piped up and said, "well now that you're here, twinkles have arrived!" Now they associate twinkles come about whenever I enter a room. So there you go, random E-mailer.)
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It was a more beautiful sight than he could ever imagine. The setting was perfect; the particulars in place. It was almost too surreal, and he couldn't even bear to touch her. It would spoil the orderliness.
"It's beautiful," He breathed slowly and silently. He inhaled everything - all the satin, all the aromas, all the perfection. He didn't exhale for a split second, and then it all came bursting out.
"This is the part where you say "and so are you," She laughed. He grinned and took her silky hand. "And so are you." He gave her a whispery kiss on the neck. "Are you nervous?" She asked. She didn't really ask - she was rather daring. Daring him to convey his true feelings.
"Not at all," He said. She gave him a look. That look did it for him. "Extremely." She shrugged. "It's okay to be nervous," She said. "I'm actually flattered."
"You are?" He could hardly believe it.
"I love you," she said. "And I want you to be completely honest with me." She got up, and wrapped her long arms around him. "I love you, Harry."
"And I love you, Hermione,"
Harry sat by the windowsill by his bed. It was cool and rainy, just like the night he and Hermione first made love. Their relationship (which had only contained of a few kisses and that one night) was kept secret.
After that night, it was extremely awkward. Just like now, Harry thought. If only we could get in touch with her . . .
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A/N the Second: Well, for all you people who asked "Will this be an H/H fic?" I think that little interlude just cleared it up for you ... YES! LOL, sorry about that. Yes, this is a fic for the Harry/Hermione shippers, and you will see where this will lead on.
Disclaimer: LEAVE ME ALONE! I DON'T OWN IT! STOP POKING ME!