disclaimer:the characters and world belong to the illustrious
J.K. Rowling. I'm just barrowing them for my little plot twists.
author's note: this is my second forray into the Harry Potter-verse it's
sort of a sequal to Comfort. It's quite some time after the events in
Comfort, It's much shorter but I wanted to write something from Harry's
perspective. I'm sure you could read it by itself but it would make
much more sense if you read Comfort first.
random rant: you should never get married without telling anyone and then
call the next morning and say I'm married.
random quote: "Yeah, so, I got married last night." -Laura Hammond
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I married you today. Now you are Virginia Weasley Potter. You are my
wife and I am your husband, you were my first and I was yours, you
were my only, but I know I was not yours. As I look down at you now,
lying next to me I do not quite understand how I knew you had been
with him. I knew in sixth year he was infatuated with you, I saw it in
his eyes when he would stare at you if he thought no one was looking.
When you didn't come back to the common room that night in my seventh
year I was worried, then I became nearly frantic when I couldn't find
you on the Marauders Map. I left to find someone to report you
missing, but just as the portrait of the Fat Lady closed behind me
Dumbledore appeared and said, as though he knew, 'Young Miss Weasley
is quite alright and quite safe.' He then bid me go to my room and
rest. You have no idea how relieved I was when I saw you come through
the doors of the Great Hall. I saw your surreptitious glance towards
the Slytherin table and the person it was directed at. At first the
worse sprung to my mind but you were not looking at him with disgust
or even horror, you were looking at him as though you were happy for
him.
As the weeks flew passed I knew whatever happened between the two of
you was an isolated occurrence. There was none of the secretive
glances, notes or coded gestures between the two of you that I was
looking for. I did notice he seemed to regain some of his former
stateliness. At first I was leery, expecting the verbal sparing
matches to resume right where they left off, but he never came near
any of us again. As a matter of fact he seemed to discourage it from
within Slytherin, which I think might have been the only reason I
didn't hex him on sight this morning at the wedding. He wisely kept
himself well hidden, I wouldn't have even seen him if a particularly
strong gust of wind hadn't blown his invisibility cloak to the side at
just that crucial moment when I was looking that way. In that one
glimpse I got of his face I saw jealousy as well as what seemed to be
joy for you. Whatever you did for him that night changed him, though
Ron constantly claimed that Malfoy was Just trying to make us think
that so we'd let our guard down. I never really saw any reason not to
believe that until this morning when I saw Malfoy when he thought no
one was looking.
I am distracted from my thoughts when I feel you press closer to me,
your hand balling up where it rest above my heart. I run my fingers
through your tresses and feel you relax against me once more. It feels
peaceful here. I longed for a day when you and I would be tangled in
the sheets together wrapped around each other and to know that you
would be mine forever after. I almost have that now, but I fear I may
never be rid of that nagging thought at the edge of my consciousness
telling me that somewhere in your heart Malfoy was still there, and
that place that he occupied would be a place that I would never be
allowed to tread. I don't like it and I'm not entirely sure why I have
accepted it but I knew this morning when I heard you whispering to
yourself and holding a ring that was not one of the wedding rings that
if I made it an issue we would never have any peace between us.
I never told you, but on the day you graduated from Hogwarts I went to
visit the Headmaster, I never spoke with him that day because as I
walked down the corridor to the Gargoyle guarding the entrance to his
office I saw Malfoy leaving. He pulled to a halt when he saw me
staring at him. He nodded an acknowledgement to me before moving to
continue down the hall. I do not know what possessed me but before he
passed me I spoke.
"I'm going to ask her to marry me today."
He closed his eyes as though in pain, but when he opened them to look
at me they were clear. His only reply to me was, "Some things were
meant to happen in this life." He looked at me once more, "Potter,"
and with that he left. I regret now not going to Dumbledor's office
that afternoon for whenever I have tried to mention my classmate the
subject is evaded. Voldemort has gained little ground in his war and I
am constantly left to wonder if it has something to do with your one
time lover.
Though you have never so much as hinted that you were unhappy with me
I couldn't help but ask myself, what if Malfoy's family had been
different would you still be with me or would you now be lying I his
arms. Sometimes I think I see you staring off into nowhere and I
wonder if it is really him you are looking at when you close your
eyes. Then you open your eyes and look at me with all the love in the
world and I do not understand what could have been going through your
mind I only know that now I have you now, and from the look in your
eyes I know you are here with me.
J.K. Rowling. I'm just barrowing them for my little plot twists.
author's note: this is my second forray into the Harry Potter-verse it's
sort of a sequal to Comfort. It's quite some time after the events in
Comfort, It's much shorter but I wanted to write something from Harry's
perspective. I'm sure you could read it by itself but it would make
much more sense if you read Comfort first.
random rant: you should never get married without telling anyone and then
call the next morning and say I'm married.
random quote: "Yeah, so, I got married last night." -Laura Hammond
----------------------------------------------------------------
I married you today. Now you are Virginia Weasley Potter. You are my
wife and I am your husband, you were my first and I was yours, you
were my only, but I know I was not yours. As I look down at you now,
lying next to me I do not quite understand how I knew you had been
with him. I knew in sixth year he was infatuated with you, I saw it in
his eyes when he would stare at you if he thought no one was looking.
When you didn't come back to the common room that night in my seventh
year I was worried, then I became nearly frantic when I couldn't find
you on the Marauders Map. I left to find someone to report you
missing, but just as the portrait of the Fat Lady closed behind me
Dumbledore appeared and said, as though he knew, 'Young Miss Weasley
is quite alright and quite safe.' He then bid me go to my room and
rest. You have no idea how relieved I was when I saw you come through
the doors of the Great Hall. I saw your surreptitious glance towards
the Slytherin table and the person it was directed at. At first the
worse sprung to my mind but you were not looking at him with disgust
or even horror, you were looking at him as though you were happy for
him.
As the weeks flew passed I knew whatever happened between the two of
you was an isolated occurrence. There was none of the secretive
glances, notes or coded gestures between the two of you that I was
looking for. I did notice he seemed to regain some of his former
stateliness. At first I was leery, expecting the verbal sparing
matches to resume right where they left off, but he never came near
any of us again. As a matter of fact he seemed to discourage it from
within Slytherin, which I think might have been the only reason I
didn't hex him on sight this morning at the wedding. He wisely kept
himself well hidden, I wouldn't have even seen him if a particularly
strong gust of wind hadn't blown his invisibility cloak to the side at
just that crucial moment when I was looking that way. In that one
glimpse I got of his face I saw jealousy as well as what seemed to be
joy for you. Whatever you did for him that night changed him, though
Ron constantly claimed that Malfoy was Just trying to make us think
that so we'd let our guard down. I never really saw any reason not to
believe that until this morning when I saw Malfoy when he thought no
one was looking.
I am distracted from my thoughts when I feel you press closer to me,
your hand balling up where it rest above my heart. I run my fingers
through your tresses and feel you relax against me once more. It feels
peaceful here. I longed for a day when you and I would be tangled in
the sheets together wrapped around each other and to know that you
would be mine forever after. I almost have that now, but I fear I may
never be rid of that nagging thought at the edge of my consciousness
telling me that somewhere in your heart Malfoy was still there, and
that place that he occupied would be a place that I would never be
allowed to tread. I don't like it and I'm not entirely sure why I have
accepted it but I knew this morning when I heard you whispering to
yourself and holding a ring that was not one of the wedding rings that
if I made it an issue we would never have any peace between us.
I never told you, but on the day you graduated from Hogwarts I went to
visit the Headmaster, I never spoke with him that day because as I
walked down the corridor to the Gargoyle guarding the entrance to his
office I saw Malfoy leaving. He pulled to a halt when he saw me
staring at him. He nodded an acknowledgement to me before moving to
continue down the hall. I do not know what possessed me but before he
passed me I spoke.
"I'm going to ask her to marry me today."
He closed his eyes as though in pain, but when he opened them to look
at me they were clear. His only reply to me was, "Some things were
meant to happen in this life." He looked at me once more, "Potter,"
and with that he left. I regret now not going to Dumbledor's office
that afternoon for whenever I have tried to mention my classmate the
subject is evaded. Voldemort has gained little ground in his war and I
am constantly left to wonder if it has something to do with your one
time lover.
Though you have never so much as hinted that you were unhappy with me
I couldn't help but ask myself, what if Malfoy's family had been
different would you still be with me or would you now be lying I his
arms. Sometimes I think I see you staring off into nowhere and I
wonder if it is really him you are looking at when you close your
eyes. Then you open your eyes and look at me with all the love in the
world and I do not understand what could have been going through your
mind I only know that now I have you now, and from the look in your
eyes I know you are here with me.
