SUMMARY: They (I'm gonna be evil and not tell you who it is – you'll have
to read to find out) got married, and things were great. For a little
while. Bliss lost some of its perfection, and she didn't like the storm
clouds, so she got out.
GENRE: I suppose this is sort of a combination of things; romance, angst, humor, drama, and, 'cause of the ending I have in mind, tragedy (it's not really sad, no one dies or anything, but it kinda qualifies as a tragedy. Meh.).
RATING: I've rated this R for a few reasons. The first being language; the second adult situations – mostly implied; and the third is a suicide attempt and a bit of self-mutilation. It's mostly the latter that will affect people, really. I think.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own the characters, the places, or anything else. Meh. The characters and main ideas – being witchcraft, wizardry, Hogwarts, etc – belong to J.K Rowling. The plot belongs to me.
A/N: I've written this 'cause I'm bored, and my brain's not functioning in the proper direction for either of my other fics. It might be kinda long, but whatever. The serious continuation of this project shall depend upon the reviews I receive; if no one reviews, I probably won't continue. If people review, I'll keep going.
Enjoy!
BECAUSE OF YOU
CHAPTER ONE: OF LOVE
She slept by the pool, lounge chair nearly perpendicular with the ground, her head turned slightly to the side. Tresses of shiny wine-red hue framed her angelic face, lightly feathered at the ends and reaching her shoulders. Doe-like cinnamon eyes were hidden behind closed lids, and the tiniest of smiles curved luscious, naturally bee-stung lips. One knee was raised the slightest bit, the other flat on the cushion of the lounger. One slender, lightly tanned hand dangled over the edge of the chair, and just reaching the fingertips was the spine of a book that had obviously been dropped. Her other hand rested lightly on her flat and bare stomach, just covering a pierced navel.
In his eyes, she was begging to be kissed.
He approached softly, slowly, much like a predator would stalk its prey. Mercury gaze drifted appraisingly over her bare legs, long and perfectly toned, tanned and glistening with the faintest sheen of sweat from the summer heat. His gaze traveled upwards, taking in the bikini bottoms of plain black, tied on each hip with a simple bow, and for a moment his eyes lingered on the wedding band and diamond engagement ring that resided on the hand covering her navel. A slow smile crept across his pale face, and his eyes lit up with an emotion that could only be described as love.
His footsteps slowed as he came to stand beside her sleeping form, and he sat lightly on the edge of the lounge chair, careful not to wake his beloved. She stirred, her head turning from its sideways position to facing straight upwards, and for a moment he thought his game was finished. But she settled again, her breathing remaining smooth and even, and he brushed a stray tendril of hair from her face. Leaning down, he gently pressed his lips to hers, tasting the gloss that outlined her lips.
Her eyes opened in shock, and her lips opened beneath his in a gasp of surprise. Taking that as an indication of her return to wakefulness, the blonde pulled away, a playful and satisfied smirk on his face. Cinnamon eyes registered recognition, as she saw his face, and she smiled, her face lighting up with the same love that shone in his eyes.
"Did I wake you, love?" He asked innocently, curling a lock of her hair around his finger.
She laughed, the sound light and intoxicating, catching the attention of the other hotel guests sitting by the pool or swimming in it. Several sets of eyes drifted towards the young couple, and she flashed them a brilliant smile before returning her attention to the man gazing down at her.
"No, you didn't wake me," she lied, just as innocently, swatting his hand away as it drifted down to her breast.
"Tsk, tsk, darling, lying to your elders. And your husband, no less," he chastised lightly, his hand resuming its travels over the surface of her body.
Again, she swatted away the offending digits as they made to tease her breast, and she grinned up at him, delight written plainly across her delicate features.
"You're only one year my senior," she pouted, pretending to take his gentle rebuke to heart.
It was his turn to laugh now, at the expression of pleading innocence on her face. The sound was deep and low, and one she always loved to hear. Ceasing his laughter, he bent down again and caught her lips once more, taking her by surprise. His tongue slid velvety smooth over her bottom lip, and he bit softly before pulling away.
Her eyes opened slowly, as he released her lips, and she smiled up at him, brushing a stray piece of platinum blonde from his face.
"Love you," she murmured, caressing his cheek with her thumb.
"Love you too," he replied, grasping her hand in his and kissing it softly.
He stood, pulling her up with him, keeping her hand tight in his. Unconsciously, their fingers intertwined, as she grabbed her book and towel with her free hand and followed him from the poolside.
"Where are we going?" She inquired, as they left the pool and its occupants behind.
"Out," he replied, earning a quizzical look from his young wife.
"I can't go out like this," she whined, as they entered the hotel lobby and he made for the front doors.
He glanced down at her, a wicked smirk curling his lips. She let go of his hand, and stopped walking, folding her arms across her chest.
"Why can't you go out like that?" He inquired, a playful glint in his eye.
"'Cause I'm pretty sure you don't want a bunch of guys staring at me, wherever it is that we're going," she answered, knowing full well that the very idea of other men looking at her always made him want to hide her away, like a precious gem.
Sighing, and knowing that she had taken advantage of his rather overprotective and possessive nature, he grabbed her hand again and pulled her towards the elevators. Once inside the ascending contraption, he pulled her to him and planted a tender kiss on her surprised lips.
"Love you," he whispered in her ear after pulling away.
"'Course you do. Everybody loves me," she teased, skipping out the door as the elevator came to a stop.
Giggling like the teenager she still – technically – was, the eighteen-year- old raced down the hallway, crimson tresses bouncing with each step she took. He followed behind, walking much slower, mercury gaze fixed on the laughing goddess in front of him.
She reached the door of their hotel room before he did, and waited none too patiently for him to arrive and let her into the room; she didn't have a key.
"Can't get in, darling?" He asked wickedly, pulling a credit-card like piece of plastic from a pocket in his trousers.
"No," she pouted, glaring at the room key he held in his hand.
"Tut, tut, my dear; forgetting your room key. I could have gone off alone, leaving you by the pool, and then what would you have done?" He scolded teasingly, sliding the magnetized card through the accommodating slot on the door.
"I didn't forget it; I just didn't have anywhere to put it. And besides, you wouldn't have left me by the pool if you'd gone somewhere, 'cause you can't stand the thought of me being somewhere that other men can look at me, without you being nearby to scare them off," she returned, sticking out her tongue and opening the door of the room.
It was a fairly basic hotel room, with a queen-sized bed in the center, couch, television, table and chairs in a small room just off the main bedroom, and a large bathroom with both a shower stall and Jacuzzi tub. A pair of sliding glass doors led to a fair sized balcony overlooking the beach.
She skipped inside, dropping contentedly on her back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Again, he followed more slowly, letting the door close behind him and coming to a stop at the foot of the bed where her feet stuck out over the edge. Shaking his head in wonderment, he watched as she jumped off the bed, grabbed her shower kit from her suitcase, which lay open on the floor, and disappeared into the bathroom.
When he heard the shower turn on, he wandered into the other room, dropping gracefully on the couch. Leaning against the back of the couch, he spread his arms out over the cushions and thought back to when he had first realized she existed in more ways than just being the youngest sibling and only sister of one of his most hated enemies at the time.
GENRE: I suppose this is sort of a combination of things; romance, angst, humor, drama, and, 'cause of the ending I have in mind, tragedy (it's not really sad, no one dies or anything, but it kinda qualifies as a tragedy. Meh.).
RATING: I've rated this R for a few reasons. The first being language; the second adult situations – mostly implied; and the third is a suicide attempt and a bit of self-mutilation. It's mostly the latter that will affect people, really. I think.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own the characters, the places, or anything else. Meh. The characters and main ideas – being witchcraft, wizardry, Hogwarts, etc – belong to J.K Rowling. The plot belongs to me.
A/N: I've written this 'cause I'm bored, and my brain's not functioning in the proper direction for either of my other fics. It might be kinda long, but whatever. The serious continuation of this project shall depend upon the reviews I receive; if no one reviews, I probably won't continue. If people review, I'll keep going.
Enjoy!
BECAUSE OF YOU
CHAPTER ONE: OF LOVE
She slept by the pool, lounge chair nearly perpendicular with the ground, her head turned slightly to the side. Tresses of shiny wine-red hue framed her angelic face, lightly feathered at the ends and reaching her shoulders. Doe-like cinnamon eyes were hidden behind closed lids, and the tiniest of smiles curved luscious, naturally bee-stung lips. One knee was raised the slightest bit, the other flat on the cushion of the lounger. One slender, lightly tanned hand dangled over the edge of the chair, and just reaching the fingertips was the spine of a book that had obviously been dropped. Her other hand rested lightly on her flat and bare stomach, just covering a pierced navel.
In his eyes, she was begging to be kissed.
He approached softly, slowly, much like a predator would stalk its prey. Mercury gaze drifted appraisingly over her bare legs, long and perfectly toned, tanned and glistening with the faintest sheen of sweat from the summer heat. His gaze traveled upwards, taking in the bikini bottoms of plain black, tied on each hip with a simple bow, and for a moment his eyes lingered on the wedding band and diamond engagement ring that resided on the hand covering her navel. A slow smile crept across his pale face, and his eyes lit up with an emotion that could only be described as love.
His footsteps slowed as he came to stand beside her sleeping form, and he sat lightly on the edge of the lounge chair, careful not to wake his beloved. She stirred, her head turning from its sideways position to facing straight upwards, and for a moment he thought his game was finished. But she settled again, her breathing remaining smooth and even, and he brushed a stray tendril of hair from her face. Leaning down, he gently pressed his lips to hers, tasting the gloss that outlined her lips.
Her eyes opened in shock, and her lips opened beneath his in a gasp of surprise. Taking that as an indication of her return to wakefulness, the blonde pulled away, a playful and satisfied smirk on his face. Cinnamon eyes registered recognition, as she saw his face, and she smiled, her face lighting up with the same love that shone in his eyes.
"Did I wake you, love?" He asked innocently, curling a lock of her hair around his finger.
She laughed, the sound light and intoxicating, catching the attention of the other hotel guests sitting by the pool or swimming in it. Several sets of eyes drifted towards the young couple, and she flashed them a brilliant smile before returning her attention to the man gazing down at her.
"No, you didn't wake me," she lied, just as innocently, swatting his hand away as it drifted down to her breast.
"Tsk, tsk, darling, lying to your elders. And your husband, no less," he chastised lightly, his hand resuming its travels over the surface of her body.
Again, she swatted away the offending digits as they made to tease her breast, and she grinned up at him, delight written plainly across her delicate features.
"You're only one year my senior," she pouted, pretending to take his gentle rebuke to heart.
It was his turn to laugh now, at the expression of pleading innocence on her face. The sound was deep and low, and one she always loved to hear. Ceasing his laughter, he bent down again and caught her lips once more, taking her by surprise. His tongue slid velvety smooth over her bottom lip, and he bit softly before pulling away.
Her eyes opened slowly, as he released her lips, and she smiled up at him, brushing a stray piece of platinum blonde from his face.
"Love you," she murmured, caressing his cheek with her thumb.
"Love you too," he replied, grasping her hand in his and kissing it softly.
He stood, pulling her up with him, keeping her hand tight in his. Unconsciously, their fingers intertwined, as she grabbed her book and towel with her free hand and followed him from the poolside.
"Where are we going?" She inquired, as they left the pool and its occupants behind.
"Out," he replied, earning a quizzical look from his young wife.
"I can't go out like this," she whined, as they entered the hotel lobby and he made for the front doors.
He glanced down at her, a wicked smirk curling his lips. She let go of his hand, and stopped walking, folding her arms across her chest.
"Why can't you go out like that?" He inquired, a playful glint in his eye.
"'Cause I'm pretty sure you don't want a bunch of guys staring at me, wherever it is that we're going," she answered, knowing full well that the very idea of other men looking at her always made him want to hide her away, like a precious gem.
Sighing, and knowing that she had taken advantage of his rather overprotective and possessive nature, he grabbed her hand again and pulled her towards the elevators. Once inside the ascending contraption, he pulled her to him and planted a tender kiss on her surprised lips.
"Love you," he whispered in her ear after pulling away.
"'Course you do. Everybody loves me," she teased, skipping out the door as the elevator came to a stop.
Giggling like the teenager she still – technically – was, the eighteen-year- old raced down the hallway, crimson tresses bouncing with each step she took. He followed behind, walking much slower, mercury gaze fixed on the laughing goddess in front of him.
She reached the door of their hotel room before he did, and waited none too patiently for him to arrive and let her into the room; she didn't have a key.
"Can't get in, darling?" He asked wickedly, pulling a credit-card like piece of plastic from a pocket in his trousers.
"No," she pouted, glaring at the room key he held in his hand.
"Tut, tut, my dear; forgetting your room key. I could have gone off alone, leaving you by the pool, and then what would you have done?" He scolded teasingly, sliding the magnetized card through the accommodating slot on the door.
"I didn't forget it; I just didn't have anywhere to put it. And besides, you wouldn't have left me by the pool if you'd gone somewhere, 'cause you can't stand the thought of me being somewhere that other men can look at me, without you being nearby to scare them off," she returned, sticking out her tongue and opening the door of the room.
It was a fairly basic hotel room, with a queen-sized bed in the center, couch, television, table and chairs in a small room just off the main bedroom, and a large bathroom with both a shower stall and Jacuzzi tub. A pair of sliding glass doors led to a fair sized balcony overlooking the beach.
She skipped inside, dropping contentedly on her back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Again, he followed more slowly, letting the door close behind him and coming to a stop at the foot of the bed where her feet stuck out over the edge. Shaking his head in wonderment, he watched as she jumped off the bed, grabbed her shower kit from her suitcase, which lay open on the floor, and disappeared into the bathroom.
When he heard the shower turn on, he wandered into the other room, dropping gracefully on the couch. Leaning against the back of the couch, he spread his arms out over the cushions and thought back to when he had first realized she existed in more ways than just being the youngest sibling and only sister of one of his most hated enemies at the time.