Hello, there! Thanks for reviewing; I really appreciated your input!
I've decided to experiment so this is a bit of twist, different from
what I normally do. You may hate it, and if you do: PLEASE TELL ME!
You may love it, and if you do: PLEASE TELL ME! OK, enough of
that...enjoy!
Disclaimer:
So my friend met the Weasley twins, Neville, and Seamus over spring
break. Got a hug, her pictures taken, talked for an hour or so while
waiting in line. And this friend, well I hugged her when she got back.
So really, don't I in a sense, OWN, these characters?? Yea,
unfortunately NO I DO NOT! But, as wise friend of mine once said: Life
goes on, and so does my imagination.
The Bookmark
The breeze blew the shocking colors of their hair (or what they had of
it) as they lie on their backs in the sun. The blanket was as soft as
the skin on their bodies, and the leaves on the trees danced with the
wind. Laughter was bouncing off every blade of grass, every tree
trunk, and every blossom. A woman's voice soft and light and a man's
voice deep and neverending seemed to compliment each other's
perfectly, like the perfect fit in a jigsaw puzzle. Another woman's
voice filled the air, this time with a hint of an accent and the air
of royalty, coupled with a man's voice soothing, yet penetrating.
These were voices of the past.
His eyes were blurry and he couldn't quite make out the faces that
belonged to these voices. But he knew who they were instinctively. He
could feel his parent's presence. But he did not know who the other
couple was. From a distance, it seemed as though it were Eden, and
some poorly dressed man. He did not know, but what he did know was how
explicitly happy he had been then. He had only been a baby, and a
young one at that, but he remembered somehow the feel of the breeze,
sun, and his parents. He remembered lying next to another baby dressed
in a light colored dress on a hot summer day. His mind was crowded
with memories, some of which he didn't know existed. They rushed
through his veins, he inhaled them when he breathed, and they poured
through his ears in a mad flow of sounds.
He sat up straight as a board in his bed. Beads of sweat ran down his
body. This was remarkably unusual, never before had he had a dream
like this, much less dreamed. Usually, he was too busy fooling around
with some girl or some homework, same difference. He got up out of his
four-post bed and looked in the mirror in his dorm room. His face was
paler than usual, wet with sweat. He took off his shirt and wiped his
face, shaking his head as if to remove the vision. Why? Why? He kept
asking himself. Why such a random dream?
He climbed back in bed, and grabbed his favorite Quidditch book. He
would fall back to sleep in no time. He opened to the page marked by
his house spirited bookmark, and began to read. The words on the page
pierced his eyes, but had no meaning. His mind was drifting off to
another world, and soon his head lulled with fatigue. His eyes closed,
and his mind raced with dreams once more.
It wasn't until the brilliant white shine and dark forest green
shimmer of his bookmark caught the light that he awoke. It was a
Saturday, thank the Lord, and by the looks of it his newly bought,
Diagon Alley, state of the art, designed by Mr. Tick Tock Clock
himself, clock told him it was already 10:30. He couldn't quite
believe the dream he had had.
"Draco, darling", a high pitched voice whispered in his ear, "time to
wake up. If you recall, we had a date for today...strawberries and
chocolate in your room? Ring a bell?"
Damn't. He thought to himself. Not Pansy again. I need someone new and
exciting; this strawberry thing is getting old, really old. I can only
bear to fuck this girl a few more times. I'm getting bored here. His
mind began to drift to that Eden Ebony girl. She had looked...well come
to think of it there wasn't really a word for that type of a girl...
just that Draco knew he wanted her more anything, much more than the
slut that he was making out with.
I've decided to experiment so this is a bit of twist, different from
what I normally do. You may hate it, and if you do: PLEASE TELL ME!
You may love it, and if you do: PLEASE TELL ME! OK, enough of
that...enjoy!
Disclaimer:
So my friend met the Weasley twins, Neville, and Seamus over spring
break. Got a hug, her pictures taken, talked for an hour or so while
waiting in line. And this friend, well I hugged her when she got back.
So really, don't I in a sense, OWN, these characters?? Yea,
unfortunately NO I DO NOT! But, as wise friend of mine once said: Life
goes on, and so does my imagination.
The Bookmark
The breeze blew the shocking colors of their hair (or what they had of
it) as they lie on their backs in the sun. The blanket was as soft as
the skin on their bodies, and the leaves on the trees danced with the
wind. Laughter was bouncing off every blade of grass, every tree
trunk, and every blossom. A woman's voice soft and light and a man's
voice deep and neverending seemed to compliment each other's
perfectly, like the perfect fit in a jigsaw puzzle. Another woman's
voice filled the air, this time with a hint of an accent and the air
of royalty, coupled with a man's voice soothing, yet penetrating.
These were voices of the past.
His eyes were blurry and he couldn't quite make out the faces that
belonged to these voices. But he knew who they were instinctively. He
could feel his parent's presence. But he did not know who the other
couple was. From a distance, it seemed as though it were Eden, and
some poorly dressed man. He did not know, but what he did know was how
explicitly happy he had been then. He had only been a baby, and a
young one at that, but he remembered somehow the feel of the breeze,
sun, and his parents. He remembered lying next to another baby dressed
in a light colored dress on a hot summer day. His mind was crowded
with memories, some of which he didn't know existed. They rushed
through his veins, he inhaled them when he breathed, and they poured
through his ears in a mad flow of sounds.
He sat up straight as a board in his bed. Beads of sweat ran down his
body. This was remarkably unusual, never before had he had a dream
like this, much less dreamed. Usually, he was too busy fooling around
with some girl or some homework, same difference. He got up out of his
four-post bed and looked in the mirror in his dorm room. His face was
paler than usual, wet with sweat. He took off his shirt and wiped his
face, shaking his head as if to remove the vision. Why? Why? He kept
asking himself. Why such a random dream?
He climbed back in bed, and grabbed his favorite Quidditch book. He
would fall back to sleep in no time. He opened to the page marked by
his house spirited bookmark, and began to read. The words on the page
pierced his eyes, but had no meaning. His mind was drifting off to
another world, and soon his head lulled with fatigue. His eyes closed,
and his mind raced with dreams once more.
It wasn't until the brilliant white shine and dark forest green
shimmer of his bookmark caught the light that he awoke. It was a
Saturday, thank the Lord, and by the looks of it his newly bought,
Diagon Alley, state of the art, designed by Mr. Tick Tock Clock
himself, clock told him it was already 10:30. He couldn't quite
believe the dream he had had.
"Draco, darling", a high pitched voice whispered in his ear, "time to
wake up. If you recall, we had a date for today...strawberries and
chocolate in your room? Ring a bell?"
Damn't. He thought to himself. Not Pansy again. I need someone new and
exciting; this strawberry thing is getting old, really old. I can only
bear to fuck this girl a few more times. I'm getting bored here. His
mind began to drift to that Eden Ebony girl. She had looked...well come
to think of it there wasn't really a word for that type of a girl...
just that Draco knew he wanted her more anything, much more than the
slut that he was making out with.