Hello everyone.
This is me very first FanFiction in the english language. Please bear with me since english is not my first language and I'm from germany. When you see fails in grammar or spelling you can comment them, but nicely please. I'm just human after all.
This story is based on a TikTok from
Jared Hargreaves (@thedungeonbet).
https/vm./ZMRcUmpot/
I realy do love their content, but this video in particular is a little masterpiece.
Now go on and read my small omage to that wonderfull humen being and this TikTok.
It was past midnight. Both were standing in their huge bathroom. The only sound was the noise of warm water flowing into the bathtub and her hand gliding through it.
A long time ago she fell in love with him and was looking up to this cunning, witty, powerful and charming man. True. Their marriage was arranged by their parents, but she loved him, nonetheless.
He always thought her beautiful and as time passed and he could learn more about her and as both of them gotten closer to each other he found himself lost in her. She was his wife, his life and his heart.
But now, after this year in Azkaban and the meeting of the Death Eaters and his humiliation amid their ranks, he was a broken man. He felt as if he had betrayed her.
She saw that he had lost the fight with himself. His demeanour had changed tonight. Gone was the held high head, the proud and powerful posture. In its place was now a bowed head, long silver-blond hair hanging in its face, defeated bearing. Eyes not as passionate and living as she always remembered.
She was angry with him. He let it happen, that the Dark Lord took the most precious thing they had and turn their son eventually into a wanted man and murderer. And all this only to get his statues back. And for what? To be tortured before all of them. She knew it was only an additional way of the Dark Lord to punish them further for the failure Her husband caused him.
After all of them where gone, out of their Manor, she called for a Healer. The man gave him the urgently needed medical treatment but said that it would at least take 3 days to fully heal.
And after he was gone too, she wanted to forget this evening, this day.
And that's why they were standing here. In their huge bathroom and the noise of water.
"There, a bath for you. To wash of that dirt from you." She said coldly, not looking at him. She couldn't. It would hurt too much to see him like this and would remind her of what had happen that day.
He grimaced slightly behind his long hair. But he looked up at her. Trying to read her face. But she could hide her emotions as well as any other Slytherin.
"Thank you darling." His voice was horse from his screaming earlier. But there. A small hint. A quick widening of her eyes and he knew not all her love was lost for him.
He cleared his throat and asked: "Hum … can you help me?" she turned her face towards him, and he felt sheepish for his next words. "They broke my fingers" and lifted his shaking hand. A small apologetic smile on his face.
She sighed inwardly and shook her head slightly. A soft smile crept up on her lips. "I can see that, silly.". She stood and walked over to him. Measured steps as always. Her delicate fingers touching his chest lovingly. All her anger for him was not gone, but she loved him und couldn't bear see him helpless like this.
"Of course, I will help you, my love." She used this title on purpose, to show him that he is important to her, and she loved him. "Come, look, let me do this for you." It was almost a whisper. One by one she unfastened the buttons on all of his cloth. Helped him to get out of it. All the while none of this interaction was sexual in anyway. Just an act of help and caring.
He wanted to touch her beautiful face. Wanted to kiss her forehead with all that precious mind behind it. But he couldn't bring himself to do it. All he could do was smiling sweetly at her while she did all that for him.
"Thanks a lot for your help darling." He said as she helped him get into the bathtub. He shuddered as the warmth of the water engulf him. He didn't realize how cold he was until now. He let his head lie back on the rim of the tube and closed his eyes for a moment. As he felt a soft hand on his cheek he leant into the touch and opened his eyes to see her smiling at him. It was a sad smile, and his heart began to ach. She pressed a soft kiss on his forehead and strained herself again.
"If you need anything else …" she paused and breathed in deeply. "I'll go in our chambers. Just call."
And with that she left him alone.
He followed her with his eyes, and he could feel the lump forming in his throat. And as the door closed silently behind her and he could here her soft sobs his heart break and soundless tears flow down his cheeks and the agony of his sins towards her crushing over him.
Later that night, when she had come back and had cleaned him with a washcloth and had washed his hair, they lie in bed together. They faced each other. Looking into each other's eyes for a long time. No one uttered a word.
Until his fear and emotions got to him, and he had to say what he had missed to express for far too long of a time.
"I love you. I hope you know that darling." His whispered words sounded too loud in the quiet, dark room.
She brushed his hair behind of one of his ears and smiled at him. A smile that contains so match feelings at ones. Longing, love, care, but also sadness and disillusionment. She leant into him and gave him a soft lingering kiss on the lips.
"I almost thought you had forgot." she said with a slight rasp in her voice, as if she were about to cry.
"Never, my Love. And I'm deeply sorry if I've done something to your displeasure." He looked her deep in the eyes and tried to make her feel that this was his truth.
She just kissed him again and moved closer to him. Both feeling the warmth of each other's body.
And as they closed their eyes and slowly drifted of to sleep both of them were anxious about what was to come in the next days, month or maybe even years. the war would have eventually had to end someday. Right? And they just hopped that whatever would happen, that they and their son will make it out alive and together.