She finally breaks the silence “Harry, you scared me so much. Last week I got up and you were gone. I waited the whole day and you didn’t come back. Everybody told me not to worry, but I couldn’t help to.”
He can’t look her into the eyes, they’re too watery from her own tears, he removes his arm from her grip to put it around her shoulders and hold her close.
“I’ve searched for you for a week Harry. I went everywhere but you weren’t in any of those places. Then it hit me. Today is Christmas’ Eve and I knew you’d be here” she finishes her tale. “I didn’t want to scare you Hermione, I’m sorry, but I needed to get away. I felt like I was falling into this dark, empty hole…”
“And I’d have caught you, Harry. Whenever you feel like falling, I will always be there to catch you, call you back from the darkness” she said tenderly caressing him on the cheek.
“I should know better by now, shouldn’t I?” he cracks up with a half smile.
“Yes, you should. But even when you don’t, I’ll remember you.”
Harry feels his heart beat faster, the need to brush the snow out of her hair, the scent of her perfume getting through his nostrils, he takes in the beauty of this moment.
“You’ll always be there, won’t you, Herm?”
“Always” she softly replies raising her wand, moving it in a circle through the air and making something appear over their heads.
It takes a few seconds for Harry to recognize it: mistletoe.
“I didn’t know wizards had such mugglish traditions” he says, trying to test the waters.
“They don’t. But you and I are not only wizards. This is a tradition for us, isn’t it?” she asks, bravely taking a step closer.
He closes the distance and softly kisses her, she tastes like vanilla, snow, and Christmas. She tastes exactly what his body craves for.
“Merry Christmas Hermione” he tenderly says.
“Merry Christmas Harry” she replies putting her head on his chest and letting him wrap in a hug.
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Re: Harry/Hermione - Light of Christmas
Date: 2010-12-04 01:26 am (UTC)He can’t look her into the eyes, they’re too watery from her own tears, he removes his arm from her grip to put it around her shoulders and hold her close.
“I’ve searched for you for a week Harry. I went everywhere but you weren’t in any of those places. Then it hit me. Today is Christmas’ Eve and I knew you’d be here” she finishes her tale.
“I didn’t want to scare you Hermione, I’m sorry, but I needed to get away. I felt like I was falling into this dark, empty hole…”
“And I’d have caught you, Harry. Whenever you feel like falling, I will always be there to catch you, call you back from the darkness” she said tenderly caressing him on the cheek.
“I should know better by now, shouldn’t I?” he cracks up with a half smile.
“Yes, you should. But even when you don’t, I’ll remember you.”
Harry feels his heart beat faster, the need to brush the snow out of her hair, the scent of her perfume getting through his nostrils, he takes in the beauty of this moment.
“You’ll always be there, won’t you, Herm?”
“Always” she softly replies raising her wand, moving it in a circle through the air and making something appear over their heads.
It takes a few seconds for Harry to recognize it: mistletoe.
“I didn’t know wizards had such mugglish traditions” he says, trying to test the waters.
“They don’t. But you and I are not only wizards. This is a tradition for us, isn’t it?” she asks, bravely taking a step closer.
He closes the distance and softly kisses her, she tastes like vanilla, snow, and Christmas. She tastes exactly what his body craves for.
“Merry Christmas Hermione” he tenderly says.
“Merry Christmas Harry” she replies putting her head on his chest and letting him wrap in a hug.
(fin.)