The first time he hears her beg-truly beg and plead-is when they come for her.
They are coming back from Winter Break; he doesn’t know why they’re coming back at all. Routine, he decides, the only comfort available to them now. That and the Death Eaters have given them very little choice in the matter.
The train stops, not quite at the school just yet. They come aboard, just like before. he hears them coming, hears the name they are calling.
He has her hidden away in the nearest bathroom, his wand out and at the ready, before she has the wherewithal to protest. She grabs at his hand and he shrugs her off, knowing what she will say before she says it.
“Please,” she finally whispers, and there are tears in her pale blue eyes. The Death Eaters are getting closer and her panic mounts by the second. “Please!”
He shakes his head, squares his jaw, and plants his feet firmly in a defensive position. “Please,” she tries again, “I don’t want them to hurt you.”
Her fingers are on his arm, he shakes them off; her fingers on his cheek are harder to ignore. She tips his head her way and makes her final plea. “Please, they need you at the school.”
He pauses, heart heavy and thoughts chaotic; the Death Eaters are even closer now. He grabs her before she can blink, presses hungry-angry-frustrated lips against hers, which are no less famished, no less enraged, and no less helpless. He kisses her hard, tongue demanding, hands gripping her hard enough to bruise. She returns with a duelling tongue and fingers clutching at his hair hard enough to tear. It goes on forever, it ends too quick; and she pulls back with a sad smile and watery eyes.
“I’ll see you again,” she promises, and they both know that it is uncertain.
He watches them take her away and feels the loss of something never truly, officially his-and yet his all the same.
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timeasmymeasure
Really, Truly Part 3
Date: 2010-12-15 10:29 pm (UTC)The first time he hears her beg-truly beg and plead-is when they come for her.
They are coming back from Winter Break; he doesn’t know why they’re coming back at all. Routine, he decides, the only comfort available to them now. That and the Death Eaters have given them very little choice in the matter.
The train stops, not quite at the school just yet. They come aboard, just like before. he hears them coming, hears the name they are calling.
He has her hidden away in the nearest bathroom, his wand out and at the ready, before she has the wherewithal to protest. She grabs at his hand and he shrugs her off, knowing what she will say before she says it.
“Please,” she finally whispers, and there are tears in her pale blue eyes. The Death Eaters are getting closer and her panic mounts by the second. “Please!”
He shakes his head, squares his jaw, and plants his feet firmly in a defensive position. “Please,” she tries again, “I don’t want them to hurt you.”
Her fingers are on his arm, he shakes them off; her fingers on his cheek are harder to ignore. She tips his head her way and makes her final plea. “Please, they need you at the school.”
He pauses, heart heavy and thoughts chaotic; the Death Eaters are even closer now. He grabs her before she can blink, presses hungry-angry-frustrated lips against hers, which are no less famished, no less enraged, and no less helpless. He kisses her hard, tongue demanding, hands gripping her hard enough to bruise. She returns with a duelling tongue and fingers clutching at his hair hard enough to tear. It goes on forever, it ends too quick; and she pulls back with a sad smile and watery eyes.
“I’ll see you again,” she promises, and they both know that it is uncertain.
He watches them take her away and feels the loss of something never truly, officially his-and yet his all the same.
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