Ficlet, R, Temper Temper
Title: Temper, Temper
Character Pairing: Tracey/Greg
Rating: R
Word Count: 286
Summary: Greg finds out Tracey isn't handling being away from him anymore than he is being away from her. It isn't pretty.
Author's notes: Sixth ficlet in the series. Follows Den and Remember just prior to Star and is directly after the 5th ficlet in the series.
As if his mood hadn't been foul enough after learning that Vinnie and the bastard Pucey had spent an entire evening glaring at Maeve, her next letter had nearly done him in. He'd considered, seriously considered Apparating to Hogsmeade and sneaking into Hogwarts to retrieve Maeve- damn the fucking consequences. He sighed, running a hand along the sleeve of the Ballycastle jumper before pulling it on after a quick cleaning charm since he wasn't about to let it out of his sight. It still smelled of Maeve's perfume and he hoped to keep it that way as long as possible before resorting to charms. Lex and Rave hadn't understood, not really, the reason he'd been so happy to get her gifts. He'd set them straight, kicking both of their arses soundly. He'd felt marginally smug afterwards considering he'd used the American Football manoeuvres that they'd taught him to accomplish said arse kickings.
The letter, hastily written and obviously never to be sent had pained him physically and mentally. He'd tried, oh how he'd tried, to sleep with his arms feeling empty. It wasn't working. Why hadn't he pushed harder to have her join him here? Why hadn't he put his foot down, exerted the considerable power of the Goyle name and insisted she come? Why hadn't he pointed out that if they trusted that he was safe here that Maeve would be safe as well? What the fuck had he been thinking?
He whirled, blindly grabbing something off the desk and threw it at the far wall. Backing away, his back slammed up against the windows. Burying his face in his hands, he slid down the wall and desperately attempted to keep his tears at bay.
Character Pairing: Tracey/Greg
Rating: R
Word Count: 286
Summary: Greg finds out Tracey isn't handling being away from him anymore than he is being away from her. It isn't pretty.
Author's notes: Sixth ficlet in the series. Follows Den and Remember just prior to Star and is directly after the 5th ficlet in the series.
As if his mood hadn't been foul enough after learning that Vinnie and the bastard Pucey had spent an entire evening glaring at Maeve, her next letter had nearly done him in. He'd considered, seriously considered Apparating to Hogsmeade and sneaking into Hogwarts to retrieve Maeve- damn the fucking consequences. He sighed, running a hand along the sleeve of the Ballycastle jumper before pulling it on after a quick cleaning charm since he wasn't about to let it out of his sight. It still smelled of Maeve's perfume and he hoped to keep it that way as long as possible before resorting to charms. Lex and Rave hadn't understood, not really, the reason he'd been so happy to get her gifts. He'd set them straight, kicking both of their arses soundly. He'd felt marginally smug afterwards considering he'd used the American Football manoeuvres that they'd taught him to accomplish said arse kickings.
The letter, hastily written and obviously never to be sent had pained him physically and mentally. He'd tried, oh how he'd tried, to sleep with his arms feeling empty. It wasn't working. Why hadn't he pushed harder to have her join him here? Why hadn't he put his foot down, exerted the considerable power of the Goyle name and insisted she come? Why hadn't he pointed out that if they trusted that he was safe here that Maeve would be safe as well? What the fuck had he been thinking?
He whirled, blindly grabbing something off the desk and threw it at the far wall. Backing away, his back slammed up against the windows. Burying his face in his hands, he slid down the wall and desperately attempted to keep his tears at bay.