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A bunch of drabbles for my first post. Well, two drabbles. They are drabblicious.
Temperature (HP; J/L; 100 words; G; Lily is hormonal. Poor girl.)
When he looks at her she can feel it, and she loves and hates it in equal measure. His eyes are the only eyes that have ever made her a little bit poetic. Even behind cool glass, they are warm. They make her feel warmth in her chest that she supposes must be anger. How could it be anything else? It has been anger for so long.
He brushes his fingertips across her neck as he walks behind her in Transfiguration. Arrogant bastard. Now she’s shivering.
She can’t stand that he can make her warm and cold all at once.
Moment (HP; S/R; 100 words; G; The moment when things change.)
He can still remember the exact moment. It’s like the moment that he first cast Wingardium Leviosa, or the moment he woke after the Bite. Forever trapped in his mind like some kind of beautifully vicious butterfly. His moment, a moment when he woke, and turned, and across the space between two beds, the curtains open, a big hand brushed the floor. He was twitching minutely in his sleep. His wrists were thin like a little boy’s. Remus had leaned across- the space wasn’t so much. Lips to lips for just a moment. Just a moment.
Sirius hadn’t woken up.
Temperature (HP; J/L; 100 words; G; Lily is hormonal. Poor girl.)
When he looks at her she can feel it, and she loves and hates it in equal measure. His eyes are the only eyes that have ever made her a little bit poetic. Even behind cool glass, they are warm. They make her feel warmth in her chest that she supposes must be anger. How could it be anything else? It has been anger for so long.
He brushes his fingertips across her neck as he walks behind her in Transfiguration. Arrogant bastard. Now she’s shivering.
She can’t stand that he can make her warm and cold all at once.
Moment (HP; S/R; 100 words; G; The moment when things change.)
He can still remember the exact moment. It’s like the moment that he first cast Wingardium Leviosa, or the moment he woke after the Bite. Forever trapped in his mind like some kind of beautifully vicious butterfly. His moment, a moment when he woke, and turned, and across the space between two beds, the curtains open, a big hand brushed the floor. He was twitching minutely in his sleep. His wrists were thin like a little boy’s. Remus had leaned across- the space wasn’t so much. Lips to lips for just a moment. Just a moment.
Sirius hadn’t woken up.