Ten Thousand Words Chapter 2
Author: yourebrilliant
Beta: the_willows
Rating: G/PG
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine.
Summary: If one picture tells a thousand words, what story could ten of them tell?
It was the Potters - the dead Potters, of all people - who’d given her the idea, she said. Whenever she saw Potter flicking through that photo album Dumbledore gave him, she started thinking about what she would leave behind if she died in the war. So she made one of her own.
She brought it down one night, when we ended up in the kitchen again killing time until the cocoa warmed. It was thick, and packed with shots from the last few years. I was surprised to see that they were all wizard photos - even the ones taken outside school. She’d just shrugged when I asked, said her father bought her the camera the first time they went to Diagon Alley and she got into the habit of using it. A quick freezing charm worked wonders when she wanted to show the pictures to her muggle friends and relatives.
As we flicked through the album, she pointed out who everyone was. Mostly it was pictures of her ‘boys’ - playing chess or exploding snap, inventing tragic predictions for divination, laughing like idiots at their own jokes - but there were action shots from Quidditch matches, landscapes of the castle, random photos of the Great Hall at breakfast with everyone huddled over their eggs trying to wake up.
There were even some pictures of her. Some of them were posed; there seemed to be one for every year on the Hogwarts express, growing from just the three of them to include Luna, Neville, Ginny, and others, but there were some where she clearly hadn’t realised there was a photo being taken. Two stood out; she’d gotten them both from that annoying little creep Creevey, she said, when I asked how she’d managed to get pictures she hadn’t taken. The first was at the Yule Ball; she was dancing with Krum, smiling up at him with her dress flaring as he twirled her around.
The other picture made me worry about Creevey; the fact that he’d been there and taken it definitely showed stalker tendencies. It was from third year; Potter, Weasley and Granger were facing off against myself, Crabbe and Goyle. There was pointing and shouting and then she suddenly stepped forward and slapped me in the face. When I saw it, I raised my hand instinctively; that slap had hurt. When she saw it, she did something I never imagined she’d do in my presence; she laughed. As soon as her photo self stepped up and smacked my photo self, she burst out laughing, covering her mouth with her hands to keep from disturbing our sleeping housemates.
‘I’m sorry,’ she whispered, putting a hand on my arm in apology. I wondered if she realised it was the first time she’d touched me without anger behind it. ‘I’m not laughing at you,’ she added quietly. ‘I just can’t believe I did it. I’d never slapped anybody before,’ she chuckled again, ‘I’ve never slapped anybody since.’
‘I feel so special,’ I drawled, softening my harsh words with half a smile.
She grinned back at me. ‘You made me so angry,’ she added. She looked at me oddly for a moment. ‘You haven’t done that for a while,’ she commented quietly. It was true, when I thought about it, we still exchanged opinions but I’d stopped picking fights with her.
Still laughing, she got up to pour our cocoa out, and I went to turn the page away from the slapping incident. As I reached for the page, I noticed something in the Yule Ball picture; me. I was standing off to one side, my arms crossed over my dress robes, and I was...watching Granger. Just standing and watching her dance.
She returned before I could take it in, setting the mug in front of me and gesturing for me to turn the page. She was still smiling when she sat down, and as she started telling me the story of the next photo, she shuffled her seat closer to mine.
Chapter Three
Chapter 3 Sneak Peek
I grimaced. ‘Hermione!’ I cried, covering my eyes in pain. ‘That’s disgusting! I’ll never get that image out of my brain!’
Beta: the_willows
Rating: G/PG
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine.
Summary: If one picture tells a thousand words, what story could ten of them tell?
It was the Potters - the dead Potters, of all people - who’d given her the idea, she said. Whenever she saw Potter flicking through that photo album Dumbledore gave him, she started thinking about what she would leave behind if she died in the war. So she made one of her own.
She brought it down one night, when we ended up in the kitchen again killing time until the cocoa warmed. It was thick, and packed with shots from the last few years. I was surprised to see that they were all wizard photos - even the ones taken outside school. She’d just shrugged when I asked, said her father bought her the camera the first time they went to Diagon Alley and she got into the habit of using it. A quick freezing charm worked wonders when she wanted to show the pictures to her muggle friends and relatives.
As we flicked through the album, she pointed out who everyone was. Mostly it was pictures of her ‘boys’ - playing chess or exploding snap, inventing tragic predictions for divination, laughing like idiots at their own jokes - but there were action shots from Quidditch matches, landscapes of the castle, random photos of the Great Hall at breakfast with everyone huddled over their eggs trying to wake up.
There were even some pictures of her. Some of them were posed; there seemed to be one for every year on the Hogwarts express, growing from just the three of them to include Luna, Neville, Ginny, and others, but there were some where she clearly hadn’t realised there was a photo being taken. Two stood out; she’d gotten them both from that annoying little creep Creevey, she said, when I asked how she’d managed to get pictures she hadn’t taken. The first was at the Yule Ball; she was dancing with Krum, smiling up at him with her dress flaring as he twirled her around.
The other picture made me worry about Creevey; the fact that he’d been there and taken it definitely showed stalker tendencies. It was from third year; Potter, Weasley and Granger were facing off against myself, Crabbe and Goyle. There was pointing and shouting and then she suddenly stepped forward and slapped me in the face. When I saw it, I raised my hand instinctively; that slap had hurt. When she saw it, she did something I never imagined she’d do in my presence; she laughed. As soon as her photo self stepped up and smacked my photo self, she burst out laughing, covering her mouth with her hands to keep from disturbing our sleeping housemates.
‘I’m sorry,’ she whispered, putting a hand on my arm in apology. I wondered if she realised it was the first time she’d touched me without anger behind it. ‘I’m not laughing at you,’ she added quietly. ‘I just can’t believe I did it. I’d never slapped anybody before,’ she chuckled again, ‘I’ve never slapped anybody since.’
‘I feel so special,’ I drawled, softening my harsh words with half a smile.
She grinned back at me. ‘You made me so angry,’ she added. She looked at me oddly for a moment. ‘You haven’t done that for a while,’ she commented quietly. It was true, when I thought about it, we still exchanged opinions but I’d stopped picking fights with her.
Still laughing, she got up to pour our cocoa out, and I went to turn the page away from the slapping incident. As I reached for the page, I noticed something in the Yule Ball picture; me. I was standing off to one side, my arms crossed over my dress robes, and I was...watching Granger. Just standing and watching her dance.
She returned before I could take it in, setting the mug in front of me and gesturing for me to turn the page. She was still smiling when she sat down, and as she started telling me the story of the next photo, she shuffled her seat closer to mine.
Chapter Three
Chapter 3 Sneak Peek
I grimaced. ‘Hermione!’ I cried, covering my eyes in pain. ‘That’s disgusting! I’ll never get that image out of my brain!’