Every day that passed, the hollowness grew. Desperate to find her place in this world she had spent her teenage years travelling from place to place, scavenging to survive, searching every face, tracing every bit of skin. Sometimes, in her darkest hour, she contemplated driving her fist into the ground just to see who’s hand would break with hers.
He can’t. He shouldn’t. He mustn’t. But he wants to. He wants to ask her out, get her name, know her coffee order, get her flowers and wash her clothes in branded fabric softeners that won’t chafe her cheeks as she rubs them with her too long sleeves.
They are gods at the centre of all things, and he holds her close like she is the last star illuminating this galaxy.
“Ben...” Her eyes focus on his as her body heaves with the violent tremors of her pain.
“I’ve got you. Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ve got you.”
- Part 2 of Hollow Bones
He follows the subtle pull of their bond to the opening on his left, treading softly over the threshold of his bedroom. The sight that greets him is both deeply amusing and mouthwatering.
As per usual he can’t see her surroundings beyond her physical self and whatever object she may be touching or resting on - which in this case happened to be a great, big stone bath right in the centre of his sleeping quarters.
- Part 1 of Hollow Bones
Hermione felt the pounding in her ears again. She would see him for the first time since the Great Hall, gaunt and stricken at the Slytherin table with his mother clutching his arm. She hadn't meant to look for him. Not in the corridors, not beneath the white sheets of the fallen, not on the way to the Chamber of Secrets with Ron, but she was a stupid girl.
- Part 1 of Rights and Wrongs
Bookmarked by 3Hazels
20 Dec 2018