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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
100
Views:
10,606
Reviews:
52
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Joy
Title: Joy
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: All
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble
Warnings: None
Summary: #14 – Joy. This was ‘joy’ to her.
Word Count: 579 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words. Suggested by lisiapple, and is hopefully not too fluffy.
Prompt 14 – Joy
In hindsight, Hermione wondered: was joy only possible after experiencing such defeat or pain? On days such as these, sitting in the grass over the cliffs of a deep blue sea, Hermione knew that she was edging close to joy.
Her head rested in his lap, his pale fingers tangling in her caramel waves, leaning over her, his silver eyes gazing into her own.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked, his voice barely audible over the sound of the waves crashing into the white cliffs below.
Hermione sighed, rolling to lie on her back, gazing up into her lover’s face.
“Joy.”
He laughed. “Such an abstract thing?”
She nodded, rolling the back of her head against his thighs.
They had decided to take in the sea air, not worried about anyone bothering them, Muggles seeing them.
“It is merely just a great elation one feels when they believe they are happy?”
He rolled his eyes. “I thought we were going to leave the ‘deep thought’ today and enjoy the sea air?”
“That is like telling me not to breathe,” she countered.
He chuckled. “True. And I, for one, want your to breathe.”
Hermione pursed her lips. “Well, that is nice to know.”
His fingers dug deeper into her hair, pulling playfully. She could not help but smile, ‘joy’ was near.
“I will apologize again for accidentally hexing you last week, but you should know better than to sneak up on me when I’m sleeping.”
Hermione snorted. “And I should have dodged.”
“So true.”
They fell silent again, Hermione twisting her face toward the sea again, his fingers tracing circles in her hair and against her scalp. Only two weeks before, they had been fighting for their lives. Only two weeks before, Hermione had nearly lost the man she loved.
That was why she felt joy, a simply happiness of being able to see near the sea with him. Joy in knowing that they would never be apart again.
She shifted her left hand upon her hip, raising it to her eyes. The glimmer of a platinum band about her ring finger dazzled her eyes. Her eyes then moved to his hand resting on her belly, and the matching platinum glimmer on his finger.
This was joy, she thought.
Life, death, pain, loss—all of it to be countered by such wonderful things like love, happiness, marriage, and joy.
“Is it too naive to think that everything, from this point on, will be all right?” she whispered in question.
“It is naive, Hermione, but still worth believing in,” he whispered back, his voice nearly lost on the sea’s wind.
Hermione sighed, turning her head back to look up into his shadowed face.
“Us, together, for now on?”
He grinned, his grey eyes almost as brilliant as the wedding band on his finger. “Us, together, for as long as you like, you silly woman.”
Joy, it caused her eyes to water. Joy, it caused her chin to tremble.
“You know what they say about men who marry silly women, don’t you, Mr. Malfoy?” she managed.
“No? What’s that?” he said, wiping away the tears in the corners of her eyes.
She grinned. “They live happily ever after with hoards of silly children.”
Draco Malfoy howled in laughter. “The Malfoy line needs more silliness and less inbreeding—“
This was joy to Hermione Granger Malfoy, teasing her husband in the bright sunlight of a day they had lived to see together…
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: All
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble
Warnings: None
Summary: #14 – Joy. This was ‘joy’ to her.
Word Count: 579 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words. Suggested by lisiapple, and is hopefully not too fluffy.
Prompt 14 – Joy
In hindsight, Hermione wondered: was joy only possible after experiencing such defeat or pain? On days such as these, sitting in the grass over the cliffs of a deep blue sea, Hermione knew that she was edging close to joy.
Her head rested in his lap, his pale fingers tangling in her caramel waves, leaning over her, his silver eyes gazing into her own.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked, his voice barely audible over the sound of the waves crashing into the white cliffs below.
Hermione sighed, rolling to lie on her back, gazing up into her lover’s face.
“Joy.”
He laughed. “Such an abstract thing?”
She nodded, rolling the back of her head against his thighs.
They had decided to take in the sea air, not worried about anyone bothering them, Muggles seeing them.
“It is merely just a great elation one feels when they believe they are happy?”
He rolled his eyes. “I thought we were going to leave the ‘deep thought’ today and enjoy the sea air?”
“That is like telling me not to breathe,” she countered.
He chuckled. “True. And I, for one, want your to breathe.”
Hermione pursed her lips. “Well, that is nice to know.”
His fingers dug deeper into her hair, pulling playfully. She could not help but smile, ‘joy’ was near.
“I will apologize again for accidentally hexing you last week, but you should know better than to sneak up on me when I’m sleeping.”
Hermione snorted. “And I should have dodged.”
“So true.”
They fell silent again, Hermione twisting her face toward the sea again, his fingers tracing circles in her hair and against her scalp. Only two weeks before, they had been fighting for their lives. Only two weeks before, Hermione had nearly lost the man she loved.
That was why she felt joy, a simply happiness of being able to see near the sea with him. Joy in knowing that they would never be apart again.
She shifted her left hand upon her hip, raising it to her eyes. The glimmer of a platinum band about her ring finger dazzled her eyes. Her eyes then moved to his hand resting on her belly, and the matching platinum glimmer on his finger.
This was joy, she thought.
Life, death, pain, loss—all of it to be countered by such wonderful things like love, happiness, marriage, and joy.
“Is it too naive to think that everything, from this point on, will be all right?” she whispered in question.
“It is naive, Hermione, but still worth believing in,” he whispered back, his voice nearly lost on the sea’s wind.
Hermione sighed, turning her head back to look up into his shadowed face.
“Us, together, for now on?”
He grinned, his grey eyes almost as brilliant as the wedding band on his finger. “Us, together, for as long as you like, you silly woman.”
Joy, it caused her eyes to water. Joy, it caused her chin to tremble.
“You know what they say about men who marry silly women, don’t you, Mr. Malfoy?” she managed.
“No? What’s that?” he said, wiping away the tears in the corners of her eyes.
She grinned. “They live happily ever after with hoards of silly children.”
Draco Malfoy howled in laughter. “The Malfoy line needs more silliness and less inbreeding—“
This was joy to Hermione Granger Malfoy, teasing her husband in the bright sunlight of a day they had lived to see together…