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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
1,194
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
I wish I had my beach
I wish I had my beach
It’s hot today, really hot. I can see Miss Pumpernik’s feet across the way as she sunbathes in her front garden. Gran says it’s so all the neighbours can admire her youthful body – I say it’s so she can catch the last of the rays after work. Granny despairs of me sometimes.
I always know when it’s good weather before even stepping outside, there’s a cheerful mood that seems to consume people when its sunny. Why weather that makes you damp and irritable is preferable to weather that makes you drenched and irritable when it rains is beyond me. But my plants seem to like it so I’ll go along with it anyways.
I look up as I hear a screech above me. Swooping down is one of the most beautiful owls I have ever seen, though I see beautiful owls on a regular basis, but still it is extraordinarily beautiful.
I glance around quickly to see if anybody noticed. Of course they did, what are neighbours for-I do try and impress upon him the conspicuousness of beautiful and obviously expensive owls in our neighbourhood but it falls upon deaf ears.
Sighing I pick up my weeding tools and take the owl inside. It’s time for Grandmothers bath anyway.
Washing the plates after dinner I think back upon the gift I received from the owl earlier. It truly was beautiful. A bracelet made up of a single silver chain with a rose made of slivers of emerald. Green, always green, Slytherin Green. He knows my tastes in jewellery are a little on the feminine side you see. But I can’t help but think the gift is cheapened by the fact that he feels guilty for not contacting me sooner.
Cheap…as in devalued, achieved with little effort, Worthy of no respect; vulgar or contemptible…Inexpensive. I do not like this ideology of myself, but in a way it’s true.
There was a note as usual and as usual I shall go to him.
These are the times when I doubt our relationship, if you could call it that. These are the times when I know I should move on and find someone who will love me openly, not hide me away in corners. No secret meetings that never last the night. No easy gifts to cover guilt.
I wish I had will power.
No I don’t, I wish I had my beach.
***
It was wonderful as it always is, he worshiped my body as though I made of the most fragile stuff. But I hated how he had to leave soon after, hated how I was left like a dirty dishrag on the draining board.
Left out to dry.
He kissed me apologetically and tells me he will contact me soon.
Sometimes I wish he wouldn’t bother.
All the time I wish he would contact me sooner.
It’s hot today, really hot. I can see Miss Pumpernik’s feet across the way as she sunbathes in her front garden. Gran says it’s so all the neighbours can admire her youthful body – I say it’s so she can catch the last of the rays after work. Granny despairs of me sometimes.
I always know when it’s good weather before even stepping outside, there’s a cheerful mood that seems to consume people when its sunny. Why weather that makes you damp and irritable is preferable to weather that makes you drenched and irritable when it rains is beyond me. But my plants seem to like it so I’ll go along with it anyways.
I look up as I hear a screech above me. Swooping down is one of the most beautiful owls I have ever seen, though I see beautiful owls on a regular basis, but still it is extraordinarily beautiful.
I glance around quickly to see if anybody noticed. Of course they did, what are neighbours for-I do try and impress upon him the conspicuousness of beautiful and obviously expensive owls in our neighbourhood but it falls upon deaf ears.
Sighing I pick up my weeding tools and take the owl inside. It’s time for Grandmothers bath anyway.
Washing the plates after dinner I think back upon the gift I received from the owl earlier. It truly was beautiful. A bracelet made up of a single silver chain with a rose made of slivers of emerald. Green, always green, Slytherin Green. He knows my tastes in jewellery are a little on the feminine side you see. But I can’t help but think the gift is cheapened by the fact that he feels guilty for not contacting me sooner.
Cheap…as in devalued, achieved with little effort, Worthy of no respect; vulgar or contemptible…Inexpensive. I do not like this ideology of myself, but in a way it’s true.
There was a note as usual and as usual I shall go to him.
These are the times when I doubt our relationship, if you could call it that. These are the times when I know I should move on and find someone who will love me openly, not hide me away in corners. No secret meetings that never last the night. No easy gifts to cover guilt.
I wish I had will power.
No I don’t, I wish I had my beach.
***
It was wonderful as it always is, he worshiped my body as though I made of the most fragile stuff. But I hated how he had to leave soon after, hated how I was left like a dirty dishrag on the draining board.
Left out to dry.
He kissed me apologetically and tells me he will contact me soon.
Sometimes I wish he wouldn’t bother.
All the time I wish he would contact me sooner.