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Memory 1 - On Top of The Astronomy Tower
This story is set after the War and the flashbacks are in the 6th year of Hogwarts...
I look in the mirror – my short messy hair re-known to be a bubble gum pink, is the dullest it’s been in a long time. Black to reflect how I’m feeling. As I’m looking at myself, the crease on my forehead deepens and I trace the one tear that escapes with my fingertip. The contact of my finger on my own skin actually makes me jump, it is a stranger I see looking back at me. I don’t want to look at myself, hate looking at myself but am so fascinated by the change in my demeanour. My finger shakily seems to be moving of its own accord, down towards my jaw line. It stops here as it seeks out the miniscule dent in my skin – the scar I got the first time she kissed me. My lips curl up for the first time in a while as I reminisce…
Flashback...
The Astronomy Tower is my favourite place to think, especially at this time of night with clear skies and nothing but crickets conversing between themselves. I am sat on the ledge of one of the turrets, swinging my legs. I love sitting like this, knowing I’m so high up and sitting on the edge looking down sets my heart racing. An owl hoots and flies by the tower, I feel the whoosh of it flapping it’s wings and it sweeps past me and disappears in the direction of the Forbidden Forest. I lean my head back, closing my eyes and bask in the moonlight.
“Tonks?” I am startled by the voice out of the dark. Oh my God, I'm going to fall off! My mind is all askew as I think I see the ground coming up to greet me before I feel myself being yanked haughtily backwards. I land with a thud and am sprawled on the stone floor...
“What the hell? You could have fallen off the tower, do you KNOW how high it is…” The voice quietens as she stares at me intently. She mouths the word ‘oh’ and kneels down taking my head gently onto her knee, whilst I just ogle up at her feeling slightly dazed and stupid.
“It’s okay honey, you’ve cut yourself on something. It's not deep though.” She dabs at my jaw line with what I can make out to be a handkerchief with a neatly embroidered ‘H’ on it.
“I thought you’d be up here...I didn’t mean to frighten you. Especially sat up there.”
I finally find my voice “Alright, alright MUM, I won’t do it again.” She flashes that cheeky grin of hers as she gets her wand out of the waistband of her jeans, muttering an incantation. Whilst doing so, I feel a curious tingling sensation on my face.
“All better...I don't know if I used the right spell, the scar might not go completely...” She touches the area tentatively. “Tonks, I…I was looking for you…”
I’m feeling rather comfortable now, my eyes drifting shut. I'm getting used to the secure feeling of her thighs beneath me, and her hands now running through my hair.
“Mmm?” I grunt. Maybe that fall was worse than I thought. Even with my eyes closed I feel as though I’m spinning. “I’ve been wanting to…to…” The hand stroking my cheek has halted as I feel a blob of something wet land on my cheek. My eyes snap open and I look up to see her crying.
“Oh, Hermy what’s wrong?” I go to sit up, rather too fast it seems as the spinning goes into overload.
“Hey…” She lays me back down again. I reach up to touch her cheek and wipe a tear away with my thumb. We stare at each other. I’m lost in her glistening, beautiful brown eyes. They speak so many volumes. I don’t even question these feelings as she’s leaning down and tilts her head slightly to line up with mine. She stops only a few inches away now, so many questions coupled with fear in her eyes. I put a stop to them, gently but firmly using my hold on the side of her face to crush my lips against hers, her slightly fuller lips complimenting my not so ample ones. I want to taste her, feel the texture of her mouth but don’t want to rush things. So I don’t. She backs away slowly, eyes wide and mouth open
“I’m so sorry, I…” I interrupt her softly “Hermy, I kissed you, not the other way round. There’s no need to apologize, there’s nothing to be sorry for.” She opens her mouth to protest again but seems to decide against it as she leans down and kisses me of her own accord. It seems she wants to do some exploring of her own as she flicks her tongue across my lips and I allow entry. What started off as a gentle kiss turns into a more fiery one – tongues battle with one another as hands begin to roam. I go to sit up not feeling faint at all this time, and secure arms are around me, puling me up. I am aware of her hand riding further and further up my thigh towards the place that needs oh so much attention but I stop her. I pull out of the kiss and she looks crestfallen. She goes to stand up but I pull her back down. Both on our knees now, I pull her close to my body. I bury my face in her sweet smelling hair and whisper into her ear
"I really want to...not here...not now." I pull back from her slightly and look into her eyes, they never lie. She seems to have eased slightly "Okay...I...it's okay." She giggles nervously and bites down on her lip.
It's my turn to giggle nervously "Look, i've wanted this for so, so long baby...I... I don't want to spoil it by rushing things." She smiles gently whilst cupping my cheek in her hand and a whisper of a kiss passes over my lips. I'll be damned if I can stop these butterflies doing a merry dance in my stomach. I look at my purple watch that matches my hair. I've been wearing it that way since she told me it was her favorite. "Well, you best get to bed little lady. Not that you need much beauty sleep."
I wink at her playfully as she tangles her fingers in mine, stepping close to me again "I'll be thinking of you as I slide under those blankets..." She plants a meaningful kiss on my lips, giving my ass a playful squeeze and glides off, the moonlight shining on her hair. I stare after her like a lovestruck teenager. As she fades out of view, my hand goes to the place where my injury was. I can still feel the damaged skin tissue that has been freshly healed and wonder whether there will be a scar. I hope so, it will mark the beginning of me and my Hermione.
End Flashback...
As if I have just awoken from a dream, I am startled to see I am still stood in front of the mirror. Tears are now streaming down my face, not tears of sorrow but tears of happiness from the memory I just encountered. Harsh reality of the image before me now, brings all of the anger bubbling to the surface again. Hermione is dead. She is dead and she's not coming back. All I see is red - I pick up the nearest object to me (a rather large and heavy Weird Sisters ornament) and throw it into the mirror, smashing it into thousands of pieces. I hate this, I hate it! Why can't I be dead too? WHY?
I am out of breath and observing the pieces of the mirror scattered everywhere. Thousands of different jagged versions of myself are glaring back at me defiantly. I am almost entranced by all of these mini me's. They make me think of being trapped in another world. That's how I feel, trapped in this world. I slump down onto my knees, dropping the ornament with a heavy thud. Never taking my eyes off of one especially sharp looking piece of mirror, I slowly pick it up watching the reflection reaching towards me. I turn my arm over so the palm is facing upwards, and rest the sharp edge on my wrist. It feels so cool, so nice. My mind allows me to begin to contemplate what I'm about to do. My reflection looks back at me confused. What would Hermy think? I disregard this thought as I push the blade into my skin...
I look in the mirror – my short messy hair re-known to be a bubble gum pink, is the dullest it’s been in a long time. Black to reflect how I’m feeling. As I’m looking at myself, the crease on my forehead deepens and I trace the one tear that escapes with my fingertip. The contact of my finger on my own skin actually makes me jump, it is a stranger I see looking back at me. I don’t want to look at myself, hate looking at myself but am so fascinated by the change in my demeanour. My finger shakily seems to be moving of its own accord, down towards my jaw line. It stops here as it seeks out the miniscule dent in my skin – the scar I got the first time she kissed me. My lips curl up for the first time in a while as I reminisce…
Flashback...
The Astronomy Tower is my favourite place to think, especially at this time of night with clear skies and nothing but crickets conversing between themselves. I am sat on the ledge of one of the turrets, swinging my legs. I love sitting like this, knowing I’m so high up and sitting on the edge looking down sets my heart racing. An owl hoots and flies by the tower, I feel the whoosh of it flapping it’s wings and it sweeps past me and disappears in the direction of the Forbidden Forest. I lean my head back, closing my eyes and bask in the moonlight.
“Tonks?” I am startled by the voice out of the dark. Oh my God, I'm going to fall off! My mind is all askew as I think I see the ground coming up to greet me before I feel myself being yanked haughtily backwards. I land with a thud and am sprawled on the stone floor...
“What the hell? You could have fallen off the tower, do you KNOW how high it is…” The voice quietens as she stares at me intently. She mouths the word ‘oh’ and kneels down taking my head gently onto her knee, whilst I just ogle up at her feeling slightly dazed and stupid.
“It’s okay honey, you’ve cut yourself on something. It's not deep though.” She dabs at my jaw line with what I can make out to be a handkerchief with a neatly embroidered ‘H’ on it.
“I thought you’d be up here...I didn’t mean to frighten you. Especially sat up there.”
I finally find my voice “Alright, alright MUM, I won’t do it again.” She flashes that cheeky grin of hers as she gets her wand out of the waistband of her jeans, muttering an incantation. Whilst doing so, I feel a curious tingling sensation on my face.
“All better...I don't know if I used the right spell, the scar might not go completely...” She touches the area tentatively. “Tonks, I…I was looking for you…”
I’m feeling rather comfortable now, my eyes drifting shut. I'm getting used to the secure feeling of her thighs beneath me, and her hands now running through my hair.
“Mmm?” I grunt. Maybe that fall was worse than I thought. Even with my eyes closed I feel as though I’m spinning. “I’ve been wanting to…to…” The hand stroking my cheek has halted as I feel a blob of something wet land on my cheek. My eyes snap open and I look up to see her crying.
“Oh, Hermy what’s wrong?” I go to sit up, rather too fast it seems as the spinning goes into overload.
“Hey…” She lays me back down again. I reach up to touch her cheek and wipe a tear away with my thumb. We stare at each other. I’m lost in her glistening, beautiful brown eyes. They speak so many volumes. I don’t even question these feelings as she’s leaning down and tilts her head slightly to line up with mine. She stops only a few inches away now, so many questions coupled with fear in her eyes. I put a stop to them, gently but firmly using my hold on the side of her face to crush my lips against hers, her slightly fuller lips complimenting my not so ample ones. I want to taste her, feel the texture of her mouth but don’t want to rush things. So I don’t. She backs away slowly, eyes wide and mouth open
“I’m so sorry, I…” I interrupt her softly “Hermy, I kissed you, not the other way round. There’s no need to apologize, there’s nothing to be sorry for.” She opens her mouth to protest again but seems to decide against it as she leans down and kisses me of her own accord. It seems she wants to do some exploring of her own as she flicks her tongue across my lips and I allow entry. What started off as a gentle kiss turns into a more fiery one – tongues battle with one another as hands begin to roam. I go to sit up not feeling faint at all this time, and secure arms are around me, puling me up. I am aware of her hand riding further and further up my thigh towards the place that needs oh so much attention but I stop her. I pull out of the kiss and she looks crestfallen. She goes to stand up but I pull her back down. Both on our knees now, I pull her close to my body. I bury my face in her sweet smelling hair and whisper into her ear
"I really want to...not here...not now." I pull back from her slightly and look into her eyes, they never lie. She seems to have eased slightly "Okay...I...it's okay." She giggles nervously and bites down on her lip.
It's my turn to giggle nervously "Look, i've wanted this for so, so long baby...I... I don't want to spoil it by rushing things." She smiles gently whilst cupping my cheek in her hand and a whisper of a kiss passes over my lips. I'll be damned if I can stop these butterflies doing a merry dance in my stomach. I look at my purple watch that matches my hair. I've been wearing it that way since she told me it was her favorite. "Well, you best get to bed little lady. Not that you need much beauty sleep."
I wink at her playfully as she tangles her fingers in mine, stepping close to me again "I'll be thinking of you as I slide under those blankets..." She plants a meaningful kiss on my lips, giving my ass a playful squeeze and glides off, the moonlight shining on her hair. I stare after her like a lovestruck teenager. As she fades out of view, my hand goes to the place where my injury was. I can still feel the damaged skin tissue that has been freshly healed and wonder whether there will be a scar. I hope so, it will mark the beginning of me and my Hermione.
End Flashback...
As if I have just awoken from a dream, I am startled to see I am still stood in front of the mirror. Tears are now streaming down my face, not tears of sorrow but tears of happiness from the memory I just encountered. Harsh reality of the image before me now, brings all of the anger bubbling to the surface again. Hermione is dead. She is dead and she's not coming back. All I see is red - I pick up the nearest object to me (a rather large and heavy Weird Sisters ornament) and throw it into the mirror, smashing it into thousands of pieces. I hate this, I hate it! Why can't I be dead too? WHY?
I am out of breath and observing the pieces of the mirror scattered everywhere. Thousands of different jagged versions of myself are glaring back at me defiantly. I am almost entranced by all of these mini me's. They make me think of being trapped in another world. That's how I feel, trapped in this world. I slump down onto my knees, dropping the ornament with a heavy thud. Never taking my eyes off of one especially sharp looking piece of mirror, I slowly pick it up watching the reflection reaching towards me. I turn my arm over so the palm is facing upwards, and rest the sharp edge on my wrist. It feels so cool, so nice. My mind allows me to begin to contemplate what I'm about to do. My reflection looks back at me confused. What would Hermy think? I disregard this thought as I push the blade into my skin...