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Fremione 17 - In my arms…
At the second commercial break, I realised that she indeed had fallen asleep. Her breathing was much calmer and her head almost lay on her shoulder. But before I could even think about cheering for my victory, the film continued and – this was the more important matter – Hermione fell against my chest. Mh…maybe it really was good that I was sitting like this.
I leant back a bit and hold her with my right arm so that she would stay in position. She was lucky that she looked so cute when she was asleep otherwise I sure would have lifted her off of me, summoned some colour pens and painted funny things on her cheeks and on her nose. Now I preferred holding her and watching the film till it ended.
But to be honest, I did hardly concentrate on the television any longer. Almost every minute I looked down to Hermione, how she leant against my chest. I wondered what she was dreaming about, because she smiled. The days before, she hadn’t smiled so peacefully in her sleep.
The movie ended one and a half hours later with the main character’s death but with peace for the world. Yep, it kind of was a strange and also unsatisfying ending. It left me very tired but I didn’t want to wake Hermione now. She was being asleep for so long now that she might be angry when I interrupt. I couldn’t just stand up either as she had moved her arm up to my shoulder in the last break. It was almost like a hug now. And something in me said that I couldn’t and especially didn’t want to leave now.
With a slight smile on my face, I slid my arm from the backrest, around my fiancée – it’s still somewhat strange to call or think about her like that – and leant back into a lying position. She was now more or less on top of me, still fast asleep. I held her with both of my arms…I think we’ve never been as close as now before. My heart somehow pounded a bit faster and stronger. I bit my lip while looking up to the ceiling. There was something special with this situation. If you had asked me two weeks ago if something like this could happen, I would have said no. Well…I was wrong and should I admit something? It somehow felt good to have her in my arms.
I eventually fell asleep few minutes later…
I know the story is long, but it’s a piece of really great Fremione ff, which is written by my good friend. The piece comes from my favourite chapter, which inspired me to this one. Hope you’ll enjoy it ;)
- Too old
- Dead
- With someone else
- In another country
- Not attracted to me
- Celebrities
- Fictional
James Phelps.. Fred Weasley..
Too many of them to count. How it comes that we have such a bad luck?
Fremione 16 - In a dream
Weeks without him were horrible! She thought about him every single day and fact, she couldn’t send an owl to tell him she’s fine was making her much sadder than anything. She was worried about him and she knew, that he was worried about her, too.
This night was Harry’s night on guard, so when he went outside, Hermione lied on a bed to take a snooze for a while. She wondered what Fred may be doing at this time. Is he okay?…
Suddenly quiet whisper came to her ears.
F: Hermione?
Fred sounded like he was smiling.
F: Hermione… Look at me…
But when she opened her eyes, there was no one inside the tent.
H: I wish I could… - she replied to the emptiness.
As I promised - new Fremione! Another one really soon! :)
