[ The thing Fred was wrong about was his lack of warmth. That was part of what started to draw her to him. Back at home, he was gone. Long, long gone. But here... He was alive. He was alive, and he had a pulse. He had heat, he had something still so lively sparking within him that she hadn't the slightest idea how he could feel numb. Though, she supposed that... she couldn't imagine what it was like to be in his shoes. She hadn't died.
But it is his life. The way she sees it, this is a chance at a new life for him. One mostly free of the toils and troubles of the previous.
And should he ever express that he finds all of this to just be a dream, she would adamantly protest. It is very real, as is he, as is she, as are their lives. But he hasn't, and in this moment, all she knows is what she can see written on his face and what she can feel in his touch. His mouth against her skin, the brief glint in his eyes... And she's empathetic enough to be able to read what little is there before it's gone again.
One day she really must call him on it. ]
Completely...
[ Hermione no more has time to prepare herself for the hand in her hair than she does for the sudden assault of kisses, her skin pebbling and goosebumps rising particularly as his lips find her neck, that spot underneath her ear, her jaw... She shivers a little, her breath shallow and somewhere she's completely unable to catch it. Before she's even aware, his lips have found hers, and even faster than she can reciprocate their gone again. The next, she's prepared, and she does not hesitate to loop her arms around his neck and return each ounce of pressure, each drop of passion and intensity that he offers. And her eyes close, and she pulls herself even closer to him, tighter against him, as she initiates a further deepening of the kiss.
Her head is in a rush, thoughts swimming at the speed of light in rapid succession, one right after the other. It's just a curse, this is Ron's brother, don't just think of him as Ron's brother! he's his own person, the fact that somewhere deep down she's wanted this for awhile, the rush of happiness she feels because of it, the twinge of pain knowing that at any given moment the City could send her away and she would never see him again, the desire to just keep kissing him and push away all other worries... There's more, so much more, but to realize it all... it would shatter everything that is the moment they're in.
bc of reasons 8(
But it is his life. The way she sees it, this is a chance at a new life for him. One mostly free of the toils and troubles of the previous.
And should he ever express that he finds all of this to just be a dream, she would adamantly protest. It is very real, as is he, as is she, as are their lives. But he hasn't, and in this moment, all she knows is what she can see written on his face and what she can feel in his touch. His mouth against her skin, the brief glint in his eyes... And she's empathetic enough to be able to read what little is there before it's gone again.
One day she really must call him on it. ]
Completely...
[ Hermione no more has time to prepare herself for the hand in her hair than she does for the sudden assault of kisses, her skin pebbling and goosebumps rising particularly as his lips find her neck, that spot underneath her ear, her jaw... She shivers a little, her breath shallow and somewhere she's completely unable to catch it. Before she's even aware, his lips have found hers, and even faster than she can reciprocate their gone again. The next, she's prepared, and she does not hesitate to loop her arms around his neck and return each ounce of pressure, each drop of passion and intensity that he offers. And her eyes close, and she pulls herself even closer to him, tighter against him, as she initiates a further deepening of the kiss.
Her head is in a rush, thoughts swimming at the speed of light in rapid succession, one right after the other. It's just a curse, this is Ron's brother, don't just think of him as Ron's brother! he's his own person, the fact that somewhere deep down she's wanted this for awhile, the rush of happiness she feels because of it, the twinge of pain knowing that at any given moment the City could send her away and she would never see him again, the desire to just keep kissing him and push away all other worries... There's more, so much more, but to realize it all... it would shatter everything that is the moment they're in.
And the moment they're in is perfect. ]