Ficlet: Brief Interlude (Dramione)
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dramione_ldws. Yes, I did both the Hobbit-centric one and this one, which had to use Moulin Rouge imagery and lyrics from three modern lovesongs.
Brief Interlude
Draco shook his quill in irritation, then sighed. He knew it wasn’t the poor ink he was using that was keeping his words from flowing onto the paper. No, he thought as he gazed across the room to the sleeping form of Hermione, it was definitely not the ink.
She sighed in her sleep, though it may have been a delicate cough on closer consideration, then rolled over once more, the vision of a Pre-Raphaelite angel.
“Love stinks,” Draco said quietly to himself… or perhaps he sang it. There often didn’t seem to be a difference to him anymore. “I just can’t take my eyes off of you.”
Hermione seemed to have heard his words as her eyelids fluttered open and the steady gaze of her brown eyes bored into him accusingly.
“I always feel like somebody’s watching me,” she said, her words laced with sadness though her tone was nearly cruel. “On stage, backstage, with the duke… I don’t need that from you.”
“Then I won’t,” he said, though he knew he was lying.
She regarded him a long time in silence before nodding and lying back down on the bed, the moonlight making her skin glow like diamonds, and her breathing became regular once more.
“I’d stop watching you,” he said to no one, “if only I could.”
A very astute observer might have noticed the smallest pause in Hermione’s breathing, but it might have been nothing at all. Just as Draco was about to give up writing for the day as a bad job and slip into bed, the air was broken by a shrill declaration from the corner.
“Will you quit dancing around each other! It’s obvious you’re both in love!”
Both Draco and Hermione sat up at once, goggling at the thing that had spoken.
“I thought you’d got the speaking charm off it,” Hermione said.
“I thought I had,” Draco said. “Then again, you can’t really change the nature of an object.”
“And what nature is that?” Hermione asked.
“The sitar can only speak the truth,” he said, then smiled at her as she curled against him. “Say, will you remind me to stop by Pomfrey’s tomorrow to get you that Pepper Up potion, will you, love?”
“Mmm-hmm,” she said, and they both fell into a peaceful, trusting sleep.
Unfortunately, Frank was still living in their foot… whatever that means.
*lyrics from "Love Stinks" by the J. Geils Band, Frankie Valli's "Can't Take My Eyes off You," and "Somebody's Watching Me" by Rockwell.
dramione_ldws. Yes, I did both the Hobbit-centric one and this one, which had to use Moulin Rouge imagery and lyrics from three modern lovesongs.Draco shook his quill in irritation, then sighed. He knew it wasn’t the poor ink he was using that was keeping his words from flowing onto the paper. No, he thought as he gazed across the room to the sleeping form of Hermione, it was definitely not the ink.
She sighed in her sleep, though it may have been a delicate cough on closer consideration, then rolled over once more, the vision of a Pre-Raphaelite angel.
“Love stinks,” Draco said quietly to himself… or perhaps he sang it. There often didn’t seem to be a difference to him anymore. “I just can’t take my eyes off of you.”
Hermione seemed to have heard his words as her eyelids fluttered open and the steady gaze of her brown eyes bored into him accusingly.
“I always feel like somebody’s watching me,” she said, her words laced with sadness though her tone was nearly cruel. “On stage, backstage, with the duke… I don’t need that from you.”
“Then I won’t,” he said, though he knew he was lying.
She regarded him a long time in silence before nodding and lying back down on the bed, the moonlight making her skin glow like diamonds, and her breathing became regular once more.
“I’d stop watching you,” he said to no one, “if only I could.”
A very astute observer might have noticed the smallest pause in Hermione’s breathing, but it might have been nothing at all. Just as Draco was about to give up writing for the day as a bad job and slip into bed, the air was broken by a shrill declaration from the corner.
“Will you quit dancing around each other! It’s obvious you’re both in love!”
Both Draco and Hermione sat up at once, goggling at the thing that had spoken.
“I thought you’d got the speaking charm off it,” Hermione said.
“I thought I had,” Draco said. “Then again, you can’t really change the nature of an object.”
“And what nature is that?” Hermione asked.
“The sitar can only speak the truth,” he said, then smiled at her as she curled against him. “Say, will you remind me to stop by Pomfrey’s tomorrow to get you that Pepper Up potion, will you, love?”
“Mmm-hmm,” she said, and they both fell into a peaceful, trusting sleep.
Unfortunately, Frank was still living in their foot… whatever that means.
*lyrics from "Love Stinks" by the J. Geils Band, Frankie Valli's "Can't Take My Eyes off You," and "Somebody's Watching Me" by Rockwell.
