One Shot 1
Title: Their Valentine's Day, Our Valentine's Day
Pairing: more ships
Rating: PG 14 (for the benefit of the doubt)
Warning: All the characters in this fic are not mine, JKRowling, the houses publishing, the cinema and quant 'other are the only owners of the above, there is no end only fun but profitable. The events described are purely imaginary, the characters do not really exist.
Genre: Romance, perhaps with ... some Angst speck of belief.
Notes: Fic Valentine's Day (yes, I have complied with the uniform and more) posted a day late (count 's has posted a 15, the PC-maker who was muttering again) because in the end this would be "their Valentine's Day" ... and they are more important than anyone else, for me.
"Oh Ron!"
through the common Hermione jump to see my brother's neck, her eyes shine happy, has a blue case in hand, those beautiful, those of jewelers ... that every girl wants to be seen like this in the days ahead.
"It's wonderful! You should not have, thanks! "Ron mumbled something
embarrassed, and after seven months of engagement has not yet accustomed to the reactions of extremely affectionate and Herm ... I challenge you! Hermione, books and logic, rationality and composure, which is exploding with joy this way ...!
crooked smile, but happy for him and move on.
* * * "You're only Ginny," Pansy
cuddle my sister, her eyes closed and his face in his affodato hair soft, it breathes in the scent, the 'essence' s savor the taste, everything without moving a muscle.
"You are my highest peak, my climbing failed "
Ginny smiled and did not let it end, looks around to see if anyone is going there. There's just me.
sees me and radiant smiles, takes her face in her hands and kisses her softly, almost in passing.
answer to her smile, a bit 'late, and I wish you all the best in the world.
* * * "I swear to you Harry," Draco
, kneeling in front of the Seeker youngest of the century, holding a hand in his, I remain stunned for a moment ... is not every day you see a Malfoy knelt!
Harry does not answer, looked at him in her face and tears I see a pair of twins rigargli cheeks. A smile comes on my lips and I understand that it's all right, everything goes, just as it should.
saddens me a little 'while I walk away.
* * * "Happy Valentine's Day love
A door ajar runs fast in a whisper, I come and do a stealth 'look.
"I miss you devour the 'soul ... but I'm strong, you know, just as you like"
Professor Snape bowed his head for a moment even a blind man would understand, he is tired and can not find peace. Then I see it, just a moment before Severus if the string in the chest, taking a single hiccup, the picture wears of a young Sirius Black, joined by a newer, smiling just for him, for his potion master.
Severus away the frame and put it back in place, then, from one corner of the desk near a scarlet rose. It captures the fragrance for a second one, and gives it to his love of card magic and reagents.
"I love you, stupid sack of fleas" sobbing freely now.
I smile sadly and I walk away, then it's just them, it is not right for someone to steal him.
*
"..."
Neville opens his eyes wide in disbelief, unable to articulate something that is not stammering embarrassed and amazed.
"is not enough all the greenhouses in the world to show my love"
Blaise appears from behind a corner. Embrace the back of this little treasure from her cheeks on fire and hugs him, stroking his chest. Loves him, so simply, without the frills of thoroughbred families, openly or furtively look around.
"But I hope that however you like ... the 'I built especially for you ... for us ... for our time together" she whispers her chin resting on his shoulder and squints Nev.
was from this morning that I wondered what it was that the new building in the distance you could see Gryffindor tower. And Blaise
good, you caught that little shy and elusive bird with a cage of glass, metal and plants.
*
Large room, breakfast. It's all a
exchange gifts, kisses cast to 'shadow of a statue will become more ardent, holding hands and whispering promises light at the tip of his lips.
is a sight to and from the heart, but promises more beautiful, more real, are those to which I have witnessed this morning, stealing private moments here and there, only to feel a bit 'less alone, trying to savor the small happiness even from afar.
is true, I admit it ... I am envious. I can not live my love to sunlight, this for me ... I must be a day like any other.
sadly I get up from the table and take the road that leads to 'lobby. A few steps before I left the scene to see him defeated, comes up to me smiling, almost bold, the 'object of my love, because of my pining.
He stops in front of me and greets me normally as if nothing had happened, even if he knows.
answer as usual, to avoid arousing suspicion, a joke, a joke, a laugh, a punch as a joke ...
"I go to breakfast," she informs. I l 'I have already made, or at least I tried.
"We See you in class. "
joins me, sure of himself, without even giving me time to respond, and stares at me, deep, trembling, intense and intimidating, for a moment that seems to have no end, and I touched his hand suddenly and lightweight and extremely elusive , spring breeze. His fingers collide with my warm, warm up in a moment from the thrill of happiness for that little gesture, great for me to sneak into my palm, caressing the clever and playful, with no way to trace small designs, and then go away and he moves on without looking back. All
'I suddenly stiffen, he dropped something in his hand, hidden from the rest of the world.
I squeeze your fingers around a small object that is still unknown and go out.
*
All 'shadow of a statue of any observer curious and impatient little red ball. The waste is a cioccomagico; escapes me a smile. All
'inside of' crumpled wrapping something catches my attention, some quick strokes of a feather, drawn with the unmistakable handwriting.
deployment well rectangle of aluminum.
-Happy Valentine's Day Fred.
I regret not being able to go together, as they should, as we had imagined and designed ...-
In my mind it takes to form his face, I imagine him as he wrote. I'm sure
winked, and I was born a spontaneous smile.
-... but imagine if anyone knew ... but do not worry, tomorrow is Saturday ... you know what this means, right? -
I see it blink again, this time more lascivious, without knowing wink to my time.
-I love you, George .-
cioccomagico launched into the air that I end up directly in the mouth, on a precise hit and calibrated, laughing to myself that crumpled piece of paper, only potential incriminating evidence, and push down the bottom of the right pocket, away from prying eyes.
"Tomorrow is Saturday ... already!"
Smiling, I walk away, I have this in your pocket, in the eyes of a future Valentine's all mine, and finally our own.
Mah .. I do not know ... I still have some doubt about this shot ... let me know ^. ^
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