when you wake up, wake up! it's healthy
Oct. 24th, 2002 12:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
phineasjonesok, so i re-wrote the little story. i don't like it half as much this time, of course. lost the impulse or something. but the basic idea is still there. this is for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
harrimad_sol and starbuckle - the sources of the inspiration for this little plot.
Look Up
Hermione thought maybe her sense of hearing had become more acute just for the effort she’d given it recently. As she trailed behind Harry’s invisible form, she could hear the slightest swish of his cloak, the shallowest of breaths, the lightest of footfalls. She was equally as skilled at moving along silently behind him, leaving just enough space that he wouldn’t see her easily if he looked back into the dark hallway. It would be a lot easier if they would just go to the same place every night. But no, these boys seemed to find it an added thrill to meet somewhere different each time. And really she didn’t mind, these newly developed tracking skills could come in handy some day.
She followed Harry’s invisible form around a corner to her right and realized with a shiver where he was heading. The library. As if watching the two of them weren’t enough. Tonight she would see them surrounded by stacks and stacks of books. It was almost too much to take. Almost. She moved fast, slipping through the heavy wooden door before it closed behind Harry.
Draco was already there. Hermione moved in the shadows to he opposite end of the row next to the one they were in and crawled along the floor until she found an opening just the right size to watch through. This was her favorite part. Every time they met, night after night, their first moments together were awkward. As though they didn’t remember or quite believe the intimacies of the night before. Sometimes they would almost fight. But then one of them would silence the other with a look, a touch, a kiss. It made her want to cry for the sweetness. For all horrid things they said to each other during the day. Draco was still awful to her. He didn’t know she shared his secret. He seemed frustrated when she wouldn’t rise to his bait. But she understood now. She would just smile and turn away and think of what she would see in the night to come.
Things were moving swiftly tonight. Maybe they were as excited by all the dusty tomes on the shelves as she was. Unlikely she thought to herself. But then she heard Draco say Harry’s name, his first name, in an urgent whisper and she didn’t care why they were like this. She watched Draco hurriedly guide Harry to the floor, trying to push his robes aside before he was all the way down. Harry’s hands were clenching in Draco’s hair, pulling his head forward. Draco lowered his mouth to Harry’s neck, kissing and biting his way down and along his collar bone. Hermione wondered if that would hurt. Harry didn’t seem to be hurting, the way he just kept pushing himself up – off the floor, desperate to be closer to Draco. Draco’s hand slipped under the hem of Harry’s shirt and Harry let go of Draco and tilted his head backward, his mouth open and
Hermione’s shallow breath was cut off completely as a hand clamped over her mouth and nose. Always thinking, she didn’t make a sound as she twisted around, trying to get away from the hand. But a second hand slipped under her arm and suddenly she was being dragged through the stacks toward the library doors. Only after she was pushed through those doors was she able to turn and see her captor.
"Pansy?"
"What were you doing in there? You were spying!" Pansy narrowed her eyes in disgust as she leveled her words at Hermione in a low, hoarse whisper.
"I… They…" I’m not spying, Hermione wanted to say they’re mine. This is mine. But she knew Pansy would think she was crazy. Instead of finishing her sentence, she looked at her shoes, trying to decide whether she should feel ashamed, and whether she should let Pansy see that.
Pansy had turned to look back toward the library doors. When she looked at Hermione again, she seemed less angry, her features relaxing out of their sneer. "I figured…" She started, "I thought I was the only one who knew. They’re just… They’re beautiful, aren’t they?" A slight color rose in Pansy’s cheeks as she spoke.
Hermione was speechless. It was a rare and uncomfortable state for her. She forced her mouth to move, "Yes." Pansy had been watching too. Pansy shared the secret. She probably saw all the little things Hermione saw. All the things she had thought of as her own.
"Well…" Pansy was looking at her. Should I leave now? Hermione wondered. If she left, would Pansy go back in the library, or would she leave too? Pansy was still looking at her. Pansy had green eyes. Funny she’d never noticed before. She didn’t know many people with green eyes. Just Harry. And now, Pansy. Green with little bits of other colors in them – oranges and browns. Why was Pansy still looking at her?
"You have… Your hair…" Pansy leaned forward and brushed back a lock of Hermione’s hair that had caught in her eyelashes. Pansy’s fingers were warm and smooth where they touched her brow. From up this close, her eyes looked golden. "See you," Pansy whispered before she turned and walked silently down the hall, away from the library. Hermione watched until she disappeared from view.
She looked at the library doors. If she concentrated hard, she could hear them inside. She could hear Harry as he tried, unsuccessfully as usual, to stifle Draco’s name on his lips. She could imagine exactly what Draco had done to draw that from him. She could imagine Harry’s bare back against the library carpet. It must scratch a little, a carpet as old and thick as that one. Lying there, he would look up and see shelf upon shelf of books as he felt Draco’s hands and mouth on him. As he felt smooth, warm fingertips and gazed up into warm golden eyes. Hermione turned quickly away from the library. She hurried down the hall as quietly as she could in the direction Pansy had gone.
harrimad_sol and starbuckle - the sources of the inspiration for this little plot.Look Up
Hermione thought maybe her sense of hearing had become more acute just for the effort she’d given it recently. As she trailed behind Harry’s invisible form, she could hear the slightest swish of his cloak, the shallowest of breaths, the lightest of footfalls. She was equally as skilled at moving along silently behind him, leaving just enough space that he wouldn’t see her easily if he looked back into the dark hallway. It would be a lot easier if they would just go to the same place every night. But no, these boys seemed to find it an added thrill to meet somewhere different each time. And really she didn’t mind, these newly developed tracking skills could come in handy some day.
She followed Harry’s invisible form around a corner to her right and realized with a shiver where he was heading. The library. As if watching the two of them weren’t enough. Tonight she would see them surrounded by stacks and stacks of books. It was almost too much to take. Almost. She moved fast, slipping through the heavy wooden door before it closed behind Harry.
Draco was already there. Hermione moved in the shadows to he opposite end of the row next to the one they were in and crawled along the floor until she found an opening just the right size to watch through. This was her favorite part. Every time they met, night after night, their first moments together were awkward. As though they didn’t remember or quite believe the intimacies of the night before. Sometimes they would almost fight. But then one of them would silence the other with a look, a touch, a kiss. It made her want to cry for the sweetness. For all horrid things they said to each other during the day. Draco was still awful to her. He didn’t know she shared his secret. He seemed frustrated when she wouldn’t rise to his bait. But she understood now. She would just smile and turn away and think of what she would see in the night to come.
Things were moving swiftly tonight. Maybe they were as excited by all the dusty tomes on the shelves as she was. Unlikely she thought to herself. But then she heard Draco say Harry’s name, his first name, in an urgent whisper and she didn’t care why they were like this. She watched Draco hurriedly guide Harry to the floor, trying to push his robes aside before he was all the way down. Harry’s hands were clenching in Draco’s hair, pulling his head forward. Draco lowered his mouth to Harry’s neck, kissing and biting his way down and along his collar bone. Hermione wondered if that would hurt. Harry didn’t seem to be hurting, the way he just kept pushing himself up – off the floor, desperate to be closer to Draco. Draco’s hand slipped under the hem of Harry’s shirt and Harry let go of Draco and tilted his head backward, his mouth open and
Hermione’s shallow breath was cut off completely as a hand clamped over her mouth and nose. Always thinking, she didn’t make a sound as she twisted around, trying to get away from the hand. But a second hand slipped under her arm and suddenly she was being dragged through the stacks toward the library doors. Only after she was pushed through those doors was she able to turn and see her captor.
"Pansy?"
"What were you doing in there? You were spying!" Pansy narrowed her eyes in disgust as she leveled her words at Hermione in a low, hoarse whisper.
"I… They…" I’m not spying, Hermione wanted to say they’re mine. This is mine. But she knew Pansy would think she was crazy. Instead of finishing her sentence, she looked at her shoes, trying to decide whether she should feel ashamed, and whether she should let Pansy see that.
Pansy had turned to look back toward the library doors. When she looked at Hermione again, she seemed less angry, her features relaxing out of their sneer. "I figured…" She started, "I thought I was the only one who knew. They’re just… They’re beautiful, aren’t they?" A slight color rose in Pansy’s cheeks as she spoke.
Hermione was speechless. It was a rare and uncomfortable state for her. She forced her mouth to move, "Yes." Pansy had been watching too. Pansy shared the secret. She probably saw all the little things Hermione saw. All the things she had thought of as her own.
"Well…" Pansy was looking at her. Should I leave now? Hermione wondered. If she left, would Pansy go back in the library, or would she leave too? Pansy was still looking at her. Pansy had green eyes. Funny she’d never noticed before. She didn’t know many people with green eyes. Just Harry. And now, Pansy. Green with little bits of other colors in them – oranges and browns. Why was Pansy still looking at her?
"You have… Your hair…" Pansy leaned forward and brushed back a lock of Hermione’s hair that had caught in her eyelashes. Pansy’s fingers were warm and smooth where they touched her brow. From up this close, her eyes looked golden. "See you," Pansy whispered before she turned and walked silently down the hall, away from the library. Hermione watched until she disappeared from view.
She looked at the library doors. If she concentrated hard, she could hear them inside. She could hear Harry as he tried, unsuccessfully as usual, to stifle Draco’s name on his lips. She could imagine exactly what Draco had done to draw that from him. She could imagine Harry’s bare back against the library carpet. It must scratch a little, a carpet as old and thick as that one. Lying there, he would look up and see shelf upon shelf of books as he felt Draco’s hands and mouth on him. As he felt smooth, warm fingertips and gazed up into warm golden eyes. Hermione turned quickly away from the library. She hurried down the hall as quietly as she could in the direction Pansy had gone.
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
Date: 2002-10-23 10:39 pm (UTC)Um. Right. I'd say you did a good recovery job here.
The rest of us will have to recover on our own...
thank you!
Date: 2002-10-24 07:07 am (UTC)and i love hermione tracking harry in the invisibility cloak.
She could hear Harry as he tried, unsuccessfully as usual, to stifle Draco’s name on his lips.
::shivers::
Re: thank you!
Date: 2002-10-24 07:19 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2002-10-24 01:42 pm (UTC)i think my favorite part of this (a favorite among favorites) is hermione's initial possessiveness regarding harry/draco. she doesn't want to share the watching: Hermione wanted to say they’re mine. This is mine. But she knew Pansy would think she was crazy. that's such a true, human reaction to the situation -- it's easy to believe that hermione thinks something as beautiful as harry and draco together -- the way you've written them -- that well, if others see it, it'll get tarnished. as far as i'm concerned, that's dead on right. which is why i adore your hermione so much. you've tapped into her in a multifaceted way, which is exactly how i relate to her. even in this short story, she's thinking and doing on so many different levels. that's just hermione -- and the character is totally and beautifully recognizable in how you've recreated her here.
also, sex amongst the books is sexy.
last but not least, if this is a pale imitation of the original, i can only imagine how fantastic it must've been. great work, love. you write a brilliant voyeur!Hermione.
[edit -- did any of that make any sense? you can tell i'm sick. i've been left with no eloquence whatsoever. sorry 'bout that!]
Re:
Date: 2002-10-26 10:38 am (UTC)writing hermione seems to come relatively easy to me... i guess of all the hp characters, she's not really the one i love the most but she's the one i can identify best with. to an extent.
sex in the stacks... yes, totally hot. i had these friends in college. once, on a bus ride, they entertained themselves by making up a story about people getting it on in the library stacks... and then they bumped into each other in the library during finals and...
yeah, couldn't help but think of them. and dude, had i been there... voyeur!phineas! hahah!
just kidding... mostly.
(no subject)
Date: 2002-10-24 06:01 pm (UTC)Re:
Date: 2002-10-25 05:01 am (UTC)::hugs::
(no subject)
Date: 2002-11-25 03:44 pm (UTC)lovely.
library sex... just wonderful.
Re:
Date: 2002-11-25 08:50 pm (UTC)i mean, not that i would know or anything... heh. um, yeah.
thank you!