| Dancing |
[01 Apr 2003|06:35pm] |
Title: Dancing
Author: Yuuki Miyaka
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing or POV: Viktor/Hermione
Written for: wonkyfaints
Special Note: Thanks go to petermaxwell
His hand encircles her waist, and she forgets to be angry at Ron and Harry. The hand is warm, a soft patch of heat against the small of her back. Shyly, she looks into his eyes, drowning in the melted chocolate gaze. He smiles crookedly and she returns the smile, then moves closer. Her chest is touching his, and she is very aware of how they fit together suddenly. She smells a faint whiff of aftershave, crisp and clean and almost not there as her temple brushes his cheek.
They move together in perfect unison, as though they'd practiced together before. Who knew that this man could dance so well? Her mind is pulled away from the contemplation as his hand slides from hers over her wrist, down her arm, and to her waist. He pulls her closer, and now all she can do is slide her arms up around his neck, touching the soft curls at the nape. She leans back a bit, gazing up at him as she wonders if he will kiss her.
Perhaps he will . . .
~End~
Word Count: 182
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| Hands |
[01 Apr 2003|06:31pm] |
Title: Hands
Author: Yuuki Miyaka
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing or POV: Snape/Hermione
Written for: slytherinslut
Special Note: Thanks go to petermaxwell and seidoo_ryuu
His fingers are long, the hand worn from years of hard work and toil. Short fingernails, but well-manicured, as though he actually pays attention to his appearance. The nails are yellowed, likely due to the preparation of ingredients. The hands are gnarled in places, calluses showing where he has burned or cut himself, knots where he has worked the fingers too hard. His skin, like his nails, is yellowed, the stains ground in until no amount of cleaning will remove them. His hands are ugly.
And yet she notices them, watching their sure, quick movements with eagle eyes. She wonders somewhere within herself if, perhaps, he would be willing to touch her with those hands, to drive away the doubts that crawl up into her mind, latching hold like burrs, little stabs of pain that won't go away no matter how many times Ron and Harry jump to her defense. Their defense doesn't matter, because they could never see her as anything other than 'Mione, best friend and almost-sister. She wants those hands to drive the thought away, wants their deliberate grace to run over her skin until it sings.
She sits at her desk and watches the hands, analyzing every imperfection and flaw, and knowing in her heart of hearts that somehow, if she could just explain things to those hands, they would fulfill her every desire. Those hands would, but the man they belong to would never. And that is the sticking point, after all.
~End~
Word Count: 247
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| Sunlight |
[01 Apr 2003|06:24pm] |
Title: Sunlight
Author: Yuuki Miyaka
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing or POV: Pansy/Hermione
Written for: -
Special Note: -
Hermione loves Quidditch now. The lack of space is irritating and the game itself is simply a distraction for the real reason she goes down to the quidditch pitch. She stopped watching Harry ages ago. She knows he'll catch the Snitch, and her eyes would rather dazzle themselves in the brightness that is sunlight on Pansy's hair.
Sometimes, Pansy looks back at hers, and their eyes catch together in a flash of awareness. Hermione has never quite known whether Pansy can read her mind. It often seems like it, perceptions taken and twisted into a tight chest and hitched breath. During those times, Hermione thinks that she might just approach Pansy the next Friday, ask to partner the girl for the potions class.
She spins out fairy floss fantasies of how Pansy will react to Hermione's confession. And then she looks at Pansy's sneer and raised eyebrow, and sighs, once more searching for the Snitch.
~End~
Word Count: 155
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| Droplet |
[01 Apr 2003|06:17pm] |
Title: Droplet
Author: Yuuki Miyaka
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing or POV: Pansy/Hermione
Written for: -
Special Note: -
Sometimes, after her shower, Hermione watches the water slide down her skin and wonders if Pansy's doing the same thing in the Slytherin shower room. She pauses by the mirror, choosing one droplet and concentrating on it. The feeling of still-warm water, half cooled by the air, tickling at the tiny hairs of her skin excites her. It seems that all of her nerve-endings are focused in that tiny path. Her mind lets go.
If she is very good, she can imagine Pansy standing still before a mirror, golden pale body gleaming new and hair in wet strings. A single drop of water slides down her throat, through the valley between her breasts, and on toward her navel. Hermione stands there thinking that she'd like to lick that droplet away, to taste the cleanness of Pansy's skin.
She wonders if it will be as juicy and sweet as the peach she imagines. She wonders if, once she's begun, she'll be able to stop. She's become addicted to peaches.
~End~
Word Count: 168
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| Absinthe |
[01 Apr 2003|06:09pm] |
Title: Absinthe
Author: Yuuki Miyaka
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing or POV: Pansy/Hermione
Written for: mlle_skeetre
Special Note: Thanks go to seidoo_ryuu
If Pansy's gold, then Hermione's mud. Hermione knows that, and also realizes that Pansy knows it. Sunlight to earth, they're opposites in everything. Well, perhaps not everything, Hermione sighs, staring across the Potions classroom at her blonde classmate. There's a mind under that waterfall of sunflower hair, quick and ready and too cruel for words sometimes. And her laugh, oh her laugh. White gold and cold as ice. Hermione wants to go to her and beg to be taught how to laugh like that. Its poison washes over her skin, absinthe-green and just as addictive. It doesn't matter that Pansy's laughing at her, only that the sound sends a pleasure-pulse straight to the pit of her stomach.
Hermione can never measure up to the brightness. She is a mudblood, dirty and miserable and not bright or quick-witted. She might've been sorted into Hufflepuff, but for that vein of stubborn bravery running through her. Just brave enough to keep her head in danger. Not brave enough to approach Pansy.
Hermione stares at Pansy across the Potions classroom, watching the blonde girl share a smile with Draco, and in the depths of her heart, she knows that the color of jealousy is emerald green swirling into opalescent white.
~End~
Word Count: 206
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