A Heart's Treasure - one shots

[nobi_fawkes]

Heya guys. I've been channeling Harry and Ginny for a while now and think it'd be cool to try out some one shots from their perspective

A Heart's Treasure - Harry's pov

Harry was walking outside what was supposed to be his favourite place of all; the Burrow. Having defeated the maniac that was Tom Marvolo Riddle, he came back for the one person that really mattered to him. But fatigue was claiming him the more steps he took.

His mind wondered off to the time when he and Ginny were going through their moment of separation, as he liked to call it. Hermione had suggested writing down his feelings on a piece of parchment and he did so with this:

You think it’s easy being away from you?
You think it was easy seeing you like that?
You think it would be easy for me putting your life at risk?
You think I would do something that foolish?
Why would you think that anyway?
Want you after so long only to let you go after that
But take you back to lose you all over again
No I won’t do that
You mean more to me than anything,
Which is why you have to accept it
Because it is the right one
Not the easy one.

Was it easy for you to wear that dress?
Was it easy for you to look at me?
Was it easy for you to sleep at night?
Was it easy for you to wake up in the morning?
Should I think the answer would be yes?
But surely the answer would be no
It wasn’t an easy choice to make
But you did it anyway

Do you think I don’t know?
How a dementor’s kiss victim feels like
Do you think I don’t know anything about you?
If you do how am I here now?
That without you my life would be…
Incomplete?
…
Empty?
…
Meaningless?
Ah, meaningless, yes meaningless
But with all the meaning in the world

that you wouldn’t even know the meaning
Of my very existence
No you have all the knowledge of it
You know, but you stay back
Suppress those years of waiting once more
But remember please, my love, I’ll come back
Not just as our world’s saviour
But mostly as your own hero.

HP for GW, and good will prevail
And I will be with you all over again.

You think it’s easy being away from you?

All that time searching for Tom's horcruxes being away from Ginny made him feel empty and all hollow. It was not a very nice feeling, he recalled.

You think it was easy seeing you like that?

Ahh, Bill and Fleur’s wedding day. Ginny glowed like a goddess that day radiating more warmth than even Fawkes could give. She filled him with such a tingly feeling that he couldn’t stand. He couldn’t stand to be sitting down next to the other groomsmen in his emerald coloured dress robes whilst Ginny walked down the aisle with one of Fleur’s cousins by her side. No, the monster in his chest growled in jealousy.

You think it would be easy for me putting your life at risk?
You think I would do something that foolish?
Why would you think that anyway?

Ginny was always the smart one. She never really got into trouble for anything and he owed it to the fact that she always covered up her tracks as much as she could. But when she got an idea in her head, then that was it. She would lay down her life for it. Look at what Tom did to her in her first year at Hogwarts, afterall. He’d be damned if she ever got hurt or worse, killed if they got back together so soon.

Was it easy for you to wear that dress?
Was it easy for you to look at me?
Was it easy for you to sleep at night?
Was it easy for you to wake up in the morning?
Should I think the answer would be yes?
But surely the answer would be no
It wasn’t an easy choice to make
But you did it anyway

He doubted the answer was yes, but he had to ask those questions. To get it out of him. He had to know.

Do you think I don’t know?
How a dementor’s kiss victim feels like

That cold unfulfilled void of a body, without a soul, a soul sucked out… so cold… so empty.

But remember please, my love, I’ll come back
Not just as our world’s saviour
But mostly as your own hero.

He only did this for Ginny. The world that he wanted to build with her, with their family was finally reachable and he wanted to so badly. But he just wanted the world, the world that was being Ginny’s hero.

HP for GW, and good will prevail
And I will be with you all over again.

And here he was now. Back with her looking expectantly in his face. After this long war, he was back with her and his family.

“Tom has gone, hasn’t he?”

His face broke into a wide smile and he nodded. “Ginny?” he asked uncertainly. He was very nearly going to collapse at her feet, but his determination was stronger than that.

“What is it? Are you hurt? Do you need help?”

All he did was hold her hands in his and… “Will you marry me?”

Well that's the one from Harry's pov. Let me know what you think

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[nobi_fawkes]

Heya guys. Thank you all for feeding me. This one is from Ginny's pov:

Youngest - Ginny's pov

Ginny was upstairs in her bedroom, trying to fall back asleep. It was the crack of dawn and no doubt her mother would be awake right now. It was days after the final battle with Harry and Tom and the death eaters and various members of the Order. The last thing she saw before Remus killed Greyback was Harry and Tom vanishing before their very eyes. But the battle still raged and eventually the Order were the victors though not without casualties.

It was a few days after Harry arrived at her house in the summer that would have been her sixth year that Ginny happened to find a poem written in Harry’s untidy scroll. The anger it burned through her made her reply to it and this is what she wrote:

You think I can live without you?
You think it was easy seeing you break up with me?
You think I, who has gone through the same as you, don’t know risk?
You think I’d let you do anything remotely foolish?
No way Harry, I’ve waited long enough for you!
After skipping through boyfriend after boyfriend
Do you really think I would let you go after that?
Do you think I’d do something so foolish?

No, it was not easy wearing that dress
To think I’d wear something so elegant
Wishing I’d be your bride in this
No, it was not easy to look at you
Expectant waiting for you to get to the altar
Didn’t you hear me weep through the night?
Is it at all possible to wake up if you weren’t asleep?
Do you think the answer would be yes to your questions?
Yes, yes, of course my answer is yes
For I dream to be you wife, no less
After those trials and tribulations,
Pray is this the easy choice?
No, you deserve pain for all those years I’ve been through…
Without you.

My life was meaningless
Before you were mine
You can’t even guess
How bad it feels now without…
Without anything
…
Your life made empty without me?
No… mine is just as empty
As an empty vase waiting…
Waiting for your water to fill it
Waiting for your rose

GW for HP, I will come with you
For I know that our love is absolutely true

You think I can live without you?
You think it was easy seeing you break up with me?
You think I, who has gone through the same as you, don’t know risk?

Ginny believed that Harry seemed to forget what she’s been through. Ever since she clapped eyes on him, ever since that first moment she ogled him on the Hogwarts Express and got reprimanded by her mother that he was not a zoo animal in his first year, ever since her elbow unceremoniously landed in the butter dish to his knowledge at home the summer before she started Hogwarts, ever since she was rescued from Tom Riddle’s diary later that year, ever since she saw him noticing Cho Chang more and more over the course of her second and third years, ever since she saw him vanish then re-enter the maze with a dead Cedric or when Ginny saw Harry and Cho together, then at the battle in the Department of Mysteries both in her fourth year, and then in the battle at Hogwarts, before they broke up it was getting increasingly hard for her to keep away from Harry and not be his girlfriend.

After skipping through boyfriend after boyfriend
Do you really think I would let you go after that?
Do you think I’d do something so foolish?

All those times she was with other people, they never meant anything to her because it was always Harry who she’d love; it was always him who filled her thoughts, her dreams and her desires. Letting him go would only cause the both of them more pain and who would be the foolish one then?

No, it was not easy wearing that dress
To think I’d wear something so elegant
Wishing I’d be your bride in this

That beautiful golden dress robe which shimmered in the light and hugged every curve of her body was so wonderful that Harry’s eyes even popped out and even though Ginny was focusing on the wedding, she knew his gaze never left her.

Didn’t you hear me weep through the night?
Is it at all possible to wake up if you weren’t asleep?

No way was this the easy choice, but Ginny knew it was the right choice. She knew she and Harry were meant to be. But even through all that he had put her through, Ginny would willingly put her heart on the line for him. How would she know if he’d throw it back in her face all over again?

Your life made empty without me?
No… mine is just as empty
As an empty vase waiting…
Waiting for your water to fill it
Waiting for your rose

Ginny got so riled up about Harry complaining about the emptiness of his life without her. What about me? Ginny thought. All that waiting and nothing fulfilled. Nothing that came out of it.

GW for HP, I will come with you
For I know that our love is absolutely true

And it was that love that made her get out of bed and make her way outside. As if a miracle, she saw Harry determinedly walking towards the house. She had to make sure, she whooshed passed her mother and barely registered her angry cry of ‘No running!’ but made it in from of Harry.

“Tom has gone, hasn’t he?”

She vaguely remembered his face breaking into a wide smile and nodding. He softly called her name. Harry looked like he was unable to do anything, save collapsing right at her feet.

She started fussing over him, asking a stream of questions.

But her fussing stopped once he took her hands in his and the next thing she heard was… “Will you marry me?”

She was rendered speechless but apparently her body responded by snogging him senseless. First it was the lips working then it grew hungrier as their arms started wonderying around. By the time they stopped Ginny had completely forgotten what happened beforehand.

“Well?” he asked impatiently, though he was smiling. Though when Ginny hadn’t said anything, he asked again, “Will you marry me, Ginevra Molly Weasley?”

“Well of course I will, you doofus!”

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[nobi_fawkes]

Sorry Marianna, but I have to break off reading your fic because my baby (Wyatt Matthew Halliwell) has been bugging me for a while now. This post is not, as I said it would be, about my daddy (Remus John Lupin), but about my wonderful baby. If anyone is confused, it’s about his sorting so enjoy:

Wyatt was standing in the magnificent great hall in front of the whole school next to his best friend Serenity Lupin. This was the moment when he would be sorted into one of the four houses of Hogwarts. Wyatt had always been a shy boy in front of strangers, and looking around the hall, the majority were strangers, which made him anxious to be sitting down.

He looked at the nearest table where his friend Zephyr was sitting with his 15 year old cousin Reine, and assumed that was the Gryffindor table. Zephyr was only a year older than Wyatt, but Wyatt’s younger brother Chris was slightly scared of him because he’s the big brother of his friend Eliza. Thinking about his brother only made him even more nervous because he was the oldest of three, as well as the oldest of the new Halliwell generation.

Over in the Ravenclaw table, he saw the snobby Emma Weasley. Wyatt never actually liked her because when they talked, it was always like a rancid flavour filling his mouth. Talking to her never agreed with him in any way, shape or form.

He saw candles floating above the tables and tried focusing on the fire to calm him, but sudden movement in the head table alerted him to his family shifting. He saw his mother, who taught muggle studies, smiling at him and he could literally see that she was feeling exactly like he did; anxious. Next to her was his Aunt Phoebe, who taught divinations, wearing a smile and giving him a wink. Finally at ease, he felt he could face the sorting.

“Halliwell, Wyatt,” Professor Lupin read from his list of first years. Wyatt gave a look asking ‘wish me luck?’ to Serenity and got a smile in return. Slowly, he walked to the wooden stool and sat upon it, placing the hat on his head.

Hmmm, you are Wyatt Matthew Halliwell, huh? First son of a Charmed One and a Whitelighter, yes, power, great power is bestowed upon you. Not to mention the whole ‘Other Name’ that you have, oh Twice Blessed Child.

‘How does it know about me?’

You think I don’t know you? Just because your family lived in America and fought there? No, I know all about you, enough to know you’d do well in Slytherin.

‘I don’t want to go there. Slytherin made bad people, like Voldemort and Grindelwald.’

You know your facts then. Ravenclaw loved the intellectual and knowledgeable, yes; she valued knowledge as do you. What do you say to going in Ravenclaw, young Wyatt?

‘And hang around with Emma? No thank you! She pays no consideration to anyone but herself, and I don’t like her. I haven’t witnessed any loyalty in her or any bravery, and I will not go anywhere near her. Please don’t sort me there,’ Wyatt pleaded.

Dear boy, you are proving harder to sort than Harry Potter. I see you look towards loyalty and that you are hardworking. This sound like a Hufflepuff to me, but no, Hufflepuff won’t do you justice. It certainly won’t. I see bravery in you, courage, that Gryffindor courage within you.

Wyatt’s heart was drumming. Thoughts of being in Gryffindor passed through him. He had heard about the importance of being a Gryffindor, which was emphasised in the Weasley, Potter and Longbottom households. Wyatt thought about what being a Gryffindor meant. Was he worthy enough?

All thoughts cut short as his answer came in a shout: GRYFFINDOR!

He sauntered off to his allotted table reveling in happiness. His eyes sought the head table where his mother and aunt were. They both looked his way, and acknowledged him with a simultaneous blink of their eyes. That made him so happy to know that his family was proud of him. He was so happy that he forgot Serenity was yet to be sorted. He was praying so hard that he wouldn’t be left on his own without his best friend.

“Don’t worry, Wyatt,” Zephyr reassured him. “Serenity is a Lupin and half a Tonks. She’s bound to be a Gryffindor.”

“I hope so, because if she’s not then I’ll be really upset.” Serenity was the first person he met when he stumbled into Britain, nearly 2 years ago. Ever since then, they were the best of friends, playing together and watching their favourite cartoon, Yugioh, together.

He started counting how many letters in the alphabet there was from his H for Halliwell to her L for Lupin on his fingers. ‘I J K L, only four! That shouldn’t take long,’ and indeed it didn’t.

Her father read out his first daughter’s name in a shaky voice, and everyone knew the reason behind it. He needn’t have worried because as soon as the hat hit her head, it announced: GRYFFINDOR!

The daddy’s little girl leaped out of the chair – hat and all – and made a beeline towards her father. He picked her up and hugged her longingly and with such pride, that the girl could actually feel it. Wyatt laughed when Professor Lupin discreetly took the hat off his daughter’s head, and returned it to its original place.

Wyatt made room for Serenity to sit next to him, and she fitted in perfectly.

“That was fast!” Wyatt commented in a squeaky and childlike voice.

“Yeah, it was. You took ages!”

“The hat told me I was harder to sort than Harry Potter! Can you believe that?”

“Well yes, his character is very complex, he has a good mix of all the houses, but with you it must have been even harder because you have more of the qualities of all the founders.

“You know Harry Potter?”

“Of course I know him! He’s my godfather. Hello, Uncle Harry?”

“Oh yeah!” he slapped his head.

“I’m so glad I’m with you,” she added with a laugh.

“I’m glad too,” he replied with his goofy grin.

Before the end, there was Caleb Potter, who was sorted into Hufflepuff and the Weasleys, Dawn and Stephane, into Ravenclaw, as well as Joshua, Jacob, Leander, Niall, and Osiris, who joined Wyatt and Serenity in Gryffindor.

Wyatt looked at Osiris, who was Zephyr’s younger brother. They were engaged in a conversation about broomsticks, and the rule that allowed first years to be able to play for their house quidditch team.

Across the table from him and Serenity were the two sets of twins. Joshua and Jacob looked upon their twin cousins Leander and Niall with a mischievous gleam in their eyes. Somehow he doubted his years to come were going to be very serene.

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[nobi_fawkes]

Hello everyone. Let's have a look at this one... It's something I cooked up a couple of weeks ago, mainly because I love my Blakey. I'd just like to add a disclaimer that I don't own William Blake, but only some of his book of poems and songs (As I received them as gifts) nor do I own 'A Cradle Song'. So here we go with this cute scene:

Serenity was cradling her baby son in her arms, sitting in her rocking chair in the nursery, watching his small mouth enlarge eliciting a yawn. Matthew was nearly six months old, the time when he could start eating solids instead of just her milk.

He was a calm baby, much like Serenity when she was one. He had black, tidy hair that came down in a mushroom shape. There was no doubt that his hair would spontaneously change as he too was a metamorphmagus. He sported his maternal grandfather’s brown eyes currently and a sort of marauderesque smile when he did something to her chagrin. That was something she would have to blame on her father as he was the last remaining living marauder.

But now he was tired and Serenity got a song in her head whenever he yawned. It was her favourite poem by an old English poet called William Blake and she gave it a tune of her own.

“Sweet dreams form a shade,
O’er my lovely infants head.
Sweet dreams of pleasant streams,
By happy silent Moony beams.”

Matthew looked up to his mother as he heard their song that put him to sleep. He was attentive and loved it. Serenity looked at his wide eyes, knowing that he would drown out every other sound in the vicinity.

He always smiled when he heard his grandpa’s nickname, they both did. The melody was so soothing that the two of them could feel water drifting downstream as Serenity’s tune went on.

“Sweet sleep with soft down,
Weave thy brow an infant crown.
Sweet sleep Angel mild,
Hover o’er my happy child.”

Soft water coming down, water that flowed in lines, gliding over each other. No one could get it like she did; no one would be able to see the effect it had on the small baby. Serenity traced the lines of Matthew’s eyebrows and drawing his mop of hair on his head to shift aside.

“Sweet sleep with soft down,
Hover over my delight.
Sweet smiles Mothers smiles
All the livelong night beguiles.”

Over the months Matthew had come to know that Mother means mummy and if he was drifting off to sleep, his eyes would snap open and look at Serenity dearly. He then yawned and snuggled close to his mummy.

“Sweet moans, dovelike sighs,
Chase not slumber from they eyes,
Sweet moans, sweeter smiles,
All the dovelike moans beguiles.”

And just like magic Matthew started changing his features. His sweet eyes were now a soft shade of blue, his hair getting blonde highlights. He looked an awful lot like her dad and Serenity was thinking he was coming into more of his powers. She looked at the door, continuing her song, where she locked eyes with her dad. She smiled at him and signalled for him to make them a mug of hot chocolate. She knew he wouldn’t go to sleep if he knew his grandpa, or anyone else was there. He left and she kissed the baby boy on his forehead.

“Sleep sleep happy child.
All creation slept and smil’d.
Sleep sleep, happy sleep,
While o’er thee thy mother weep.”

Unlike in the song, the mother didn’t weep but smiled gingerly. This incredible little boy was one of the most important men of her life and she’d do anything for him. All her family would.

“Sweet babe in thy face,
Holy image I can trace.
Sweet babe once like thee
Thy maker lay and wept for me.”

His eyes began to droop and Serenity started drawing circles on Matthew’s forehead. It would be some time yet for her dear husband and father of her child would come home from work and she was glad that her dad had the time to stop by and give her company. Perhaps he had brought the young ones with him. She was suddenly impatient for him to fall asleep and spend time with her family.

“Wept for me for thee for all
When he was an infant small.
Thou his image ever see.
Heavenly face that smiles on thee.”

All that ever mattered was family. The family she had created and the family that created her. She knew if Julian was here he’d be upset that Matthew was asleep, but knew well enough that the baby needed his sleep. She smiled as she sang the last stanza of the song and her baby boy’s appearance had reverted to his previous one.

“Smiles on thee on me on all,
Who became an infant small,
Infant smiles are his own smiles,
Heaven & earth to peace beguiles.”

And just like magic Matthew was asleep. His sweet eyes were closed, his mouth partly open and chest rising and falling rhythmically. Now was time to put him down in his cot. If he decided to wake up, he’d fall back asleep by the charm she put on the room to keep playing the song.

She went to the room where she found her mum, dad and Julian, where the latter was drinking hot chocolate and the rest keeping their hands warm with their mug. She picked hers up and sat next to her favourite brother.

Serenity was happy she had her family with her.

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[nobi_fawkes]

Hello all. This one shot is yet again not about Remus John Lupin, but… let’s just say it’s a birthday surprise for someone here. to Luigi_Potter. To all of you who read ~Forever Charmed~ this one shot is completely unrelated to the fic. Well, Luigi, this is your surprise (and I’m sorry it’s short):

Birthday Surprises:

It was 29th May and it was Luigi Potter’s seventeenth birthday. He was the second of Harry and Ginny’s soon-to-be seven children. He had an older sister called Amelia who was 20 and working in St. Mungo’s and graduated from Ravenclaw, a younger brother called Marc who was 13 and in Hufflepuff, a younger sister called Katrina who was only 10, another sister after Katrina called Mary who was 7 and after her was the youngest brother called Jordan. He had an idea what was going on as he didn’t get a single present from his friends and not even a ‘happy birthday, Luigi!’ from anyone. He had reason to believe they were doing a surprise birthday party for him.

It still would’ve been nice if they said a simple ‘happy birthday’ though. I am seventeen, after all.

“Come on, Niamh! I want to go to the common room,” Luigi complained to his girlfriend. “Fin-ni-gan!” he groaned and took her hand in his, dragging her in the direction of Gryffindor common room.

“But the weather’s so nice,” she argued back. Luigi looked outside where it was raining and a clash of lightning illuminated the sky, followed by a clap of thunder.

“It’s raining,” he contradicted, cocking an eyebrow.

“It isn’t now,” and they both looked outside, where the sun was peeking out behind the clouds.

Niamh won out and they both started running through the soggy grounds for at least an hour. They returned to the warm insides of the castle, wet and covered in mud, but elated nonetheless.

It’s nothing a simple scourgify and a drying charm couldn’t fix.

So they walked on in the direction of the common room in silence and thoughts once again take over Luigi’s mind. Acting surprised is probably a good idea, even though they’re all going to say surprise as soon as possible.

“Gillyweed,” Niamh said and woke Luigi from his reverie. They both climbed into the common room and met with…

Silence.

The common room was dead with only studying people. Luigi was, to say the least, disappointed. They must have really forgotten his birthday then. Defeated, he sat down in front of the fireplace and Niamh joined him.

“What’s wrong?” she had the audacity to ask him. He didn’t get a chance to answer as his best friend, Vance ran right in the common room from the boy’s dormitory.

“Luigi! You’ve gotta come here,” he said, dragging him up the stairs and Niamh followed excitedly.

What Luigi wasn’t expecting was, “SURPRISE! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Luigi! Happy birthday to you!!!”

After eating the cake that Dobby made especially made for ‘young master Luigi Potter’ and several presents later, the friends gathered round his bed and started talking. Soon enough they all settled back into their dormitories and beds and fell asleep.

Ah, well, revision can wait.

And that’s all guys… I’m sorry it’s not really all that long, but to Luigi!!! Hope it was a good one and I’m sorry this came late . Feedback would be great though! Just click the link in my siggy.

[nobi_fawkes]

Hiya guys. I’m back to give you another one-shot. This one is from Niamh’s perspective (apologies in advance for the length):

Oh man, he’s probably really upset that we haven’t wished him a happy birthday Niamh thought to herself, biting her lips. She knew it’d be worth it as he loved being the centre of attention.

Niamh was one of five children. She lived with her parents, still, and had a younger brother called Ciaran who was in the same year as Marc, another brother after him called Declan who was a first year, a seven year old brother called Liam and a three year old sister called Roísín.

“Come on, Niamh! I want to go to the common room,” he complained to Niamh. “Fin-ni-gan!” Niamh feared he’d win out once he groaned in frustration and dragged her towards Gryffindor common room. She had to think of something fast, to keep him away from the common room and the upcoming surprise birthday party. Her eyes darting to the outside and spewed the first thing that came to mind.

“But the weather’s so nice,” she blurted out. She saw his eyes look outside at the rain then lightning and thunder.

“It’s raining,” he wasn’t fooled, but looking out again, the rain stopped and Niamh found her opportunity.

“It isn’t now,” she said as the sun made itself known to them.

Niamh dragged them both outside where it started raining once again and they started running through the rain-soaked grounds for such a long time. Once inside the warm insides of the castle, covered in mud, they quickly and quietly cast drying and cleaning charms on each other and made their way to the common room.

That was fun – more than expected anyway. At least the party would be sorted out now.

“Gillyweed,” Niamh said after looking over at Luigi who was lost in thought. He jolted once he heard her voice and they went into the common room. Niamh was surprised to see no decorations were up, or even any people. Niamh’s stood behind her man as her stance changed and confusion settled in.

Where are they all?

Her eyes settled on her boyfriend, who sat defeated on the sofa in front of the fire and she once again blurted the first thing that came to mind.

“What’s wrong?” immediately she regretted asking it, but didn’t let it show on her face. But in came Vance to the rescue as he burst from the boy’s dormitory.

“Luigi! You’ve gotta come here,” Niamh followed them knowingly into the dormitory.

They’ve got it set up in the dormitory!

She looked over at her best friend, Nobi, who was standing hand in hand next to Vance and couldn’t help but smile. She then joined her fellow Gryffindors in the traditional birthday chant.

After all the festivities, Niamh dragged her best friend to have a much needed girly chat.

It was well over-due.

That’s all . I hope you liked it and feed me through the link in my siggy, I’m hungry

[nobi_fawkes]

Welcome back, guys. I said that I was writing another one shot and here it is. It’s the story of Nobi Lupin and Vance Heyman. Thank you to all that have fed me and helped this post reach perfection for my sweetie. I'd also like to dedicate this one-shot to him

Disclaimer: I do not own the song ‘I Got a Feeling’ and I don’t own Billy Currington , but I don’t really want to either.

I don’t wanna rush this thing
I don’t wanna jump the gun
I really wanna say those three little words
But I'm gonna bite my tongue

Vance was standing on his bed, which was on the middle left side of the sixth year Gryffindor boy’s dormitory. He was poking distractedly at a balloon that was hanging on the top of his four-poster; it was the afternoon of his best friend’s birthday. He watched as Nobi levitated the last balloon up on a four-poster. She was humming a tune he might have heard once or twice from her.

“Nobi, what is that song you are singing?” he asked her curiously. He watched her turn around and smile up at him. He loved seeing her smile; it was one of the most beautiful things about her. When she smiled, her eyes lit up and Vance could swear that the colour of her eyes grew lighter. Her mouth would curve upwards and her face would transform, just like her father would transform once a month. He especially loved it when he made her smile, because he knew she grew beautiful because of him.

“It’s a secret. Mine and mum’s secret song.” Vance watched as she went to the banner and sat down on the floor. She seemed to contemplate the fabric with ‘Happy Birthday Luigi’ written across it. As if magnetically, Vance got off the bed quietly, and sat down next to her. He had to discipline his mind not to let his hand slide on top of hers and hold it, or to sit closer to her, letting his side meet hers or let her scent fill his senses. It seemed as though Nobi read his thoughts as she slid closer to him, letting heat course through his body. Her hand settled boldly on his thigh and she looked up at him.

“What is wrong?” he asked, looking into her eyes and seeing a flicker of sadness run across them. His worried gaze made her eyes lighten up and she gave a small smile – but one that cast a darkened shadow across her face – before answering. Nevertheless, even when she was sad she still looked beautiful.

“It needs to be more creative, it needs something, but I don’t know what.” Her voice was so sweet and quiet, very feminine for a tomboy. Hearing her before seeing her was definitely one thing he loved about her.

Vance knew he loved her, but was unsure how much he loved her. Every time he saw her, every day he lived, his love for her increased. Now the feelings had become so overwhelming that he wanted to tell her how he feels, but he was too afraid of being rejected.

Now is not the time to tell her. Not just yet.

Yeah, I’m just gonna lay on back
Leave it on cruise control
I’m gonna hold it all inside
Till the right time comes down the road

“How about you make it flashy or something?” Vance cleared his throat and forced his mind back to the banner and off Nobi's beautiful smile, expressive eyes, and the proximity of her body. Her clean soap scent was making this more difficult, but he had to try; it was Luigi’s birthday and he had to make it the best that he could.

Nobi began waving her wand, casting a complex charm over the banner, and he was able to gaze at her at length without her noticing. Normally as clumsy as her mother, her wand movements were now so graceful that he was mesmerised, and the cute little things her face did when she was concentrating made her look all the more cuter.

He did not realise the charm was cast until she stepped back next to him to look at her work. She almost fell, but he caught her arm and steadied her, smiling with her. Once she was steady – she did not even bother saying thank you, as he always broke her fall – they both looked down at the banner that was flashing everywhere and when they looked at each other, they burst out laughing, clutching their stomachs.

“I suppose flashy things won’t work,” Nobi said between gasps, clutching her sides as she laughed.

“I’ll try,” Vance offered, having calmed down from laughing a moment before, he waved his arm in almost the same manner as his love did, modifying it a little. Seeing as this did not work, he tested his new spell out and did an ‘undo spell’. The whole banner went back to the way it was again.

“Maybe some sound effects?” Nobi suggested, locking her light brown eyes with his blue ones. “Like our lion roaring or something.”

“We did that last year though,” Vance said, his expression matching Nobi’s thoughtful one. Nobi sighed in defeat and Vance smiled to himself, knowing exactly what would cheer her up again. He gathered her small body in his arms, letting them encircle her waist, meandering in lightly massaging circles all over her back. He felt Nobi do the same around his and he smiled to himself, loving his Nobi in his arms. Suddenly the two broke apart.

“I know!” they both shouted in unison, and laughed once they realised they did it again. What Vance was thinking was having the banner change colour and flash pictures of Luigi with his friends and family. “You go first,” Nobi offered, smiling that sweet smile of hers. That smile nearly always made him want to tell her of his feelings for her, but some sort of unknowable force always made him stop.

That was exactly how he felt right now; torn between this great urge to look her in the eye and confess that he had loved her for the past three years and tell her about that overwhelming feeling that she may not love him, that she would reject him. It was Niamh who always tried to make him tell Nobi and constantly gave support to him in that she thought Nobi liked or even loved him.

Vance then told Nobi exactly what entered his head and she gasped in surprise. “And we’ll have to ask dad for pictures and scour our trunks for his pictures,” by that time, Vance had already changed the letters into multicoloured ones.

“Why do you need the pictures? We just need our memory,” he reminded her, chuckling to himself at her enthusiasm.

“Oh yes,” she said with that smile again. “I forgot about that. Accio Luigi’s photos. But I need visual aid as well.” At that moment, a load of photographs came soaring through the door, landing in a swirl around the two of them. Next, they began looking at them and saying the spells that would put the pictures on the banner and then alternate them.

Depingero perpetuo. They both thought, and loaded as many pictures as they could onto the banner. Looking back on it, the pictures were flashing in motion before their very eyes, one photo playing out like as a usual picture would, and then disappearing to let the next one in.

They stood up to admire their work and simultaneously embraced each other jumping up and down. “We did it! We did it, Vance!” he heard her shout near his ear.

“I know! We did!” his hands were now on her bum and their faces were slowly beginning to face each other. Vance’s eyes were being attracted to the supple curves of Nobi’s mouth, his own lips drifting closer to hers. He noticed Nobi’s eyes drifting down to his lips, and alarm beginning to grow, but at that precise moment, the rest of the Gryffindors, added by other friends from different houses, chose to barge in, singing the birthday song. The moment was lost as they broke apart to help finish decorating.

No such luck. It is best just to keep it inside, anyway. It is safer that way.

I got a feelin’
My head’s a reelin’
My heart is screamin’
I’m about to bust loose
Bottled up emotion
It's more than a notion
It starts with an “I”
And ends with a “You”
I got a feelin’
Are you feelin’ it too?

It was definitely Vance’s luck to have the lot of them in here, but then preparations would go much faster with extra help involved. The one thing Vance didn’t like was not having his Nobi all to himself to talk to.

He really cherished the moments talking alone with Nobi, because nowadays they had exams to study for. They really had to work hard to pass and stay on track with their NEWTs.

It was a good thing the two of them had the same interests and took the same classes, with the exception of Nobi taking Ancient Runes and Vance taking care of magical creatures. Vance was very thankful that some of his exams were done and spoken for. Of his five subjects he studied and ten exams he had to do, Vance had already done his practical exams of Charms, Care of Magical Creatures and Transfiguration.

Nobi also did her Ancient Runes exam, that one only having a written exam. As she looked around the dormitory, she noticed various books lay forgotten on the bedside tables of the students who were taking a break for Luigi’s 17th birthday. His eyes drifted over to Nobi who was helping him tie the banner up.

Due to his tall frame Vance could see the slender form that was Nobi over the crowd of his friends. The curve of her hips could clearly be seen through her loose fitting Weird Sisters t-shirt. It was one of the few black t-shirts that she owned and wore that showed the shape of her body. The jeans that she wore with it were the white kind and it clashed painfully with the black, but Vance loved Nobi’s unique sense of dress, one that he suspected originated from her mother.

He especially loved it when Nobi sighed, for that was when Vance could hold her in his arms and pretend for that small amount of time she loved him, that she was his – at Nobi’s request of course. Whenever Nobi hugged Vance and he could feel her breath on his skin, he always suspected she liked him, but then Vance’s shy nature made him think the other way. When he would finally let her go, he would immediately want to hold her again.

“Nobi?” Vance called, and brought Nobi’s attention from the decorations to him. Almost as if in reflex, she smiled and answered his call. “How would you like to… would you… would you consider…?” he hesitated, wondering how he should phrase his question without giving away his feelings.

“What is it, Vance?” he looked down and into Nobi’s blue tinted purple eyes that were filled with curiosity. He wanted to try his wits at asking her if she would consider dating a person like himself, but he knew he would then make his feelings obvious.

“Would you consider dating someone who is really shy?” he asked curiously. He thought he hid it well by the way he asked.

“Sure, why not? I’d probably make them as mad as I am, though,” she answered, smiling cheekily. He had no doubt whatsoever that she would. Nobi seemed to possess something in her to make a person come out of their shell, unless the person was extremely stubborn.

“How about a quiet person?” he asked; the same curiosity in his eyes, this time mingled with amusement.

“I’d probably just make them loud!” they both shared a laugh at that.

“But really, what if he stays quiet all throughout your relationship?”

“I don’t know… I don’t really know a person who has stayed quiet around me before,” Nobi looked up at him and said for good measure. “It would be good fun trying to get things out of him though.”

His stomach did flutters at the sight of Nobi winking and it gave him the daring to ask her, “Well what about a guy with blue eyes?” this time his tummy did back-flips at the width of her smile. It was so beautiful that he wanted to capture those lips with his.

“Must I answer? You know I love blue! It would be great to date a guy with blue eyes. I could stare into them forever,” Nobi said, doing exactly that into Vance’s piercing blue ones.

“What do you think about a guy with brown hair? I know how much you like blonde hair, so what about a brunette?”

“I wouldn’t mind that much. Shoot me more questions, partner!”

“A six foot three inches guy?” this was directly intentional, for he started to suspect she had caught on to what he was insinuating.

“Oooh! Intriguing! I’m only just getting used to your height, sweetie,” at this comment, his breath was completely knocked out of him as he strongly suspected Nobi liked him back. She played right into his insinuations and gave him hope that those feelings he kept hidden inside were returned.

It felt like a sugar rush in his entire body; his mind was going haywire, his heart was beating fast, he felt like he was going to implode with all the love he held for this one petite girl who had him for years.

Could Niamh be right? Does she really feel it too?

I guess I’ve all but said it now
So much for hopin’ you’d go first
Don’t leave me hangin’ out here on a line
Baby, it’s your turn
Say you couldn’t sleep last night
Swore that you could feel me breathe
Had you wantin’ me there by your side
Yeah, baby I know what you mean

“I – I am not sure how you will react, but I have been in love with you for nearly 3 years now and I – I don’t blame you if you don’t feel the same way–” Vance was silenced by Nobi’s finger on his lips. Instinctively, his lips puckered and kissed the finger that rested on his lips. Nobi gasped but gathered her wits enough to speak.

“I love you too, maybe not as long as you have, but rest assured, I do love you,” so much emotion was going through Vance because of what Nobi had said that he was torn between kissing her right there and then on her lips and hugging her till he crushed her.

He didn’t know what to say or do; Vance just brought Nobi closer to him and buried his head in her wafting black hair. He savoured the scent of her, this scent that seemed new to him in some way, but familiar at the same time. Perhaps it was because he knew she loved him; perhaps because his love for her reached a new level altogether; or perhaps it was because he could truly call Nobi his Nobi.

“My Nobi,” he whispered into Nobi’s ear and felt her shudder. Vance suddenly got bolder and kissed Nobi’s cheek, almost feeling the heat rush to her face. He stepped back to examine what he then saw as a beet-red face and sighed besotted, almost sounding like Nobi. He loved the effect he had on Nobi, though he wasn’t quite sure whether it was because he had kissed her or called her his.

His gaze was broken by the flurry of activity around him and noticed the decorations were all done. Not only that, but people didn’t even see their display of affection of a few minutes ago. Vance’s eyes returned to Nobi and saw she was looking around the room, too. His blue eyes locked on her now-hazel ones, and Vance followed her gaze as it met his.

A smile graced both of their faces as Vance realised how much he loved Nobi. He didn’t know why he loved her; probably never would. He just knew that he did and it has taken up so much of his heart. He really couldn’t believe this sweet, caring girl loved him back. But that wasn’t entirely true; he had had a feeling that she loved him too. Perhaps even to the extent at which he loved her.

The way she even smiled looked different to Vance. It seemed more radiant… or more like Nobi, or just… more. Vance liked to think it was because of him that made her seem to glow more, or at least made her feel all the more happier. Even then, his doubts tried to intrude and make him think otherwise, but he had to be strong and trust his intuition.

Amongst all the commotion of the boys’ dormitory, Vance and Nobi were alone in their own world. Everyone just managed to fade away – much like their personal room of requirements. Vance’s eyes wandered again to Nobi’s lips as he watched hers glide to his own. It was impossible not to kiss her now; he couldn’t resist it any longer. His head was screaming not to kiss her yet his heart was yearning for it. In the end the heart won and Vance tilted his head to lean down and kiss her.

Yes! Those feelings are returned!

I got a feelin’
My head’s a reelin’
My heart is screamin’
I’m about to bust loose
Bottled up emotion
It’s more than a notion
It starts with an “I”
And ends with a “You”
I got a feelin’
You’re feelin’ it too

Their lips met in a feather-light touch. It felt almost like they could feel each other’s lips and yet feel nothing at all. It wasn’t completely pleasing, but Vance knew things would get better when they were no longer so nervous. They smiled at each other once they separated, but wanting more, Vance brought Nobi back to his lips and kissed her insistently, much more tangibly. They were locked together, like two puzzle pieces and Vance couldn’t help but slide his tongue along the bottom edge of Nobi’s lips.

This time, Nobi broke the kiss and he found timidity and a little bit of fear in her eyes. Vance immediately berated himself for his sudden stupid move. Perhaps he was rubbish at kissing; perhaps he did something wrong; or perhaps he just went too fast for Nobi. Concern was apparent in his eyes and he found himself asking her what was wrong.

“I–” she hesitated a little before continuing, which had Vance suspicious. Vance cast Nobi a gentle look that he hoped made her feel comfortable enough tell him, and eventually it made her open up to him. “I just want to take things one step at a time. Nothing too fast too soon,” and Vance knew exactly why she said it. Over the years that he had known her, Nobi showed signs of liking a boy and growing smitten with him almost immediately. She seemed to rush into things and then got depressed just as quickly when things went wrong. It appeared Nobi had learned her lesson in matters concerning love; that is not to rush it.

“I know and I understand completely. I have loved you for three years and I don’t want to ruin that at all.”

“You couldn’t ruin it, though. I may have loved you for only two years, but with that love has grown trust. Whatever you’re fine with, I should be, too. I’ve gotten to know you over these years, and I know your faults as well as perfections, so that makes it impossible for you to ruin anything in my eyes.”

He had not expected it, but Nobi pressed her lips onto Vance’s and kissed him in earnest. One kiss became another and they found themselves sitting on Vance’s bed. They separated when the entire dormitory began to cheer.

“FINALLY!!!” they all shouted and soon enough they were wrenched apart and enveloped in hugs by the various guests of the surprise party.

That was unbelievable! Totally amazing!

Bottled up emotion
It’s more than a notion
It starts with an “I”
And ends with a “You”
I got a feelin’
You’re feelin’ it too
You’re feelin’ it too
Yeah, you’re feelin’ it too
Feelin’ it too

Once everyone was through cheering and lifting both Vance and Nobi up in the air – Vance caught Nobi covering her eyes – Vance checked the time and noticed almost 2 hours had elapsed since the end of the last lesson. He started panicking about the upcoming surprise and had to prepare everyone for what would have to happen.

“Listen up everyone!” he said, quickly gaining their attention. “You will all have to hide somewhere and jump up and yell surprise, like you would in a surprise birthday party. Nobi, you call Dobby with the cake a little after Luigi comes up here. I’ll go and call Luigi and Niamh soon, hopefully they won’t be too far off.”

“I have the marauder’s map,” Nobi whispered into Vance’s ear. “Just go to the toilet with it and check where they are.” After doing so he deduced they were in the common room. He gave the map back to Nobi before he ran down to get them.

“Luigi! You’ve gotta come here,” Vance said frantically once he got down there. He hoped he made it seem genuine that something had happened upstairs in their dormitory and took him by the arm leading him and Niamh up there.

They finally got to the room and Vance, Luigi and Niamh were met with, “SURPRISE! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Luigi! Happy birthday to you!!!”

Vance searched the room with his eyes, found his Nobi walking to the middle of the room, and walked over to her, sliding his hand in hers just under the banner they had previously constructed.

Vance looked into her beautiful eyes, which had gone back to her favourite silvery grey, and followed Nobi’s gaze to Niamh. They were both beaming radiantly at each other, then at Vance. One glance at Luigi told him he hadn’t noticed anything yet.

After the guests had gone and only the Gryffindor boys remained, Vance took this opportunity to tell Luigi what had happened that day right when Luigi was about to fall asleep. He was exhausted from all the eating and dancing he had done.

“Luigi?” Vance called from his bed.

“What?” Luigi snapped.

“Nobi said she loves me when I said I love her.”

“WHAT?!” he exclaimed, surprisingly not waking the other boys.

“I know! We love each other and we kissed.”

“How was it?” Luigi asked, true to his style.

“It wasn't great, but we were nervous and there was a room full of people.”

“Ah… no wonder. But if you hurt her, be warned, I’ll be on your case. Nobi is like another sister of mine.” He tried to look menacingly at his friend, but it was dark, so he settled for making his voice sound threatening.

“I would never hurt her! I love her!” Vance shot back with conviction.

Yeah, she does too.

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