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Is our secret safe tonight
and are we out of sight
Or will our world come tumbling down?
Will they find our hiding place
is this our last embrace
or will the walls start caving in?
Giggling like a schoolgirl, whom she was, she hid behind a corner as her two friends went on, discussing Quidditch. She made sure they didn't see her disappear and continued into the small corridor. Having studied and sneaked around in the intimidating castle for four and a half years she knew her way everywhere.
Suddenly a hand reached out from the shadows and grabbed her wrist and she almost screamed out in surprise before lips sealed her mouth in a passionate kiss. She responded to it almost immediately and, only when they needed air to breathe, did she look into the steel eyes of her secret boyfriend. He smiled as his fingers trailed her cheek delicately. She smiled back and pecked his lips.
'Nobody saw you?' he whispered the important question. They haven't yet figured how to dea
My TutorA/N: A Harry/You ficMore Like This
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The wind was strong as you walked down to the Quidditch pitch. While everyone else was eating breakfast or still sleeping in that Saturday morning, you were on your way to practice flying. It was your dream to be able to make it on your House's Quidditch team next year; but you weren't very good at flying. At least, not as good as the other students that had tried out just a few weeks before.
You caught a quick glimpse of your 'secret tutor' as he flew around the golden hoops and quickened your pace. When you entered the pitch, you noticed that there was already a broom lying on the ground, and it was the good school broom.
"You're late," a deep voice said above you.
Harry was hovering just inches above your head then landed right in front of you with a playful smile. "Sorry," you said, smiling back. "I couldn't get away from my friends. They all wanted me to go to the library with them today."
"Well, it is your fifth year," Harry sai
Hermione's Shield, Part 5Dialogue in italics is spoken in French.More Like This
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Even though she knew she should be getting ready for her new job, Hermione sat down to write a reply. She needed time to stop crying, anyway.
Neither of us could have predicted what happened. These are bad times. Bad things are going to happen. We can get through this. Please stop blaming yourself.
I was at the French Ministry yesterday. They gave me a very small flat of my own, a bag of things like clothes and toiletries (and the pen I'm using right now), some food, and a job prospect. I'll miss school and my friends and my parents, and I will most certainly miss you (so much, I can't even put it into words), but I'm safe and fed. Seeing how many refugees there were at the Ministry, and how desperate so many of them were, I realize that I've been very lucky, in a lot of ways. Things are a lot worse in some places. I don't un
That Butler, GourmandisesIn which Ciel demands a fancy afternoon snack and Sebastian ponders the taste of his Young Master’s soul.More Like This
A week has passed since the nasty encounter with Baron Kelvin and his twisted doctor. The Young Master was slowly recovering, both from the asthma attack in the circus and the momentary insanity that overtook him in the Baron’s basement. In consequence of the former, the Young Master was still rather weak, while the latter brought about nightmares that prevented the Young Master from resting peacefully nearly every night. Hardly an ideal situation, but at least the Queen didn’t have any new demands for the moment.
In this downtime, Sebastian could nurse his Young Master back to health. Silently taking advice from Lord Soma and Agni, he took care to prepare the Your Master’s favourite snacks for the afternoon tea and choose the Young Master’s favourite teas to accompany them. He knew very well that the child in his care took great pleasure from t
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Shark 2Sitting in the darkness on the living room's floor, Richard watched Schneider walk past. He saw how the drummer's shoulders sagged when there was nobody standing on the patio. He pursed his lips right, now he wants to talk with me and then he goes to discuss about recording the album without me?More Like This
Absentmindedly, he played with the knife he took from the kitchen.
Then of course the others were right this wasn't going anywhere. He was stopping them, he was almost pulling them back with the lack of ideas and his general behaviour. He couldn't have explained it if he tried, but somehow them knowing about his condition (even in his head, he refused to call it for what it was) made him shy. Made him afraid to talk back and argue, in case they would bring it up as an argument or make fun of his weakness. Because he was doubtlessly the weakest of them.
Trailing down the sharp edge with his finger, he accidentally broke the skin. With a hiss of pain, he dropped the knife and brough