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I'm boring, and procrastinating, and I have something to celebrate : my dissertation is finishred !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So... Here are some cookies from my english WIP !! Feel very free to point all the enormous mistakes I've done in English, and... hope you enjoy...
HARRY POTTER AND THE HOLLY WAND
I
Fighting Fleur
It was noon of night. A thick mist was slowly covering the moon above London with its wet glove of dew, while the usually sweet breeze of summer blew through trees foliages. Far away, in a provincial little of Dorset, a dark-haired sixteen years old boy has fallen asleep on one of his books – Famous Aurors of Past Times : their quests, their curses, their death –, his glasses half-slipped on his nose, his mouth slightly open, innocently unaware of what was going on while he was so gently sleeping.
Heat was unusual for a British summer. For the second year, muggles have had to restrain their use of water letting their lawns yellowed, and to lock themselves in the freshness of their houses. But that summer was different, for even nights were weighted by muggy waves. A scent of insanity floated in the air of that nights. Babies, red with anger in their little cribs, cried desperately till exhaustion brought tears in their mothers’ eyes and rage in their fathers’ ; children were overexcited, staying awake in bed long after their normal hour had passed ; lovers had violent jealousy tantrum ending in broken dishes and unexpected bruised faces ; affairs were broken and marriages were put into the balance ; and a lot many of accidents illuminated roads with ambulances flashing lights.
In the more quiet houses, where life was so cold it could not be warmed up by weather, muggles were fanning themselves, cursing the icecap’s melting, the government or their neighbourhood for the mad driving of the world, with a brusqueness so out-of-character you would have bet they could sense, despite of their undisputable blindness and weakness, the return of Who-Must-Never-Be-Named.
This summer was different even for the most uninformed observer. Full of strange events had interfered in the cool, trouble-free routine of muggles lives, in all Europe : owls fleeing across the country in numerous crowds in daytime ; explosion without explanations in peaceful village ; most ordinary people loosing suddenly memories of times and places apparently as ordinary ; mysterious deaths neither forensic surgeons, nor policemen could impute to natural or unnatural reasons ; and above all, that thing, like a cloud, like a light, like a flight of giant birds, that indefinable thing popping recurrently in the clear summer sky and causing hysterical television interviews of women, children and very serious businessmen, pretending they had see in that strange gathering of points a huge bony face with a snake tongue pepping out of the mouth.
That Draco/Ginny moment. No, not that one, THAT one. Part of chapter 17, called, for the moment : “‘Tis not hereafter”
“Do you really thing you can whistle for me like for a dog, Weasley ? ‘Come at the Astronomy Tower tonight. We should talk’. As my mother would say : manners, Weasley !”
He sit languidly on the edge of the window and crossed his arms on his chest.
“So. What do you want to talk about that is so damned important you caused a fight to summon me, Weasley ?
_ So ! Last week, I was Ginny, and now, it’s Weasley again : that’s like it ?
_ Don’t be childish, Freckles, it has always be Weasley. I didn’t come to talk about your names, so…
_ Show me your arm.”
Draco seemed unsettled by that rogue order, but that bit of emotion disappeared quickly from his face. He stand up and put his hands in the pockets of his robe. A little self-important smile slid on his mouth.
“If it’s all about your hunger of my body, Weasley, I think it’s time to establish that this thing is over and to…
_ Show me your fucking arm, you bastard !” screamed Ginny, quickly pulling her wand out of her pocket and pointing it at him.
Very slowly, something passed across Draco’s face, an expression Ginny had never seen on that features, and that she would probably never see again. Only when it faded did she understand that it was admiration. But he didn’t obey. He didn’t even move.
“C’mon, Draco Malfoy, don’t let me believe you’re ashamed of what you’re hiding under your sleeve, whatever it is. Draco Malfoy isn’t ashamed of anything, except me.
_ I’m not…, began Draco, the he stopped and bitted his lip.
_ What? Your not ashamed of what your hiding? So show me your arm, Malfoy!
_ I was going to say I am not ashamed of you. I have never, never been”, he added, tiredness somewhat quelling his voice.
Ginny sniggered bitterly.
“Nice try, Malfoy, but you’re still going to show me your forearm, do you want it or not. And don’t believe I can’t put a Cruciatus Curse on you.”
He didn’t answer and for several minutes, he didn’t move either. Finally, he silently took his hands out of his pockets and slowly began to roll his sleeve. And although she was awaiting it, the sight of the dark skull tattooed on that white skin she has so often stoked and smelled and kissed, took the better of her resolution to stay strong and impassive and she burst into violent tears. She didn’t feel herself dropping her wand, but she heard the faint clang ! it produced when it hit the floor. A precise, sharp and cold clang ! Life carries on, she thought, nonsensically. Malfoy carries on, carries on to be evil, Voldemort carries in taking him away from me, and I carry on being that stupid little Ginny I’ve been since… since… since always ! I knew it was coming ! I knew, I knew, I knew…
“Of course you knew, said the sharp voice of Draco, and she discovered she had speak aloud. You knew because it’s me. I’m Malfoy, I’m a Malfoy, I’ve never change. I’m still the same, and whatever you have said to yourself that make you fuck with me all over that castle without remorse, I will remind the same. You knew that will come because you know me…”
One of the last chapter : Hermione and Ginny having girl talk. Sort of.
“But you know what we think about him, pressed desperately Hermione. How can you avoid what we…
_It has nothing to do with you, with Harry, with Ron, or anyone else ! interrupted Ginny with fury. Doesn’t it came to your little mind that it can only have to do with me, with what I think. What I think about him. Am I of so few an importance that my opinion is negligible, so negligible you don’t ever think it deserved to be taken into account ? The world doesn’t revolve around you. My world doesn’t revolve around you… And by the way, if you really want the truth, I do think of you and your opinion only when it was too late to step back.
_ Do you… Merlin, Ginny, I don’t even know how to say it… do you love him ?
_ If I could help it, Hermione, I would, said Ginny flatly. But I can’t. When I wake up, I think of him. I ask myself how much more Voldemort has destroy him during my sleep, how much more he has been drive apart from me, and from everything in him that made me fall for him. Everything he didn’t even know about him before I came on his path, in his life and unveiled it to him. Before he lost all of it as quickly as he’d discovered it. I know what you think, but it’s not a crush, Hermione. It’s not the little stupid romantic girl falling for the bad guy like in all that trash books. I do not like Malfoy : I resent him as much as I did in the past. That would not change as long as Malfoy will remain a Malfoy. But I love Draco. And that one, none of your little clique have ever meet him.
_ … What does Dumbledore think of it ?
_ He thinks…” Ginny looked quickly away. “He thinks Draco do care for me. In his twisted manner.”
Hermione pondered a moment on that answer.
“Is this why he didn’t kill you when he had his chance ? Because don’t try to make me believe it was not him who hurt you.
_ Oh, he tried to kill me. I told you : he’s moving away from everything that was human in him. I don’t know why he didn’t succeed killing me : I can’t say I really try to stop him…
_ And you still love him ? asked Hermione incredulously.
_ It’s not a question I have the power to ask myself : I will still love him the day he would death-cursed me. Definitively.
_ Why don’t you fight it ?”
Ginny laugh dryly.
“Is that your answer to it ? Is that your answer to all ? Fight it, Ginny. Be a good girl, Ginny. Do your duty, Ginny. Don’t you understand, Ginny ?! And why don’t you fight being bossy, Hermione ? Lots of people will found themselves better if you did. But you don’t. Because, there are people who like you bossy, and, by the way, you like being bossy. It’s what you are. Always been. Always will be. It’s the same for me. I do like loving Draco. I don’t think about it like a fact. It’s just in me. A bloody part of me, that bloody needed to be filled for years. And he did.
_ And you like it ?
_ Never been in love for true, Hermione, do you ?”
So... Here are some cookies from my english WIP !! Feel very free to point all the enormous mistakes I've done in English, and... hope you enjoy...
HARRY POTTER AND THE HOLLY WAND
I
Fighting Fleur
It was noon of night. A thick mist was slowly covering the moon above London with its wet glove of dew, while the usually sweet breeze of summer blew through trees foliages. Far away, in a provincial little of Dorset, a dark-haired sixteen years old boy has fallen asleep on one of his books – Famous Aurors of Past Times : their quests, their curses, their death –, his glasses half-slipped on his nose, his mouth slightly open, innocently unaware of what was going on while he was so gently sleeping.
Heat was unusual for a British summer. For the second year, muggles have had to restrain their use of water letting their lawns yellowed, and to lock themselves in the freshness of their houses. But that summer was different, for even nights were weighted by muggy waves. A scent of insanity floated in the air of that nights. Babies, red with anger in their little cribs, cried desperately till exhaustion brought tears in their mothers’ eyes and rage in their fathers’ ; children were overexcited, staying awake in bed long after their normal hour had passed ; lovers had violent jealousy tantrum ending in broken dishes and unexpected bruised faces ; affairs were broken and marriages were put into the balance ; and a lot many of accidents illuminated roads with ambulances flashing lights.
In the more quiet houses, where life was so cold it could not be warmed up by weather, muggles were fanning themselves, cursing the icecap’s melting, the government or their neighbourhood for the mad driving of the world, with a brusqueness so out-of-character you would have bet they could sense, despite of their undisputable blindness and weakness, the return of Who-Must-Never-Be-Named.
This summer was different even for the most uninformed observer. Full of strange events had interfered in the cool, trouble-free routine of muggles lives, in all Europe : owls fleeing across the country in numerous crowds in daytime ; explosion without explanations in peaceful village ; most ordinary people loosing suddenly memories of times and places apparently as ordinary ; mysterious deaths neither forensic surgeons, nor policemen could impute to natural or unnatural reasons ; and above all, that thing, like a cloud, like a light, like a flight of giant birds, that indefinable thing popping recurrently in the clear summer sky and causing hysterical television interviews of women, children and very serious businessmen, pretending they had see in that strange gathering of points a huge bony face with a snake tongue pepping out of the mouth.
That Draco/Ginny moment. No, not that one, THAT one. Part of chapter 17, called, for the moment : “‘Tis not hereafter”
“Do you really thing you can whistle for me like for a dog, Weasley ? ‘Come at the Astronomy Tower tonight. We should talk’. As my mother would say : manners, Weasley !”
He sit languidly on the edge of the window and crossed his arms on his chest.
“So. What do you want to talk about that is so damned important you caused a fight to summon me, Weasley ?
_ So ! Last week, I was Ginny, and now, it’s Weasley again : that’s like it ?
_ Don’t be childish, Freckles, it has always be Weasley. I didn’t come to talk about your names, so…
_ Show me your arm.”
Draco seemed unsettled by that rogue order, but that bit of emotion disappeared quickly from his face. He stand up and put his hands in the pockets of his robe. A little self-important smile slid on his mouth.
“If it’s all about your hunger of my body, Weasley, I think it’s time to establish that this thing is over and to…
_ Show me your fucking arm, you bastard !” screamed Ginny, quickly pulling her wand out of her pocket and pointing it at him.
Very slowly, something passed across Draco’s face, an expression Ginny had never seen on that features, and that she would probably never see again. Only when it faded did she understand that it was admiration. But he didn’t obey. He didn’t even move.
“C’mon, Draco Malfoy, don’t let me believe you’re ashamed of what you’re hiding under your sleeve, whatever it is. Draco Malfoy isn’t ashamed of anything, except me.
_ I’m not…, began Draco, the he stopped and bitted his lip.
_ What? Your not ashamed of what your hiding? So show me your arm, Malfoy!
_ I was going to say I am not ashamed of you. I have never, never been”, he added, tiredness somewhat quelling his voice.
Ginny sniggered bitterly.
“Nice try, Malfoy, but you’re still going to show me your forearm, do you want it or not. And don’t believe I can’t put a Cruciatus Curse on you.”
He didn’t answer and for several minutes, he didn’t move either. Finally, he silently took his hands out of his pockets and slowly began to roll his sleeve. And although she was awaiting it, the sight of the dark skull tattooed on that white skin she has so often stoked and smelled and kissed, took the better of her resolution to stay strong and impassive and she burst into violent tears. She didn’t feel herself dropping her wand, but she heard the faint clang ! it produced when it hit the floor. A precise, sharp and cold clang ! Life carries on, she thought, nonsensically. Malfoy carries on, carries on to be evil, Voldemort carries in taking him away from me, and I carry on being that stupid little Ginny I’ve been since… since… since always ! I knew it was coming ! I knew, I knew, I knew…
“Of course you knew, said the sharp voice of Draco, and she discovered she had speak aloud. You knew because it’s me. I’m Malfoy, I’m a Malfoy, I’ve never change. I’m still the same, and whatever you have said to yourself that make you fuck with me all over that castle without remorse, I will remind the same. You knew that will come because you know me…”
One of the last chapter : Hermione and Ginny having girl talk. Sort of.
“But you know what we think about him, pressed desperately Hermione. How can you avoid what we…
_It has nothing to do with you, with Harry, with Ron, or anyone else ! interrupted Ginny with fury. Doesn’t it came to your little mind that it can only have to do with me, with what I think. What I think about him. Am I of so few an importance that my opinion is negligible, so negligible you don’t ever think it deserved to be taken into account ? The world doesn’t revolve around you. My world doesn’t revolve around you… And by the way, if you really want the truth, I do think of you and your opinion only when it was too late to step back.
_ Do you… Merlin, Ginny, I don’t even know how to say it… do you love him ?
_ If I could help it, Hermione, I would, said Ginny flatly. But I can’t. When I wake up, I think of him. I ask myself how much more Voldemort has destroy him during my sleep, how much more he has been drive apart from me, and from everything in him that made me fall for him. Everything he didn’t even know about him before I came on his path, in his life and unveiled it to him. Before he lost all of it as quickly as he’d discovered it. I know what you think, but it’s not a crush, Hermione. It’s not the little stupid romantic girl falling for the bad guy like in all that trash books. I do not like Malfoy : I resent him as much as I did in the past. That would not change as long as Malfoy will remain a Malfoy. But I love Draco. And that one, none of your little clique have ever meet him.
_ … What does Dumbledore think of it ?
_ He thinks…” Ginny looked quickly away. “He thinks Draco do care for me. In his twisted manner.”
Hermione pondered a moment on that answer.
“Is this why he didn’t kill you when he had his chance ? Because don’t try to make me believe it was not him who hurt you.
_ Oh, he tried to kill me. I told you : he’s moving away from everything that was human in him. I don’t know why he didn’t succeed killing me : I can’t say I really try to stop him…
_ And you still love him ? asked Hermione incredulously.
_ It’s not a question I have the power to ask myself : I will still love him the day he would death-cursed me. Definitively.
_ Why don’t you fight it ?”
Ginny laugh dryly.
“Is that your answer to it ? Is that your answer to all ? Fight it, Ginny. Be a good girl, Ginny. Do your duty, Ginny. Don’t you understand, Ginny ?! And why don’t you fight being bossy, Hermione ? Lots of people will found themselves better if you did. But you don’t. Because, there are people who like you bossy, and, by the way, you like being bossy. It’s what you are. Always been. Always will be. It’s the same for me. I do like loving Draco. I don’t think about it like a fact. It’s just in me. A bloody part of me, that bloody needed to be filled for years. And he did.
_ And you like it ?
_ Never been in love for true, Hermione, do you ?”
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Date: 2004-08-23 03:32 am (UTC)From:Het het het OMG ! : Twasn't supposed to be, but writing the last bit, I just find it so obvious (coming from Hermione) that there is a possibility I do change my original idea of Hermy.
;-))
Thanks so much for reading, and hell ! yes, it took an incredible amount of time to write that little things !