Fic Set: 7spells | Remus/Ginny |

[interpretthis]

My full set of drabbles/ficlets written for 7spells, with the claim of Remus Lupin/Ginny Weasley.  They are in chronological order, from Ginny’s second year to Ginny as an adult.

 

Title: Trigger

Prompt: sleepwalk

Rating: G     
         

                His mind works furiously on those nights, and yet he sleeps deeply.  Nightmares run free, touching on reality, and all he can feel is bite after bite, his fur rippling in alert against his spine.  It’s not until this particular morning that he realizes the preceding night held nothing but comfortable blackness – not a flash of teeth, nor the dried matting of blood thick in animal fur.  He feels…he feels…He shoots up in horror, head cracking soundly against the wood panel of his desk overhead.  The arms around his waist slip off as he whirls around, his last patches of fur meshing into human skin.

 

                Ginny Weasley lies on the floor, her arms curling back against her chest, breathing even.

 

                He shakes her awake.  She yawns and sits up, eyes wide.

 

                “What are you doing here?” His voice is urgent, hands shaking, heart pounding furiously.  A girl.  A human girl.  So much could’ve gone wrong.  Wrong.  Could’ve gone so wrong.

 

                She blinks.  “Professor Lupin?”  She is not afraid, but confused.  “I had the strangest dream.”

 

                “Yes, but how did you get here?”

 

                She inches closer, expression unreadable, crawling softly into the hollow of his desk.  He sits hunched in its corner, hands clenched, afraid she’ll run or cry or scream and he doesn’t know what he’ll do if she does.  Her small arms fold around him and he’s speechless.  Her voice is soft in his ear and strong in his heart and he hugs her back because it seems like the right thing to do.

 

                “I don’t know, but I can’t go back.”

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Title: Haven

Prompt: counterglow

Rating: G   
      

He takes her out on nights when the moon hangs broken in the sky, its full face hidden against the black backdrop of the night.  Her face reflects the half-light in the sky, always full and happy and loving.  He is allowed to bask in her light and she keeps him safe.  Her glow does not make him a killer.  On the other nights she stays with him and he watches the moonlight on her face and she is not afraid.  She is young and alive and confident and it kills him to encourage her, to let her stay when she could be normal and leave him alone, but he keeps her with him because he wants her.  It is selfish and terrible, but it is true.

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Title: Loss

Prompt: the rooms have a hint of asbestos

Rating: G 
              

She paces before the stretch of wall he told her about – once, twice, three times – growing desperate.  She has been able to call up the room multiple times, and yet with each go there is something wrong.  A tiny, indistinguishable flaw that sets her hair on end – something she wouldn’t usually have the power to notice.  A magical imbalance.  A dead mouse trapped behind a bookshelf in the corner.  A hint of asbestos.  The forth time she tries the Room of Requirement, it digs into her and dredges a maelstrom of emotion, forcing tears down her cheeks, pulling her legs out from under her.  She sinks bonelessly into the nearest chair and cries silently, woe and anger fighting for reign in her breast.  How could he resign?  How could he leave her?

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Title: Creation

Prompt: the ballroom at midnight

Rating: G

She hears the lights in the bushes outside are real fairies, flitting around under the glow of the full moon.  She can’t keep her mind off of him.

 

Neville’s hand in hers is gentle and warm but it grounds her, and she doesn’t want that.  She closes her eyes in the dim light and twirls, falling back into the same arms, eyes still shut, his face in her mind.  Remus holds her close and they sway and she sighs, opening her eyes to meet Neville’s once again.  She can tell that he can tell that she isn’t there with him, but she lets her eyes fall shut once more all the same.  Remus is there.  She likes it better that way.

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Title: Transition

Prompt: ribbon

Rating: Mature
      

The fraying ribbons hold his wrists loosely, and she knows that if he tries it will be easy for him to pull away.  The bed creaks as he shifts and she crawls atop him, stretching along the length of him, ivory arms curling around his neck, lips soft against his jaw.  She does away with the ribbons quickly, letting them float to the floor like washed-out autumn leaves.  She wants his touch more than she can bear, and in the end it’s not just the ribbons keeping her from him, but the other way around as well.  She takes him in her mouth and his hands curl in her hair, gently, gently but desperately, and in a flash she remembers her mother threading the same ribbons into her hair on her first day at Hogwarts.  Her mind surges and she’s glad they are on the floor.  Her childhood is dead now.  He is back, and she can’t ask for more.

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Title: Entropy

Prompt: disheveled

Rating: G               
 

He never can get it exactly right.  There is always an underlying element of shabbiness – the duck-feathered hair that won’t stay down.  The robes that manage only to grow patchier as time elapses.  The man is a walking force of entropy – disorder personified.  She keeps him in check.  Intervenes.  But only a little.  She combs his hair down in the mornings – the muggle way - not because she craves the result, but merely to experience a moment, and experience it with him.  She has a special smile for these times, and he sits through them (however grudgingly) to see it.  She combs and he sits, watching.  It’s the only thing that’s real, in the end.

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Title: Balance

Prompt: glass moon

Rating: Mature

                

He holds the crystal ball to his chest like an otter would a clam, the softly glowing sphere of blown glass a pleasant but pressing weight against his sternum.  The features of her face shine softly in the ethereal light, wisps of her fiery red hair slipping across her cheeks as she rides him.  The glass moon slips against his chest, skidding across slick skin, and he catches it, holding it tight, as she leans down over it to kiss him, a low moan catching in her throat.  The crystal ball pulses between them, caught in the middle, molding against taut muscles and between soft breasts.  Her fingers inch up to tangle in his hair as they come together, muscles contracting, moans fading, the crystal ball sliding off and away into the darkness.  He holds her closely, skin to skin, sleepy eyes on the soft slice of light peeking out from below the bed.

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Comments

[interpretthis.livejournal.com]

*blushes furiously*

Has anyone ever told you you're the nicest person ever? Thank you so much, that made me feel like a gazillion shiny new bucks. *hugs to you! & ♥ too!*

[seldra.livejournal.com]

This is beautiful! I really like the mood you create with each of these short pieces. I think my favourite is 'Creation.' It's so poignant. And I never, ever would have thought of shipping Remus/Ginny, but you made it lovely and sad and sweet.

[interpretthis.livejournal.com]

Thanks! The comm encourages rare ships, so that's how that came about. I'm glad it worked!

[zeppelinakias.livejournal.com]

It reminds me of "Lolita", in some way... I liked that...Such an unusual couple, but so ...tender!!!

[interpretthis.livejournal.com]

I'm not familiar with Lolita...maybe I'll check it out. Thanks for reading!

[zeppelinakias.livejournal.com]

Well, in a nutshell,Lolita was a 12-year-old who had a sexual relationship with a teacher who had rented a house of her mother's, if I remember well...Listen to the song "Moi Lolita" by Alizee and see the movie "Lolita", in which Jeremy Irons is the leading actor...You'll make sense of what I said...

[interpretthis.livejournal.com]

Oh gosh, Jeremy Irons.

*runs off to watch*