Date: 08/17/2006 10:51 AM Title: Chapter 1
I don't read S/Hr fic. I don't read deadRon! fic. .... and you? You are so good.
but my quiet curiosity about the man next to me suddenly transfigures itself into more of an impatient thirst for closure.
This I can buy, you've established her loneliness and her curiosity. He's like a project to tackle.
I reach for his face, and pull his lips down to mine for a fierce kiss. His mouth is warm and welcoming
*completely freaking out*
"How do you presume you might help me, Professor?"
That's so him!
begin to frantically rid him of what he's wearing.
In the fantasies I never had, I expected gratitude from him
*snort* That is very good, very telling.
I feel disjointed memories flutter in and out of my consciousness. Images, faces, touches - dreams from my past.
*sobs* Oh! I don't read these kinds of stories! That was beautiful. Just enough.
*sigh* Well, ok. You made it very much not terrible. I suppose if she can't have Ron, and the other 50 men I put in line before Snape, then she should at least get a little action somewhere.
Hee. Well done my dear! Cheers!