May 7 th , 2004
He fights with her and it feels like a fire is blooming in his chest. They yell at each other, curse at each other, and this verbal sparring inspires too many emotions (Sweet Merlin, emotion) in him to face all at once. He's overwhelmed.
"—don't know how to make a single bloody decision—"
"—are too fucking impulsive—"
"—why you never get anywhere in—"
"—you're going to get yourself killed one—"
"—never going to change a bloody thing—"
"—and you'll finally regret the shit you've pulled—"
And on and on and on and on until both of them can no longer draw breath without gasping, and they collapse into chairs across from each other.
He feels her eyes on him and looks up to see her grinning at him, her chest heaving and her cheeks glowing red with exertion, her hair (having escaped from its bun) tumbling in coffee-coloured curls around her face. And suddenly, he's struck hard with a sharp blow to the back of the head as he comes to the realisation that she is (utterly, startlingly) beautiful.
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Eyes Open by: orphan_account
Fanfiction[ COMPLETE] Granger corners him one last time, pulling that bloody envelope from her robes. He lets it fall into his open palm. "You know the rules, don't you?" "Only for when I'm at my lowest point," he says. "And after I open it, I go straight to...
