selcouth // h. granger

◤ludic◢

lu·dic /ˈl(y)o͞odik/
adjective
full of fun and high spirits

cw: sexual content, but nothing too crazy. Will underline!

☠︎~~~☠︎

-stars & honey

you look at me the way you do stars
endless and free
like there's no other place to be

and I look at you the way I do honey
sweet and fresh
because you're unlike the rest

☠︎~~~☠︎

Adelaide and Ron were fighting. And they hadn't even been at Shell Cottage for three hours.

It was after dawn now, and Bill and Fleur were preparing breakfast downstairs; the smell of bacon and eggs wafted up the stairs. Harry was nowhere to be seen (probably contemplating what the bloody hell just happened), and Griphook, Dean, and Mr. Ollivander were resting.

The little house by the shore had become very cramped: there were only four bedrooms in the cottage, Ollivander, Griphook, and Bill and Fleur already taking up three. That left the girls to share a spare nursery, fitted with one full-sized bed (which Elara and Hermione took to sharing) and two cots, and the boys to share the sitting room.

Luna was out collecting seashells, telling Elara cheerfully when she saw her sneak out of the room they were sharing, "The most beautiful ones wash up in the morning! I'd like to make something for Bill and Fleur to thank them for their hospitality." Elara plainly had wondered how Luna kept her dreamy composure when they had just escaped from captivity three hours ago.

Dobby, on the other hand, had already apparated back to the Hogwart's kitchens as soon as possible, practically on the brink of passing out from shock before he did. Could elves even pass out? Still, Harry didn't get the chance to ask who sent him before he left, but he wasn't upset about it, as Dobby was petrified.

So, with those counted, that left two more couples, one actually in a committed, more than one year and coming up on a year and a half relationship, and one... well, no one really knew what they were. But, they acted like a bickering married couple.

"You have no idea how worried we all were!" shouted Adelaide furiously from the laundry room, sounding as if they had not been captured merely hours before.

"I was worried too! It's not like I didn't think about you for seven months!" countered Ron, doing his best not to shout, unlike Adelaide. "You kept disappearing off the Marauder's Map!"

"It sure seemed like it! No word, no nothing! Not even a Patronus! At least you knew where I was most of the time!" retorted Adelaide fiercely, having every right to be angry.

Meanwhile, in the room over, Elara was with Hermione enveloped in her embrace, very discreetly covering Hermione's ears, as the girl was fast asleep. Elara had probably only slept two hours, but the sun streaming through the window had woken her up, and now Ron and Adelaide fighting her were keeping her from succumbing to sleep once more. 

But, if she shut out the fighting of Ron and Adelaide, Elara was at peace. She lay her head on Hermione's and listened, looking for any sign of her stirring awake. Hermione's wounds were fully healed (thanks to some excellent wandwork by Fleur), her breathing even and light, her hand interlocked with Elara's, and her head resting against Elara's chest. It was all Elara could ask for because now Hermione was okay and not being tortured, and Elara wasn't locked up in the cellar of her aunt and uncle's...

The time locked in the cellar had probably been the worst of her life. Elara could still remember the panic and fear she had felt, Hermione's screams that had echoed through the cellars now echoed throughout her mind. It took her back to hours before, making her heart rate increase, then snapping herself back into reality and urging it to go down because it would wake Hermione up, and Hermione was here and safe and with her again.