smother me - r. weasley

he wanted those quiet moments.

he yearned for someone to stomp out the defensive fire that burned bright.

she smothered it, and in turn, him.

she thought she'd never believe in magic. her household was your common London suburb, smog and bustle filled with television dinners, her mother straightening her father's tie before work in the front hall, and breakfasts of runny eggs and dry toast. the hum of the morning news woke her up, and the night news lulled her to sleep on the sofa, cuddled between an overfed cat and an overworked mother.

fernie lovett saw her life to be painfully dull.

imagine her surprise when it turned out to be anything but.