Post by OSUSprinks on Jun 2, 2007 0:58:28 GMT -5
Title: What Had He Told Her?
Word Count: 200
Pairings: Flitwick/Sprout
Genre: Believe it or not, angst I think.
Rating: EH for Everyone Here
Summary: This is sort of a missing moment from my fic about Filius teaching Pomona to dance. I haven't posted it here yet because I want to add the middle part where he actually teaches her. Anyway, this is about Fil catching her doing some late night practicing! Enjoy!
What had he told her? That she was doing very well. That she was as graceful on the dance floor as she was in her greenhouses. That she did not need any more practice. Yet, there she was in the moonlight, being held by an imaginary partner, dancing across the dusty floor of the deserted classroom.
Her hair was down, free from its usual messy bun. She was dressed in a simple, pale pink nightgown, her robe thrown over a chair. He was not surprised to see her slippers had been kicked off just inside the door. She always was at her best when comfortable. Filius smiled as she turned toward him, her eyes closed in concentration as she chewed her lower lip.
Moving silently, he crossed the distance between them, surprising Pomona as he took her in his arms.
"What did I tell you?" He teased her as he smiled up at her blushing face.
"I just don't want to disappoint you."
His heart nearly broke at her frown.
"You could never disappoint me, Mona." He held her close as he continued the dance knowing this was as close as he would ever come to sharing his true feelings.
Word Count: 200
Pairings: Flitwick/Sprout
Genre: Believe it or not, angst I think.
Rating: EH for Everyone Here
Summary: This is sort of a missing moment from my fic about Filius teaching Pomona to dance. I haven't posted it here yet because I want to add the middle part where he actually teaches her. Anyway, this is about Fil catching her doing some late night practicing! Enjoy!
What had he told her? That she was doing very well. That she was as graceful on the dance floor as she was in her greenhouses. That she did not need any more practice. Yet, there she was in the moonlight, being held by an imaginary partner, dancing across the dusty floor of the deserted classroom.
Her hair was down, free from its usual messy bun. She was dressed in a simple, pale pink nightgown, her robe thrown over a chair. He was not surprised to see her slippers had been kicked off just inside the door. She always was at her best when comfortable. Filius smiled as she turned toward him, her eyes closed in concentration as she chewed her lower lip.
Moving silently, he crossed the distance between them, surprising Pomona as he took her in his arms.
"What did I tell you?" He teased her as he smiled up at her blushing face.
"I just don't want to disappoint you."
His heart nearly broke at her frown.
"You could never disappoint me, Mona." He held her close as he continued the dance knowing this was as close as he would ever come to sharing his true feelings.
He should just tell her. 