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batsutousaiTitle: "Tear-Filled Good-byes"
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Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Tom Riddle/Minerva McGonagall
Warnings: Mentions of blood, suggested sex, het(You know it’s sad when you have to put “het” up as a warning...)
Word Count: 100
Notes: Birthday drabble forfirebird157!! Happy Birthday, luv!!
Was supposed to be much longer, but I realized that I wouldn't have time to finish the whole thing for today, so I whipped up this little baby in half-an-hour. Will continue working on the fic and have it up some day. Promise.
Tom remembered dark eyes and even darker hair. He remembered few smiles and stern tone. He remembered shades of red and gold, green and silver. He remembered House rivalries. He remembered empty classrooms, hiding from teachers and peers alike. He remembered soft skin and tight warmth.
He remembered tear-filled good-byes. He remembered battlefields stained red. He remembered scorn and hate in those once-dear eyes.
The only woman he’d ever cared for; she now fought against him.
Pain? Yes.
Possesive? Entirely.
Heart? His had frozen over.
Love? He didn’t know that word.
Minerva McGonagall? Oh, how he wished she were his.
X-posted atnoagirl and batsutousai
Author:
batsutousaiRating: PG-13
Pairing: Tom Riddle/Minerva McGonagall
Warnings: Mentions of blood, suggested sex, het(You know it’s sad when you have to put “het” up as a warning...)
Word Count: 100
Notes: Birthday drabble for
firebird157!! Happy Birthday, luv!!Was supposed to be much longer, but I realized that I wouldn't have time to finish the whole thing for today, so I whipped up this little baby in half-an-hour. Will continue working on the fic and have it up some day. Promise.
Tom remembered dark eyes and even darker hair. He remembered few smiles and stern tone. He remembered shades of red and gold, green and silver. He remembered House rivalries. He remembered empty classrooms, hiding from teachers and peers alike. He remembered soft skin and tight warmth.
He remembered tear-filled good-byes. He remembered battlefields stained red. He remembered scorn and hate in those once-dear eyes.
The only woman he’d ever cared for; she now fought against him.
Pain? Yes.
Possesive? Entirely.
Heart? His had frozen over.
Love? He didn’t know that word.
Minerva McGonagall? Oh, how he wished she were his.
X-posted at
noagirl and batsutousai
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Date: 8/5/05 06:17 (UTC)no subject
Date: 8/5/05 22:16 (UTC)