Hopelessly Devoted
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darnedchildBonus Drabble!
Rating: PG13ish with a hint of Wrong
A/N - Written very quickly for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mmyrtle at the beginning of the month and posted on my personal LJ (so you may have read this already). I apologize in advance for the fact that no beta has seen this, I wrote it in a very short amount of time and it is so not something I normally write. Anything you recognize, I don't own. The Harry Potter-verse belongs to J.K. Rowlings. This is NOT HG/SS. It's actually a pairing I hope to never think about again if I can help it.
Hopelessly Devoted
Vernon stumbled out of the en suite WC, already half asleep, and climbed into bed. He leaned over to brush his mustache against her cheek, muttered something that might have been good night, and then turned off the beside lamp. Within minutes he was asleep.
With a sigh, Petunia rolled to her side and stared out at the bright stars visible over the neighbor's roof.
Was he out there still? Did he ever think of her? Miss her the way she still missed him in the dark of the night?
It had been so many years ago when they met. Lily had been home barely a week when that Potter boy first showed up. Soon a day would not go by without Petunia running into him or one of his equally horrid friends. Black helped himself to everything in the kitchen without asking. The Lupin boy was always touching things and Petunia was positive if she hadn't kept an eye on him he would have probably knicked something. The poor were always doing something like that.
But then he came. Oh, the first time she laid eyes on Peter she had known he was something special. The adorable way he squinted. The way his nose twitched when she offered him one of her fresh baked biscuits.
He had plans for his life, unlike the others. Peter was going to make something of himself. They spent many a day in the garden talking. While her sister and the others wasted their summer on frivolous pursuits, she and Peter had grown closer.
She would never forget that late August night when he had held her in his arms and she had given him her body the same way she had given him her heart. He had promised to come back to visit, but she never saw him again.
Vernon had been there to comfort her. To ease the heartbreak.
And then came Dudley, with his precious little eyes and that twitchy little nose.
Petunia fell asleep with a smile on her lips and the memories of that one perfect summer to replay in her dreams.
Rating: PG13ish with a hint of Wrong
A/N - Written very quickly for
mmyrtle at the beginning of the month and posted on my personal LJ (so you may have read this already). I apologize in advance for the fact that no beta has seen this, I wrote it in a very short amount of time and it is so not something I normally write. Anything you recognize, I don't own. The Harry Potter-verse belongs to J.K. Rowlings. This is NOT HG/SS. It's actually a pairing I hope to never think about again if I can help it.Hopelessly Devoted
Vernon stumbled out of the en suite WC, already half asleep, and climbed into bed. He leaned over to brush his mustache against her cheek, muttered something that might have been good night, and then turned off the beside lamp. Within minutes he was asleep.
With a sigh, Petunia rolled to her side and stared out at the bright stars visible over the neighbor's roof.
Was he out there still? Did he ever think of her? Miss her the way she still missed him in the dark of the night?
It had been so many years ago when they met. Lily had been home barely a week when that Potter boy first showed up. Soon a day would not go by without Petunia running into him or one of his equally horrid friends. Black helped himself to everything in the kitchen without asking. The Lupin boy was always touching things and Petunia was positive if she hadn't kept an eye on him he would have probably knicked something. The poor were always doing something like that.
But then he came. Oh, the first time she laid eyes on Peter she had known he was something special. The adorable way he squinted. The way his nose twitched when she offered him one of her fresh baked biscuits.
He had plans for his life, unlike the others. Peter was going to make something of himself. They spent many a day in the garden talking. While her sister and the others wasted their summer on frivolous pursuits, she and Peter had grown closer.
She would never forget that late August night when he had held her in his arms and she had given him her body the same way she had given him her heart. He had promised to come back to visit, but she never saw him again.
Vernon had been there to comfort her. To ease the heartbreak.
And then came Dudley, with his precious little eyes and that twitchy little nose.
Petunia fell asleep with a smile on her lips and the memories of that one perfect summer to replay in her dreams.