By @whinlatter
Yeah yeah I know a hinny microfic in the year of our lord 2025, sue me.
‘So.’
‘…so - ‘
‘That was - ‘
’ - sorry it was - y’know - in front of everyone - ‘
‘Be fair, not quite everyone. Just all our mates, my ex, my brother - the girl who drugged my brother - ‘
‘I know - sorry - it’s just - you were right there - ‘
‘Don’t be sorry. I’m not sorry. Are you sorry?’
‘No. Not at all.’
‘So - do you - shit, I’m still in my kit, I probably smell - ‘
‘You don’t. Smell, I mean. I mean, you just smell like you.’
’- I beg your pardon?’
‘You know. Sort of - flowery.’
‘I smell flowery?’
‘Yeah. I mean. I don’t know. You smell - nice, you always smell nice.’
‘I always smell nice - ?’
‘There’s an echo in here.’
‘You do not get to take the piss, Potter, not when you apparently know what I smell like - ‘
‘That’s weird, isn’t it. Sorry. Sorry, I’m bad at this - I’ll get better - ‘
‘I’m pulling your leg, you muppet. Will you stop saying sorry? You don’t need to be sorry, it’s me.’
Two dumb big grins behind a tapestry in a deserted corridor, faces on fire, hearts going the same way. She’s taking his hand, she’s here, it’s real, this is real. Yeah, he thinks, it’s you.