New Fic: Litmus Test
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jackwabbitLitmus Test
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rated: PG
Category: Harry/Ginny. Humor. Harry POV.
Spoilers: Order of the Phoenix, general knowledge. Set post-Deathly Hallows but pre-Epilogue.
Summary: Sometimes the simplest tests are still the best.
Word Count: 300
Disclaimer: Accio, Copyrights! Oh, darn. Wand backfired. Well, it was worth a shot.
Note: Written for the 2011 Ancient Obsessions December 11 Advent Prompt: Mistletoe.
xxx
Last time I kissed a girl under some mistletoe, she was a fantasy.
All schoolboy crush and no substance.
Because let's face it, no matter how much I thought it would work, Cho and I were never going to last.
She was part of the popular crowd, and like it or not, even with my so-called stardom, I wasn't.
I mean, my best friends in school were a dork and a nerd.
Come to think of it, that hasn’t changed.
That says something about me.
And that something is that the popular crowd just isn't me.
So frankly I have no idea how I ended up here, kissing another girl - a super hot girl, for that matter - under another sprig of mistletoe.
I just can’t believe this is happening, and though I try to hold on to that and live in the moment, my mind flashes back to that fateful day long ago at Hogwart's and before I know it, I chuckle just slightly.
Ginny hears me and pulls back to give me a funny look.
"What was that for?" she asks.
I shrug. "Just a funny thought," I answer.
She gives me the eyebrow, and I know I need to choose my next words carefully. After a moment of indecision, I settle on the simplest answer, which is actually just one word.
"Nargles," I say, and point upward, more than a bit nervous about her reaction.
Ginny is quiet a moment, and my nervousness reaches epic proportions. Then she laughs. And I mean really laughs. It’s a happy laugh. It’s not mean-spirited at all. I can’t help but join her, and suddenly I realize my nervousness is gone.
Just as suddenly, I realize something else.
This is no schoolboy crush.
Oh, no. Not at all.
This one's a keeper.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rated: PG
Category: Harry/Ginny. Humor. Harry POV.
Spoilers: Order of the Phoenix, general knowledge. Set post-Deathly Hallows but pre-Epilogue.
Summary: Sometimes the simplest tests are still the best.
Word Count: 300
Disclaimer: Accio, Copyrights! Oh, darn. Wand backfired. Well, it was worth a shot.
Note: Written for the 2011 Ancient Obsessions December 11 Advent Prompt: Mistletoe.
xxx
Last time I kissed a girl under some mistletoe, she was a fantasy.
All schoolboy crush and no substance.
Because let's face it, no matter how much I thought it would work, Cho and I were never going to last.
She was part of the popular crowd, and like it or not, even with my so-called stardom, I wasn't.
I mean, my best friends in school were a dork and a nerd.
Come to think of it, that hasn’t changed.
That says something about me.
And that something is that the popular crowd just isn't me.
So frankly I have no idea how I ended up here, kissing another girl - a super hot girl, for that matter - under another sprig of mistletoe.
I just can’t believe this is happening, and though I try to hold on to that and live in the moment, my mind flashes back to that fateful day long ago at Hogwart's and before I know it, I chuckle just slightly.
Ginny hears me and pulls back to give me a funny look.
"What was that for?" she asks.
I shrug. "Just a funny thought," I answer.
She gives me the eyebrow, and I know I need to choose my next words carefully. After a moment of indecision, I settle on the simplest answer, which is actually just one word.
"Nargles," I say, and point upward, more than a bit nervous about her reaction.
Ginny is quiet a moment, and my nervousness reaches epic proportions. Then she laughs. And I mean really laughs. It’s a happy laugh. It’s not mean-spirited at all. I can’t help but join her, and suddenly I realize my nervousness is gone.
Just as suddenly, I realize something else.
This is no schoolboy crush.
Oh, no. Not at all.
This one's a keeper.
