Sweet

The sun gleams in fresh, golden rays and it reminds her of honey—the way she can’t let go, sweat pools into her armpit, the curve of her neck and chest and Pansy worries about her future, the uncertainty jutting out like a misshapen tooth. And underneath it all, like some great, inimitable spell, was a gumshocking sweetness tracing back to the boy who lived.  [OR, the war is over, there are quite a few chances for new beginnings and Pansy is afraid of all of them. especially the ones leading to the boy who lived.]

new fic! tired brain! hope you like the same old angst just as much as i do!!i know. i know it’s rich of me to start a new fic when i have so.many unfinished ones. but, as always, i am a slave to my degree and my writer’s blockbut on the brighter side, this is a short fic, only 7/8 chapters and i’ve think i have the entire first draft ready.so hope you enjoyed this.. have a great day!!