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Waking up	By : Pegasus Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 2782 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 16
He layed her down on his couch and made his way over to the little kitchen unit. Putting the kettle on his wood birning stove, he contemplated her words. Was he really in love with her? She had touched him, he didn’t deny it. But was it enough to call it love? He had actually merely thought of them as friends… or had he wanted more and now that she had a realistic prognosis of a full recovery, he was afraid, that she would realise that there were other, more pleasant and more entertaining options available?
His head was starting to hurt and he forced himself to stop this kind of thinking. He had spent too much time of his live with “what if”s and “if only”s and he would not fall back on that. He would deliver her safely to her parents and when she felt better he would offer her the divorce she would undoubtedly want by then. Yes, that was his plan. And this time he would stick to it and not be swayed by her beautiful eyes… so warm and promising… no, stop this. Enough. He should just make his tea and be grateful for what he had here. A peaceful and secluded existence. The very same he had always wished for. No he had it and he would not give it up. Bad enough that this little excursion had almost led to his discovery. Thankfully the Granger girl had been too busy to really follow the scent she had undoubtedly already taken up. What a contrast to when she was a child. She wouldn’t have let go back then. But life changed everybody and he knew the demands in a professional environment could dampen even the most enthusiastic spirits.
Sophie would be out cold until the evening. While the kettle was on the stove he went back into the living room and fetched a blanket to cover her with as well as conjuring a more comfortable pillow to rest her head on. As he was lifting her gently to put it under her head he gazed into her peaceful face. She really had trusted him. He had taken her into one of the little locked up gardens shared by the georgian, edwardian and victorian town houses in the more well off areas of London. There he had sat her down on a bench and had handed her a vial.She had taken it from his hand and had held it up against the light.
“So this is it, huh? This is going to take me back to Cornwall?”
He had snorted.
“No, this is merely going to make you sleep.”
“You still won’t tell me how we are going to get back?”
He had looked down at his hands which he had folded in his lap and remained silent.
“Will you ever be able to tell me?”
At that he had looked up straight into her eyes.
“Are you sure would really want to know?”
“Yes” she said with a smile as bright as the sun.
“Even if it meant that you might learn things about me you won’t like?”
She had laughed at that. Her beautiful, ringing laughter.
“And what things could that be?”
He had looked away again, feeling like she wasn’t appreciating the seriousness of the conversation.
“Sometimes there is more to people than you can tell on a first glance. We all have a past.”
“Exactly, we all do. And I will not judge you for having a past. I like the person you are now. And that will not be changed by events that took place in your past.”
“Are you so certain of that?”
“Yes.”
The simplicity of this answer had astonished him.
“Yes? What if it was something that you could not approve of because of … your faith for example?”
“Like what? I really can’t imagine what that could be. Give me an example.”
“Well, for example if you were to find out something about me of which your bible says it is forbidden”
Again she had laughed merrily.
“Sam, I really can’t think what that should be…”
He had looked away again. How was he to explain it? How could he make her understand without pushing her away?
“Never mind. It’s not so important. Maybe someday you will know… for now, suffice it to say that it will get us back to Cornwall fast and safe.”
Getting up on her feet she had moved to stand before him and had opened the vial. Without another word she had emptied it with one swift gulp and had handed it back to him empty. He had not expected her to act so suddenly and without another argument. So he had only just had time to catch her sleeping body before it had hit the ground. Silly girl. He had sat her down on the bench for a reason after all. But maybe she had thought it necessary after their conversation to prove that she trusted him.
And now she was here on his couch. Sleeping peacefully. Her face was not so swollen anymore. Her features were more defined again. He wondered what she would look like in a few weeks, when all the poison of the chemo and the magical treatment had left her system. Would she still want to know him then? Again he tried to shake off these thoughts. It wasn’t helping at all to be thinking like this.
He left her sleeping and retreated to his lab to do some work and wait for the polyjuice to wear off.
When dusk came he went to the bathroom and saw in the mirror that his normal self was back again. Why she had wanted this face back was beyond him.
He went into the sitting room and found her still sleeping. She should be awake by now, the dose of the sleeping draught had been measured for approximately five hours. Of course, her present condition could prolong the effects, as could her underweight. But all these things he had taken into account. He went over and used his wand to perform some simple diagnosis spells. Heartbeat and pulse were normal, brain activity also. He guessed she would wake up any moment now. He went back to the little kitchen area and made two cups of tea. By the time he had returned to the sitting room with the tray he found her blinking at him. He sat down in his comfy armchair and placed the cups on the coffee table in front of the couch. She sat up and turned to look at him.
“Are we back then?” she said yawning.
“We are indeed.” he said with a satisfied smirk on his face.
She stretched and heard the cracking of joints without feeling any pain. She was still perplexed by this. Happily she took up her cup and took a sip of the creamy brown liquid.
Shs felt it smoothness in her mouth and then swallowed it, savouring the light bitterness combined with the sweetness of the sugar and the barest hint of vanilla. Her eyes went wide.
“Wow, this must simply be the best tea I have ever had…what is it?”
Again he smiled, visibly pleased with himself.
“It’s a darjeeling. It took me a long time to find it. A rare mutation which grows on a secret plantation. The harvest is sold before it’s ready to be sold. It’s not easy to get hold of it.”
“But you do.”
“Yes, a very persuasive tea merchant procures it for me. He owes me a favour.”
She smiled at that. He was resourceful and obviously appreciated fine tasting things. She liked that.
She had a good look around. The interior of his cottage was simply furnished in light colours fitting with the sea views and the wall colours. She liked it a lot. IT was just as she would have furnished it.
They spent the time drinking their tea with more of the easy and meaningless chatter he had come to so enjoy. Then, when darkness was beginning to fall, he suggested to take her down to her parents. She couldn’t wait to tell them that the ordeal was all over now.
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