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In Love and War	By : TheLadyFeylene Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 1489 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-In Love and War
- 2-II
- 3-III
- 4-IV
- 5-V
- 6-VI
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: We switch view points back to the original! I'm switching back and forth, each chapter. Still no one but my wife has guessed correctly. :-) S So to Astrid...I'd suggest you stop reading now...

In Love and War
III

I could bloody kill him! Me, I figure an alarm would be you know, a timed lumos spell. Something like that. Not a screaming, piercing alarm sound! I wake up feeling like someone just drove their wand through my ears. And it's not pleasant. And he just yawns and flicks his wand, and off goes the spell.

"You're sadistic." I tell him, frowning.

"I'd rather not oversleep." He says, evenly.

This is amazing. We're still kind of tangled up together, and he's the first thing I see when I wake up. I can die happy now. It's morning-way too early for my tastes, and here he is. He looks good in the morning. He's all mussed. I never get to see him all mussed up during the day.

"I can't imagine you oversleeping." I tell him, and I roll over so my back's pressed against his chest. He puts one hand on my arm, sort of nervous like. That's fine. He's not the touchy feely type, I know this. It's fine. It's not a big deal.

"We need to get up." He tells me, as he climbs out of bed. I just lay there, watching him. He shoots me a rather drity look and throws on a robe.

"Just admiring the view!" I wink at him and he shakes his head.

"Seriousness today. Please." He asks me like he'd be asking a little kid. I sigh, and I roll out of bed as well. I hate waking up. The whole process of no longer being wrapped in my fuzzy cocoon of sleep is a bitch. But once I'm up, I'm up. And believe me, now I'm up.

We shower, and he ignores any attempt I make to rouse some of that amazing passion I saw last night. He keeps reminding me how important this is, and how I have to stay focused. Please! I know what I'm doing. What happened, before, wasn't my fault. Our information was crap. I did what I was supposed to do, and yeah, I barely got out of there with my hide intact.

This is different. This time, nothing can go wrong. But he's always like this. So careful, so meticulous....comes with the territory. That's why he's so damn good at what he does. Me, I don't have the patience and I don't pretend to. Love watching him though. Love the way he frowns when he's working on something hard, the way his fingers move. He's got amazing fingers.

"We need to gather out supplies."

We're both dressed now, and he's frowning at a little bit of parchment in his hands. I peer over his shoulder, and he shoos me away. It's just a list of stuff we need.

"It's wicked early!" I complain, and he just narrows his eyes at me.

"Regardless of the fact that we aren't moving until the night, we had best get ourselves prepared immediately."

"You have got to relax." I put my hands on his hips, and he just sighs. "I mean it. You're too uptight. Everything's going to be fine."

"As long as we are both alert and prepared." He leans his head against mine though, and we share a pretty sweet moment. Maybe he is really worried. I can't tell. I can never tell what he's feeling, or what he's thinking.

"Yeah, yeah yeah." I let go of him, but I kiss him real quick before hand. He gets this funny look on his face for a second, but it's gone as soon as I see it. Weird, but oh well. I'll ask him about it later. I get the feeling if I mention anything other then our impending mission I'm going to get my arse kicked.

"Come on." He turns away very quickly. It's almost like he's pissed. But he was fine last night. Stupid mood swings, they piss me off.

I follow after him, though. I would anyway, but I've got no choice. We have to see some people, to get everything we need. We *do* have to be careful, we're sneaking into a heavily warded area. That's why I'm going. I'm a damn god at curse breaking (and setting) and I can identify the handful of traps we don't know specifics on. And he's going because he's trusted, and he's quick and good at getting in and out of places.

We make a damn good team, really. Always have, always will.

He does all the talking. He's got a way with words, and he can hold his temper better then I can. Which turns out is a good thing. So much for nothing going wrong.

"We were promised at least one invisibility cloak."

His voice is quiet, and I know that tone. He's not happy. We were supposed to have the cloaks. A failsafe. A 'just in case' measure. And it looks like we don't.

"M sorry, sir, but we canna give yeh what we donna have." The elder man-who's name I don't know-shrugs apologetically.

"Fine. This matter will be taken up with higher authorities." He glares at the old man, and then turns real quick on his heel. I just scoff, and follow after him.

"We don't need them..." I day, cautiously. He whirls around, black eyes blazing.

"It is not a matter of need!"

"Hey, calm down! No one's going to be there...."

"It does not matter." He takes a deep breath, like he's trying to calm himself down. "We were told we would have them."

"Things happen." I shrug. It doesn't matter to me. They're bothersome things anyway. I always trip over them, and forget I'm wearing one.

"They should not. Not with something of this magnitude." He frowns, and folds his arms. "This does not bode well."

"Oh for crying out loud!" I shake my head. He's absolutely impossible, he really is. But I love him, so it's okay. "It's one little thing."

"Haven't you heard the saying? 'Trouble has three faces'. This is simply the first."

"Everything's going to be fine." I parrot his words back at him. "Come on...we've got to go over those defenses once more."

"They are quite complex."

"I know." Why he feels the need to state this, I don't know. He's pissed over this stupid cloak thing. But we go to the library, and he pulls out all the scrolls. He's going to go over it with me again. In case I've forgotten since last night.

"There's an audvigolious ward around the door we will be using." He narrows his eyes at me. "It is an advanced form of..."

"I can break it in my sleep!"

"And the conspectus charm?"

"Piece of cake." They might as well gift wrap those plans for us!

"The ensiscaria?" He raises an eyebrow.

"I've studied it, I've practiced it." I assure him. It's the only one I'm a little shaky on. It's a hell of a curse...slices you right in two. Damn good for a ward, though. It's tricky to break, but I'm up to it.

"Practice again." His tone is dark. It just takes one damn thing to set him off, doesn't it? He casts the curse, and I spend the next two hours breaking it, over and over again. He doesn't look satisfied.

"Look, I've done it about fifty times!" I'm getting agitated, and that's not good at all.

"Yes, you have." He sighs, and rubs the bridge of his nose. A headache. Brilliant.

"Look...you take something for your head, and I’m gonna calm down, and we're gonna do this." I tell him. "And we're going to be celebrated, and they're going to be reading about us in the history books ten years from now!"

"And they had best spell our names right."

"They will." I smile. We're going to be fucking heroes, after tonight. I tell you, it's true. In ten or fifteen years, there's not gonna be a kid in our world who doesn't know our names. We'll be fucking war heroes. We'll probably get a statue. How awesome is that? A statue!

"But I believe we should take your advice." He stands up, and now he's rubbing his temples. It's a Bad Headache. Yeah, we can't do this if he's got one of those.

"Come on...I'll give you a back rub."

He just looks at me for a minute, and then he nods. We head back to his rooms-which I'm determined to make into our rooms-and he sinks down onto the bed.

"Do what you must, as long as it's gone by the time we leave."

"Then take off your shirt, and lay down." I grin at the way he looks at me. Sort of outraged, and then just prim. He strips off his shirt, and lays down on his stomach. I straddle his hips, and I behave. I want to roll him over and kiss him and have another round of amazing sex, but that's not going to help his head. So I just work on his back. He's silent. Creepily so.

"Better?" I ask him, after a while. He nods, at least I think it's a nod. It's hard to tell. I keep up though. We've got the time. "Hey..." I ask.

"Mmm?"

"What do you plan on doing, when we've won?"

"I've no idea." He sighs, and looks over his shoulder at me. "What do *you* want to do?"

"I dunno. Play Quidditch professional, maybe. Course, ten you'd have to travel with me..."

"I've no desire to travel."

"Aw, shatter my dreams." I lay down over him, and it feels good. I love this whole new dynamic to our relationship. "So what would you rather we do?"

"I've no idea. I've considered perhaps an apothecary."

"We have simple dreams....we're going to be rich beyond our wildest dreams." I realize this suddenly. I mean, that's why we're here. "We can...get a huge house, and stay in bed all day..."

"That would get boring." He points out.

"Well, fine. I'll have my own Quidditch stadium and you can have....a huge desk with lots of beakers and caskets and vials and thing."

"Vials and things?" I can practically hear his eyebrow going up. "It warms my heart, knowing how much pay pay attention to what I do."

"You do things with vials." I shrug. There ends my knowledge of his craft. "But it sounds pretty damn good, doesn't it?"

"Mmm." He rolls over under me, and I love him on his back. "Yes, it's a rather appealing ideal."

"And we're going to have it." I kiss him. How can I not, when he's under me with his hair spread over the pillow and his lips sort of parted. He closes his eyes when I kiss him.

"As long as you stay focused..."

I know he's teasing now. He rarely does it, and I love it when he does. I just laugh, and kiss him again, and we end up all tangled together and breathing heavily.

We manage to kill time, though. And now it's time to go.
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