Story of A Goddess




Elisha
Harmony
Personal
directioner
fiction

A painful Harmonious Christmas rant.

Okay, I know that a lot of all the sweet stuff happens to our favorite ship in the winter season. If not in the books, in the movies - made possible by the biggest harmony shipper ever, the unholy harmony trinity -  but I am not going to be blind-sided by the sweetness of it all because NO. Harry and Hermione may be the sweetest and they shared a moment in Godric’s Hollow night of Christmas Eve, but that will never ever ever EVER beat the misery and -if you are a tinhatter (just learned this term a few days ago) like me- the unconditional love that is Christmas morning. 

Yeah THIS:

sure fine its sweet. They cried they hugged, they held onto each other, they wished each other ‘Merry Christmas’ but you guys fucking forgot the biggest plotline. You guys forgot the fucking snake.

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He can’t have her.

She was beautiful. Her brown locks falling over her shoulders as she leaned over the table to feed herself cereal. The corner of her eyes crinkling as she smiled - her pink lips tugged at both ends to reveal her pearly whites. Laughing at something Luna was saying. Molten chocolate eyes twinkling, her flawless skin glowing under the sunlight that escaped through the large windows at the Great Hall. 

She was beautiful. 

He wanted her, he knew that now. He couldn’t push aside those feelings anymore. No longer in denial. It was not just infatuation. All his attention towards that girl with curly brown hair with brown orbs as eyes. But then another boy of 16 with flaming red hair sat next to her and smiled at her as though she was his everything. Harry halted in his steps. 

Yes. She was beautiful. No. He couldn’t have her.

Breakfast seemed no longer palatable. With that, he turned around and walked out of the large doors. Missing the pair of brown eyes watching him leave. The same pair that he was watching just a few moments ago. The twinkle in her eyes dimming to a dull note.

Harmony feels are back.


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He twisted his keys and swung the door open. Heavily. College can be so tiring. Shutting the door swiftly, Kyle leaned his forehead against the smooth wood. He tried to breathe all the tiredness out. “If only things were that simple”, he thought to himself. That’s when he heard a soft whimper from his living room….

Lying there, on his very couch was a lady cocooned in think quilts in front of the fireplace. A now-cold, hot chocolate on the small console and a familiar children’s book lay open about a wizard with a lightning shaped scar. Lying there on his couch was her. Her black curls fanning out over the haphazardly placed cushions. She was sleeping. Peacefully. He stared at her. Not believing that she was finally here. With him.

"I’m here to see you, stupid" she had said nonchalantly, when he gaped at her. Mouth wide oblivious to onlookers at the airport. (He thought the text was a joke.) It was as though they have been seeing each other every day since they were in diapers. As though their conversations over the web was never an issue. As though this was NOT their first time meeting each other.

Just like that, all his exhaustion was wiped away and he was smiling to himself and leaning over the couch to breathe her in. Filling his lungs with her scent. 

"I guess things CAN be that simple" he said to himself. It was a whisper against the nape of her neck and this woke her. 

"Hey" she said. Her eyes glazed and her accent thick with slumber. He didn’t wait to see her reemerge through the layers of stupor to finally be awake. He leaned out and brushed his lips against her instead. He was rewarded with a contented sigh. Her warm breath caressing his tingling skin. Kyle wrapped his arms around her smaller frame and held her there. Tightly. She felt like smoke. Easily slipping through his fingers if he’s not careful. They stayed there for what felt like hours until both of them were consumed by sleep.

When he woke up, Kyle was on his bed. Alone. His heart heavy and hollow at the same time. Disoriented. Her warmth was haunting. She had felt so real.

She had all been a dream.

Your dream, Kyle.

xoxo

Eli


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insynchlikeharmony:

artemistory:

A drabble for Kyle.

“Stop squirming, I can’t see you”

“Well, it’s not my fault your internet is slow and you’re seeing me in grainy webcam videos.” Kyle retorted back.

“Be grateful I even have time for this video chat. I have work to do. Night shift’s a pain. Patient’s crashing, emergency surgeries and ugh.. I’m getting a brain hemorrhage here” putting her hands in her messy hair, covering up her tanned face. Elisha dropped her head onto the table. Shaking his vision of her.

“Hey, look up. I already have limited time. Look at me. Let me see your pretty face.” Kyle’s voice softened coming closer to the screen as though he could smell her scent. He doesn’t even know what she smells like. She could smell like garbage for all he cares and he’ll still love it.

“I look horrible” defeat, heavy in her tone. Nevertheless, she looked straight at her webcam. Attempting a lopsided grin at the dimly lit device.

“You look beautiful”, he almost whispered. As though saying it to himself.

”..and you’re biased. I have to go now”, she hid her blush by busying herself with the loose scrubs that she wore.

“Okay….”, he said absentmindedly. He was still staring at her every move. Drinking it all up. Because he won’t be able to get another video chat with her until- indefinitely.

She stopped moving and shifted really close to her laptop. The LED lights illuminating her face from below. Casting a soft warm glow to her imperfect features.

“I miss you, Kyle” and with that she swiftly switched off her camera without waiting for a reply. The door slammed shut in haste and her laptop was in the process of shutting down.

Kyle stared at his blank laptop screen. Elisha’s face already imprinted at the back of his eyelids. He continued to stare like she was still there. As though her image lingered. She likes to do that. Ending a certain conversation briefly - without a goodbye. ‘Goodbyes are stupid’, she had once said. And Kyle agrees with her.

“I miss you too, Eli”

MY HEART RATE IS AT 140 i kid you not…. The story actually sounds good in your voice! It sounded like crap when I wrote it down. I’m in tears.Your voice is so beautiful - loving that lazy drawl you have there - and you said my name right! ASKDFHALSKDJFHALSKDJFHALSDKFJH

I love you my American Boii!!! *hugs and kisses*

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A drabble for Kyle.

"Stop squirming, I can’t see you"

"Well, it’s not my fault your internet is slow and you’re seeing me in grainy webcam videos." Kyle retorted back.

"Be grateful I even have time for this video chat. I have work to do. Night shift’s a pain. Patient’s crashing, emergency surgeries and ugh.. I’m getting a brain hemorrhage here" putting her hands in her messy hair, covering up her tanned face. Elisha dropped her head onto the table. Shaking his vision of her.

"Hey, look up. I already have limited time. Look at me. Let me see your pretty face." Kyle’s voice softened coming closer to the screen as though he could smell her scent. He doesn’t even know what she smells like. She could smell like garbage for all he cares and he’ll still love it.

"I look horrible" defeat, heavy in her tone. Nevertheless, she looked straight at her webcam. Attempting a lopsided grin at the dimly lit device.

"You look beautiful", he almost whispered. As though saying it to himself.

”..and you’re biased. I have to go now”, she hid her blush by busying herself with the loose scrubs that she wore.

"Okay….", he said absentmindedly. He was still staring at her every move. Drinking it all up. Because he won’t be able to get another video chat with her until- indefinitely.

She stopped moving and shifted really close to her laptop. The LED lights illuminating her face from below. Casting a soft warm glow to her imperfect features.

"I miss you, Kyle" and with that she swiftly switched off her camera without waiting for a reply. The door slammed shut in haste and her laptop was in the process of shutting down.

Kyle stared at his blank laptop screen. Elisha’s face already imprinted at the back of his eyelids. He continued to stare like she was still there. As though her image lingered. She likes to do that. Ending a certain conversation briefly - without a goodbye. ‘Goodbyes are stupid’, she had once said. And Kyle agrees with her.

"I miss you too, Eli"

What am I doing with my life? I have to go take a nap before my night shift now. Hope you like the drabble Kyle.


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Harmony drabble: We Resemble Cutlery.

This is for Kyle because spooning is our thing and you called dibs on it.

She sneaked across the room where Harry was sleeping, curled up in a ball on his late godfather’s majestic yet worn bed. Hermione stood in front of him and the corners of her mouth twitched in sadness. Lying in a painful fetal position, Harry had his hand around a torn scrap of parchment in a tight fist. His mother’s letter. The one without the signature. Hermione watched him closely and could see the tear tracks staining his pale cheeks. She let out a small sigh. Hermione knew Harry would isolate himself the minute he found that letter. She understood why. That would be exactly what she would have done if she were to be in his place. As of right now, she’d do anything to have a little remnant of her parents too because they’re currently in Australia with no recollection of having a daughter….

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Preview of an ongoing drabble.

Remember this drabble? Yea I’ve thought of a continuation story for it. Was writing it on my phone while following my parents around town for errands.

Here’s a preview:

She was beautiful.

Her brown locks falling over her shoulders as she leaned over the table to feed herself cereal. The corner of her eyes crinkling as she smiled - her pink lips tugged at both ends to reveal her pearly whites. Laughing at something Luna was saying. Molten chocolate eyes twinkling, her flawless skin glowing under the sunlight that escaped through the large windows at the Great Hall.

She was beautiful.

He wanted her, he knew that now. He couldn’t push aside those feelings anymore. No longer in denial. It was not just infatuation. All his attention towards that girl with curly brown hair with brown orbs as eyes. But then another boy of 16 with flaming red hair sat next to her and smiled at her as though she was his everything. Harry halted in his steps.

Yes. She was beautiful. No. He couldn’t have her.

Interested?


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A crappy Harmony drabble….

I don’t know. I haven’t written anything in awhile and had lots of feelings tonight….

Harry curled up on his four poster bed. All he could feel was pain and heaviness in his chest. Dry sobs was echoing loudly in his empty dormitory. The rest of the boys had taken the liberty to sleep elsewhere to give him space. His hands were clutching the front of his pajamas as though literally wanting to tug at his heart. He couldn’t feel anything. The hollow sound of his beating heart deafened him when all he wanted was the beating to stop. To end it all. 

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Harmony drabble preview.

…A large part of his agony was not due to the fact that he could not be able to live with the escapee from Azkaban, his godfather. It was due to the fact that he might not be able to see a certain pair of brown eyes anymore. He might not be able to hear her stern voice. He might never get to touch her soft skin. Because Hermione was currently, lying in hospital wing. She hasn’t regained consciousness after that blasted purple spell hit her chest. And that was why Harry was slumped in a heap of mess. Tears streaming down his face. He was just using Sirius as an excuse to act this way. He was crying for the love of his life.

The most painful part of all this is that she doesn’t even know it….


Should I continue….? 


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Harmony bits.

'Harry Potter, give me my wand'

Harry backed away from the eclectic looking Hermione. Her brown hair back to being bushy and almost-electrical now that Ron is back from isolation to annoy the crap out of her. That’s my girl.

Pushing the intricately carved wooden stick deeper into his pocket, he masked his face with innocence.

'I don't have it!' Taking backward steps, crunching a few twigs and dried leaves a long the way. His foot hit tree roots as his back bumped slightly against a tree trunk. Shit. I need to get out of her way. She’s walking with a slight sway. What a tease! I don’t need another wood in my pants.


Hermione stalked him like a prey. Walking slowly towards him with a smirk on her face. She noticed the quick movements of Harry’s hand in an attempt to hide her damn wand. She needs it so she can curse Ron to hell and back. How dare he leave Harry and her! When they needed him the most! Out of jealousy! Now that she thought about it, it was ridiculous. There’s a reason why she chose to stay. A reason why her protective bubble charm shield Harry and herself against Ron. Why she accepted the dance while they were left alone together in a tent. She regretted not kissing him then. She should have. Perfect moment. Hermione, you’re an idiot sometimes. Brightest witch of her age, my ass.

Harry waited till the last second - before Hermione pounced on him towards his pocket. Too close. He side-stepped her and whirled around as though dodging a bludger. Swiftly, he faced her and stretched out his arms at the sides of her head. He was breathing heavily. He hasn’t moved that fast since Godric Hollow. Hermione huffed out a breath. Harry could feel it against his cheek. 

'If you want your wand back, say please' his voice dropped an octave. Deep and husky. Thick with sudden desire. His eyes shifted to look at her slightly opened mouth. Hermione licked her now dry lips.

'Please'. Nothing above a whisper was what she said. She was feelings warm in places that she shouldn't but she couldn't help it.

'Please what?' Harry regarded her with an amused look.

Mind buzzing Hermione let her body take in control of her mind.

'Please, kiss me', she let it slip. Not realizing the consequences.

Harry looked down on her once more and took a deep breath. The faint vanilla scent clings to her soft brown curls. Her once icy cold stare turns to molten chocolate through half-closed eyes. Harry inched closer till they were practically sharing the other’s breath. He hesitated to give Hermione some space. To think about it first. Hermione took a milisecond to react. She met his parted lips halfway.

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Ron just stood there rooted to his spot. His two bestfriends were having a go at it. Harry’s arms were encircling Hermione’s body tight as though wanting to imprint her on him. She had her hand in his hair and the other clutching to his sweater. The kiss was so intense that Ron knew this was the dam that broke. He was angry at their build-up tension that he was misunderstood as being jealous. The corners of Ron’s lips tugged upwards as he turns around and walked towards the tent. Away from the two love birds. Having broken the kiss, they now stare into each other’s eyes as though they were not runaways, searching for horcruxes, trying to save their lives and the rest of the world. Ron was going to let them have this moment. There is no way in telling when the next one will come.

About damn time.

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I’m procrastinating again. FML

xoxo

Elisha


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