|Carols of Christmas: A Dickensian Tale
Author: Hobbit4Lyfe PM
A prequel to/sequel to Charles Dickens' A Christmas Carol. This is a Stardust-Harry Potter-Lord of the Rings-Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy movie crossover. Chapters aren't in chronological order. I do not own the song lyrics used in this story. First-person recountings set in August of 2009. Please review.Rated: Fiction M - English - Supernatural/Hurt/Comfort - Bob Cratchet & Ghost of Past - Chapters: 38 - Words: 9,312 - Reviews: 8 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 04-06-13 - Published: 08-17-09 - id: 5310084
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Moving in silence,
Feel the rush,
Hold me down.
Is this too real,
What you're feeling now?
I didn't really realize I was in love until sometime during my sixth year at Hogwarts. Even then, it caught me by surprise.
It started off… rather awkwardly. It was actually a bit embarrassing for a while.
Even though my friend Drogo was supposed to set a good example as a school prefect, he would sometimes sneak me and our friends into the prefects-only bathroom. At the time, I didn't think that would be significant. Not that one night.
About three-quarters of the way through the year, Drogo got me into the prefects' room. When I wasn't paying attention, he slipped away. I should've realized that was a red flag.
Completely oblivious to that fact, I began to bathe.
Then I heard someone else come in. Hiding in a mound of bubbles, I tried to see who it was without being seen myself.
I didn't know what freaked me out more, the fact that it was a girl, Drogo's sister, Dora, or the fact that she probably noticed I'd left my clothes out in the open like an idiot.
It sounds weird when I say it to myself, but I couldn't turn away when she undressed. I froze.
I saw her slip into the water. By the time I brought myself to duck under the water to swim away and climb out of the bath, she was right up to me.
We both came up for air and panicked. It was extremely awkward, the situation we were in. We freaked out as we got out and went to the regular bathrooms to pretend like nothing had happened.
We never told anyone about our relationship. We especially didn't want Drogo to know. I was worried he'd hate me, since I thought his best friend dating his sister would upset him. Dora was worried about being his sister and dating his best friend.
This irrational fear led to two important decisions: Dora and I eloped: I would've wanted Drogo to be my best man in normal circumstances. And I let Dora convince me to give our son up.
I say that this fear was irrational because, years later, when Drogo and I both visited my nephew in the hospital that one summer, Drogo told me he was the one to set me up with his sister. He'd tricked us both into thinking we'd be alone that one night.