an honest mistake

A HariPo freeverse piece

by mew-tsubaki

Note: The Harry Potter characters belong to J.K. Rowling, not me. This pairing was discovered by me, so please gimme a little mention if you write them! Thanks! It is one of many of Mew and Mor's Weird Pairings, most of which you may find in Mor's and my forum, "Mew and Mor's Weird Pairings Fan Stories," found here (Just take out the spaces!): http : / forum. fanfiction. net/ forum /Mew_and_Mors_Weird_Pairings_Fan_Stories /76194 / Read, review, and enjoy! And check out and join the forum FUN!


In the !heat! of the night,
a witch walks home
(What's the use of flying?)
((She's too tired to Apparate))
(((If only someone would .c a r r y. her home)))

She doesn't quite care much
Her day has been as b-b-bla…n…d as the last
Even on a hot summer's night,
nothing will »penetrate« her icy exterior

[Because there's a difference between wanting to be ~carried~ home
&& not wanting aNyOnE to touch her]

Y'know, she didn't used to be an ice sculpture

But gone are the days of youth
Gone are the times of :)fun(: with Cho
Gone are the moments when all that mattered was waking up in a four-poster with
S • A • P • P • H • I • R • E
curtains, not

Ah, yes. Youth. ;)

Marietta sneaks (don't you laugh!) into the pub on the way home
.::one drink ought to do::.
And then… &&then…
A whisper

A whisper, a hello, a "how are you?"
&&a stranger has never seemed so
A little hard around the edges,
A bit gruff,
But handsome (nevertheless)

Clearly in her right mind (because she had one sip of her ¤firewhiskey¤ before he appeared),
she asks for one night
NO names
NO pasts
NO l o v e

[Because what's a girl supposed to do when her physical needs are the
things on her
« m i n d » ?]

Yet...things get
EeRiE 8D
when that breath—melds with hers too easily
when that touch—!knows! her body too well
when her reactions—*come* too quickly to his movements&&some unfamiliar object in her chest starts

¡Oh no!
It's déjà vu!
And all she sees are green, green curtains…
Never blue.

She wants to stay the morning
Hell, she want to sleep at night
it's just—too easy to fall asleep in these arms

[These arms that she knows and did know and if :}Lady Luck{: has her way will always make her know]

His f-r-i-n-g-e falls in his eyes
&&Mari is reminded of a time
when she looked into those ?traitorous? eyes
and said his name ("Graham!")

He breathes
-something inaudible at first-
But then her ears catch it…

b/"M A R I…"b/

. . .

Oh, revered Rowena!
How can she stay |now|?

How can she go?

It's agony, trying to fall zzzasleepzzz
But she does
&&though she NEVER wants to wake up to the dream?nightmare?
She does

But his eyes open at the ( ( dawn ) )
&&he watches her breathe

He knew it from second one
[and he was sorry he'd let her go in their school years]
But even if he's not going to mean much to her after tonight…

Graham Montague won't let her see this as a mistake
He's _not_ going to let her go
.::this time::.


Ah, how fun it is to write an FV when you're waiting for a class to start! So much for my first day of uni. ;P Hope you enjoyed this anyway; I'm think I might do even another one with them, hmmm… Prompts came from Morghen: nonchalant, sapphire, ice, & déjà vu. w00t, they were a help! …I just realized—I wrote this almost exactly a year after the first Mariettague! :+

Thanks for reading and please review!

-mew-tsubaki ;)