I'm feeling brave...

Yet again I'm not coming home next weekend. I'm spending the weekend at my aunties and I'm going to see Bridget Jones on the Friday after so I won't be around until a week on Saturday. *However* it's my 16th birthday a week on Wednesday (the day after bliccy so the next time I speak to most of you guys I'll be legally able to buy cigarettes, play the lottery and have sex (not that that'll be happening anytime soon).So as a parting gift (or something) I'm actually gonna let you guys see some of my drabbles which is kinda scary. They're all HP because this fandom (and angst) owns me...Overactive - R/HrShe had wanted to be here with him but now she wasn’t so sure.Her face was wiped of emotion but her mind had ceased to stop since she’d gotten here. It’d been a week since it happened, they hadn’t spoken since but now she could see that it was about to happen again.His eyes bore into hers and she simply nodded. He took his time carefully planning his move and then slowly edged towards her. His freckled cheeks and oversized hands were just centimetres away from hers. She closed her eyes and tried to blank everything but him.~Despite Aching - R/HrHer sweaty form clung to the bed sheets; her feet spilled out over the mattress; her hair was splayed across the pillow. It was only now she realised how much her body ached – strain pulled on muscles even she hadn’t realised existed.She risked the orange glare so she could take in her surroundings. She could sense the posters following her around the room. She realised that they weren’t the only eyes watching her.She rolled over until her face was inches from his. She couldn’t help but smile despite her aching body.He looked so beautiful in the morning.~Incorruptible - H/GHe was completely incorruptible. He was angry sometimes and he wasn’t completely naïve or innocent but he was incorruptible. And she found it infuriating.She wished that just for once he’d forget that she was his best friend’s sister. She was fed up of being careful to make sure that Ron didn’t catch them; it was hardly as if he and Hermione were discrete, and she wanted to have Harry all to herself. Just Harry. Not everything else that went with him.She didn’t know if it’d happen tonight but some day she’d corrupt him. Even if just a little.~No Words - H/GThere had been no words at the end.He knew what was coming before she had spoken. Her mascara stained cheeks and bloodshot eyes said everything.She reached up to him, her mouth dangerously close to his ear but she decided against that. Slowly she traced the gentle contours of his face - bruised and broken he flinched at her touch.She kissed him with everything she had left, until she could take it no more. They broke apart and he watched another mascara trail form down the side of her face.And with that he let her walk away.~And a OC WP because these people are too pretty.8x6Don't de-friend me while I'm away and you can always email!