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bossymarmalade) wrote2002-09-25 01:46 pm
little boys love candy
The wee sister (that's ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif){kind=small}
glockgal, to those who don't know) wrote me Harry Potter/Nelly.
Candie
They run to the most autumn part of the Hogwarts fields and Harry watches the new boy. The boy looks around but he tries not to look impressed. He's overwhelmed. It's biting cold, but then he wants to be outside. Harry has to follow, because he wasn't finished. Harry follows, then he leads, dragging the new boy along to this corner-edge of the forest, where the red and browns and yellows and greens swirl around their feet and make the wind less gnawing. Harry understands the craving, so he never says anything. But he still isn't finished.
He leans in and adjusts the other boy's robes.
"you look good like this, in uniform"
"naahw, white boy"
Harry giggles as definitions of race slide off his sheltered skin, meaningless and amusing.
The boy pushes against Harry, backing him deeper into the forest where it is darker and moist.
Hushed giggles intensify after they lean their wands close to it and they whisper "firos" together and it comes alight and pungent grassy smoke filters out between hidden hands.
He inhales deeply, sucking in his memories and his life before this. Exhale. Looking polite, Harry coughs, tiny and reserved. Harry then crouches down, arcing his legs to form a makeshift robe hammock. The new boy licks his lips and watches, feeling passive, absorbing the blackness of Harry's hair, the shadow against Harry's robes. The slender white of Harry's fingers, like darting fish.
Candy beans spill out between Harry's legs, caught in the makeshift hammock.
"i'll find you a delicious one"
"none'll taste like spliff, y'know what I'm sayin'?"
Harry nods but doesn't understand and selects one anyways that he knows will taste like candied apple. It might have tasted like engine oil, but he knows this one has to be candied apple. The boy pulls Harry up to his feet.
"candy benz," he whispers and Harry pushes the flavoured bean against his dark lips.
"mmm"
"what about your crew, yo"
"they like you"
"fuck that"
Harry flinches wonders why the new boy likes him. He never talks to anyone else. Two months and he still talks to no one. But Harry is exclusive. He calls Harry "VIP". Harry loves it.
"try out for quidditch"
The boy presses his toes into the jelly beans strewn on the soft mossy ground. Regret. He closes his mouth over paper and plant and shakes his head. Deep inhale. Harry starts to giggle again. The new boy smiles and this time it finally reaches his dark tilted eyes.
"i want more candy."
Harry feels sweet.
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Feel free to leave feedback, if you're so inclined. I'll make sure she gets it.
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I wish I could say more than that, but my brain doesn't seem to want to work today. I really liked it though.
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I'm so glad it worked well enuf though. *giggles retardedly*
Thank you!
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but your sister. bonified craz-eee.
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Oh, have fear babe. You're next on my list of targets.
*evil bonified craz-eee laugh*
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This was great. I think the fact that they talk so differently from one another is a big part of the appeal.
Candy benz. Heh.
I agree with
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Ta! *hug*
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