zippityfeets (zippityfeets) wrote in padfoot_prongs, @ 2007-08-08 00:47:00 |
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SiriusXJames
Drabble: Fever
Author: Zippityfeets
Rating: Innocent
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I earn nothing. JKR owns all.
Word Count: 100.
Summary: Coming in from the cold.
You stagger in the snow.
“Cold, Jamie,” your voice whispers, nearly carried away by the howling of the wind. James’ arm immediately tightens around you, pulling you under his cloak. He’s warm and solid; tears mist your eyes, sudden in this swirling cold.
Burning.
It isn’t right, you shouldn’t be burning. Not in this blizzard. Fever? One last sane thought disturbs your growing desire to lie down in the snow. James is practically carrying you now. But you’re light, worn with care and worry. Not a burden. And then the castle magically appears, and you stagger over the threshold together.