Being alone is not my song

[harriet jones]

Was it possible that Camilla was even prettier with her hair soaking, blinking rain from her eyes? The fun and romance of the moment enhancing her already stunning features? Harriet was utterly captivated by this beautiful woman now. Her every word and every step made the the brunette's heart beat just that much faster right now. It made her eyes that much brighter. She was almost oblivious to the rain soaking her as she moved with the other woman so close, and took in her lovely features, her smile felt like it was permanent now. Like nothing could ruin this moment. Sometimes, it was obvious when a moment would be one that would be remembered forever, and this would be one of the moment Harriet would remember for the rest of her life.

What did Harriet want it to be. She knew, but did she know how to put words to it? Could she just say it bluntly... She could but did that get the point across? She couldn't find the poetry in her heart to tell her how she wanted. She watched the other in near silence for a moment before she settled on how she wanted to do this in classic tango style she twirled the other out, under her arm and dipped her low the rain pouring over them both. On an impulse she kissed the young healer-to-be once more before she she finally confessed it.

"I love you." She said simply. "I love you." She repeated almost surprised she had found the words. "This feels so right, and I want it to be whatever it's going to be." She said softly. She knew she didn't see it ending any time soon, she saw it becoming something passionate, and serious, but she wasn't certain Cam wanted the same.

[camilla evans - jones]

And while you are sitting indoors
waiting for the storm to pass
I will be outside dancing in the rain

❧

All her life there was one thing that Camilla wanted more than anything and that was to be loved. The feeling of someone touching your skin in a way that made your skin feel like it has been set on fire. Camilla didn’t even feel the rain anymore, all she felt was the love for Harriet getting strong within every single heartbeat. Her fingers gently stroked a lock of Harriet’s hair away from her forehead and her eyes never left hers.

For a moment her heart felt like it stopped. Did Harriet really say those three words that changed every person’s life. Camilla never thought she’d be in love like this, that she’d feel the words that came out of Harriet’s mouth. “I love you too.” It felt good to tell Harriet how she felt. She felt like a big amount of weight fell off her shoulders.

Camilla started to feel the cold go through her shirt to her skin and from her skin to her bones. “I do too but maybe inside now?” she said shivering a bit. 

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[harriet jones]

"Inside sounds good." Harriet managed softly, as the lovely blonde brushed back a lock of Harriet's dripping hair. She agreed that it was time to head back inside after that one dance. Cold, and wet but triumphant. She felt better now than she had in a long time, This had topped being named captain of her team. Honestly this would have topped hoisting the quidditch world cup above her head. Harriet made her way back inside with her... Girlfriend. Despite the cold rain chilling her, that thought, the fact that word could be applied to Camilla warmed her up inside.

Once the pair were out of the wet and away from muggle eyes, Harriet once again drew her wand and with a wave began to warm and dry their clothing and skin. She began with Cam first, ever chivalrous and caring. It didn't matter if it was something as simple as drying wet clothing, or as complicated as consoling someone who had lost a relative. Camilla came first. That had been true for a while now, but it was lovely to finally be able to be open about the reason. To have finally confessed her feelings to the other woman.

She waved her wand over herself next almost like a hand held metal detector in motion, and the clothing dried instantly it felt warm and comfortable against cold skin. Sliding off her now pristine jacket she offered it to Cam. "Here. If you're still cold." She purred to the other gently, as she simply stood for a moment, wondering what came next? Grand romantic confessions of love were one thing... but how did you follow something like that?

[camilla evans - jones]

And while you are sitting indoors
waiting for the storm to pass
I will be outside dancing in the rain

❧

Inside felt good, felt warm as Camilla and Harriet walked back into her little home. The house used to belong to her grandparents before it became her parental home and now it is hers. The hallway was small and when two people were in there it would feel crowded. The living room was very light as Camilla did not have much furniture and sold most of the things it had a comfortable couch and a coffee table with a view on the TV.

The blonde’s kitchen was clean but the old wooden look was still all over the home. It had no fireplace, Camilla liked her privacy. The warmth coming from Harriet’s wand felt nice drying Camilla’s and her own clothes. “Thank you.” She gladly took the jacket, taking in Harriet’s scent coming from the warm fabric covering her shoulders and arms.

Camilla guided her into the living room and grabbed blankets from the basket beside her couch. The blonde always loved to just snuggle and watch a simple movie until falling asleep. “Would you like to watch a movie with blankets?” she held a blanket out for Harriet before settling down on the couch. Camilla had a girlfriend.. it felt good.

“Can I come to your game next week?”

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[harriet jones]

Harriet took in the cozy home. She had always liked visiting here. The fact it was on the small side had never bothered her. She had shared a small house with a large family before so this apartment was very comfortable for her. In fact it was nice that it was small and allowed her to stay close to her partner. She felt at home in places like this and even moreso being here with Camilla. The relationship may have been new, but as long as Harriet had known the slightly older girl, Cam had a remarkable knack for helping her stay comfortable.

"I'd love that." Harriet told her lady love, gently. in response to the girl's suggestion of just watching a movie. Harriet had only ever seen a small handful of muggle movies. Once she had confunded the usher at a cinema so that she could get into a movie despite her lack of muggle money, the others times had been incidental, visiting with muggleborn friends, or elsewise just people with a fondness for muggle entertainment. Harriet found the whole thing pretty fascinating, truth be told. The fact she was going to share it with her girlfriend made it even better.

Harriet accepted the blanket with a warm, loving smile, and made her way to the couch. It was going to be cozy, snuggling up with Cam here, but that was perfect for Harriet. Any excuse to be close to her girlfriend was one she was going to take today. Not only was there a new budding relationship here, but Harriet didn't doubt that Cam still neeeded company and companionship, Good things didn't erase the bad and her poor girlfriend was mourning. That's when she heard Cam's question. She grinned brightly at that, not that she hadn't been all smiles for a while now.

"I'd love to have you there... But is it something you'll actually enjoy? You never struck me as a big quiditch girl." She said surprised and happy. As the other joined her Harried engulfed her in arms and blankets, cuddling her close, savouring being there with her. "I might even publicly dedicate the match to you." She said obviously teasing her seemingly very private girlfriend, before giving her a playful peck on the cheek.

[camilla evans - jones]

And while you are sitting indoors
waiting for the storm to pass
I will be outside dancing in the rain

❧

There was a nice feeling to the idea of watching a good movie while cuddling up with the person you love on a couch full with pillows and blankets. Whatever caused that feeling made Camilla a happy person. The blonde sank down on the wooden floor, her knees softly touching it as she grabbed a handful of movie cases. Camilla picked out a cheesy romance movie and slid the dvd into the player.

The blonde slowly rose up from the floor making her way to join Harriet on the couch snuggling up to her all warm and safe. Of course the admitting love part of Harriet’s visit made Camilla feel over the moon but in the end her family was still completely gone.

“I like the sport actually. My father played remember?” Camilla used to watch him but she herself was too clumsy to stay on a broom for longer than two seconds without help. Camilla’s cheeks flushed red, her head shaking lightly. “All the jealous girls.” She would have been a jealous girl if Harriet was seeing someone else.

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[harriet jones]

"So he did." She said with a nod recalling now as the movie began, and she watched in fascination. "I guess it's hard to remember everything when you're still struggling to understand how you got so lucky to start with." she said. The compliment was shamelessly cheesey and playful but Harriet meant it. She was thrilled, and in her eagerness a detail had slipped her mind. She ran a hand gently through the other's blonde hair as she listened. All the jealous girls? Would women actually be jealous of someone just for being with Harriet? She was still just... Harriet. She never really thought about the idea that she wwould be an object of desire for anyone. sure, she'd had posters of quidditch stars growing up. Right now she was playing on the same national quidditch team as a woman she had crushed on in Hogwarts. But it still felt strange.

"Jealous girls?" She asked surprised. "You think so?" She had an arm around her lover now, her head resting on Cam's shoulder as their shared body heat warmed the blankets wrapped around them, As interesting as the movie was, and it was if only because the half-blood found the medium fascinating, Cam was always going to steal the show. Harriet wasn't too fussed on focusing her attention anywhere else. "I didn't realise I was anyone worth being jealous over." She wasn't clueless she could see where such thoughts would come from but the idea had just never crossed her mind. she was just a nineteen year old kid who had trained hard and had gotten lucky.

"Jealousy won't get anyone anywhere." She said quietly, just holding the other close. "I'm spoken for and even if some creepy fan tried something with you I'd hex them back to the stone age." She breathed gently, protectively, as she entwined herself further with Camilla, hungry for closeness with the other woman, eager to stay as near to her as she could. If she was all camilla had left to be close to, she was going to be all she could he. All Cam deserved. She was going to protect, and love and cherish her like she deserved, and nothing was going to stop that, Harriet thought as she held the young woman.

[camilla evans - jones]

And while you are sitting indoors
waiting for the storm to pass
I will be outside dancing in the rain

❧

Some people forgot the smallest moments. The little conversations between a doctor and their patient. It was a method to calm the patient down and Camilla used her father as a subject to calm Harriet down when she needed it. “Lucky? Because of me?” Camilla didn’t think she was that big of a catch.

“Of course I think so.” Camilla nodded at the photo near her tv that she bought because Harriet was in it. “I know I would be one.” Truth be told Camilla never showed her jealous side because she didn’t think she would have one until she met Harriet.

Camilla moved her body so she could peck Harriet on the lips before turning back to lying in her arms. Jealousy was not one of the traits that would define Camilla. She is very trusting which could be considered naive to some people maybe even a little childish or stupid but it wasn’t how Camilla saw it.

“Jealousy is ugly but I trust you so I don’t need to be jealous.” Camilla was positive knowing that Harriet wouldn’t hurt her. Camilla got closer to Harriet where she could feel her breath on her own skin, her scent overwhelming her a little. Was this just a dream like the ones she had before or was Harriet truly pulling her closer every minute?

The protective side of Harriet was comforting in its own way. The feeling of arms wrapped around Camilla’s body were like a shield from all the bad and ugly outside of her home. The feeling of nothing being able to touch her with Harriet there making the young healer feel safe and secure.

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[harriet jones]

"Of course because of you, Cam." Harriet whispered gently to the other, into her ear. she very gently, playfully nipped the other's earlobe before she continued. "You're beautiful, you're sweet, charming, kind, caring... You've seen and been through some awful things and none of it has taken any of that kindness or caring away. People like you are rarer than gold." There was no hyperbole there either. The only person she could think of that fit such a description was probably her own brother, and even then, Ty had been forced to adapt, or watch his siblings suffer. As best Harriet could tell, Cam was never under the same sort of expectations. "So yes. I'm the luckiest woman in the world right now." Cheesey yes. A lie, or an exaggeration? Not in Harriet's lovestruck mind.

Harriet tried to process the idea that others might be jealous of Camilla. On a clinical level she knew that as a professional athlete, she was a star and that that itself was reason enough for some petty people to be jealous of her girlfriend... But Harriet was still Harriet. She was still a teenage girl from a big family, and more or less nothing more than that in a lot of ways. She didn't hate her appearance but she didn't find herself particularly sexy either. Sure these days she made a fair bit of money, but it took this conversation to even consider the idea that there might be gold diggers out there who would think to target her. "And why would you be jealous, if it'd been someone else?" She asked running a hand through the other woman's blonde hair. smiling down at her as she adjusted positions.

Harriet met that little peck on the lips with a closed-eyed smile. She still didn't understand just how things could be this good. How she had fallen in love with this amazing person and how that love could be returned so fully and so easily. Her only regret was that she had taken since she had meet Camilla right after her Hogwarts graduation to speak up - well that and the fact that they had never known each other in school. For six years they had lived in the same castle, eaten their meals in the same room and Harriet had never even looked Cam's way. She would never stop regretting that. If the pair had met in school, and if this had all worked out, where would they be now? Married? Would they have found some way to have a family? Adoption, or some muggle trick to get around their lack of a male partner? These were questions in Harriet's mind, but they were questions she wouldn't voice right now.

Harriet nodded. Jealousy was ugly, Cam had the right of it, but she trusted Harriet and that was good. There was nothing that the dark-hared beater would ever do to hurt her girlfriend. She would never cheat, she would never turn to violence. Both women had seen and suffered far too much ugliness already. Harriet would never subject Camilla to more. They were so close now, entwined with one another as close physically now as harriet felt to Cam Emotionally. Slowly, she lifted the other , gently raising her arms until they were level and her eyes were locked with Camilla's the movie playing on in vane as it lost Harriet's attention completely now. and she simply kissed her new girlfriend. she couldn't say for how long, or how many times. She couldn't say afterwards what she was thinking, if she was thinking anything. All she knew was that she needed every kiss. That every moment of this was bliss. that as the women's mouths met, she felt whole. She had been intimate with several women in her time already, but none of that felt like being with Camilla. This was deeper. It wasn't some Hogwarts crush, or an impulsive fling. This felt so real.

"I love you, Camilla Evans." She told the other sweetly as their kissing finally ended. "I promise you won't be lonely or neglected while ever here." She said gently, knowing the other had struggled with the loss of her family. Harriet knew that she could never replace those people, but she could hopefully give this lovely woman enough that she would be happy and fulfilled, and safe.

[camilla evans - jones]

And while you are sitting indoors
waiting for the storm to pass
I will be outside dancing in the rain

❧

Her thoughts were interrupted by the single touch of Harriet’s breath on her skin distracting Camilla from the movie they were watching. Camilla felt shivers crawling all over her pale skin at the voice of Harriet, a smile creeping on her features. Camilla couldn’t help but smiling with all the loving words whispered in her ear.

“Such a romantic charmer.” Camilla never heard words like those coming from the lips of someone she cared about. Her grandfather would call her special in ways that were beyond most people’s understanding but never did she hear words like these.

“Because seeing you loving someone else would break my heart.” Being in love with a famous quidditch player would not always play out in your own favor especially when that person is also a good friend and almost a regular at the hospital Camilla worked at.

Camilla slowly let her body shift in the right comfortable position while locking her eyes with Harriet’s. Whenever she looked into those light eyes Camilla would get completely lost to the point where she would embarrass herself with a clumsy action following.

Her lips met Harriet's and time ceased to exist. The movie was a mere blur that hardly could reach Camilla’s ears and her heart was beating so fast she could almost hear it. “I love you too.” She managed to get out of her mouth, her lips red from the kiss.

“I believe you.”

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