Patience

A/N: I just wanted to try smut in the سیکنڈ person.

He takes آپ سے طرف کی surprise every time, though you'd think you'd have learned to expect it سے طرف کی now.
You got married straight out of Hogwarts, hopelessly in love as آپ were, and moved into a one-bedroom flat overlooking Diagon Alley. In the few months since your graduation, you've managed to christen just about every spot in the flat (and some around it too), but still he manages to take آپ سے طرف کی surprise when he sneaks up behind آپ like this, sliding his warm hands under your شرٹ, قمیض to rest on your stomach. Not that it always happens in...

I sighed as I woke up, blinking in the bright sunlight. I looked over at the sleeping Frank, and then at my alarm clock.

10:30!?

Quickly throwing off the covers, I leaped out of بستر and threw on a robe. I couldn't believe I'd slept that late. Yeah, so it was summer vacation and 10:30 was nothing. But I usually got up at 7:00 a.m. I was a total freak

"LEAH!" A voice shrieked at me from outside my door. I groaned. Kris.
"Hold on, Kris, I'll be out in a minute!" I brushed my hair and teeth quickly and opened the door.

"You کہا last night آپ were gonna make waffles!" Kris griped as we walked down...

NOTE: If آپ are sensitive with blatant racism against whites and Asians, then a. Why are آپ still دوستوں with me? and b. stop reading this article. I will not deal with people being all butthurt about this.

So سے طرف کی now, I think آپ all know that Asian parents get all uptight and pissed about grades. I mean, white parents, they don't care. They're like:

White kid: Mom I got an A
Mother: *golf clap* That's great honey! *proceeds to bake cookies*
White kid: Mom I got a B
Mother: *golf clap* That's great honey! *proceeds to bake cookies*
White kid: Mom...I got a C
Mother: ... That's great honey! *accidentally-on-purpose...

It's not so bad when I'm alone, the constant buzzing. The voices dim to a faint hum in the background. If I'm alone in the building, I can almost taste the silence that resides just out of my grasp.
Sweet, blessed silence. I haven't heard it for years now, not since Dad died, and I'm pretty sure I'd give anything just to hear it again. Anything, anyone -- just tell where to deposit them, God, and they're all yours. Just give me silence again.

It all starterpd four years ago, when my dad died in that freak accident. I was 13 then, and didn't quite get it. One دن Dad was there and my head was...