Disclaimer: I don' t own Harry Potter.
For Drishti. :D I blame you for this, love. )
stop dreaming of her kisses. stop looking at her that way. stop wanting to run your hands through her soft hair. stop losing yourself in her eyes. she's your sister this time, little boy. And not your lover.
she paints her lips a deep red and you can't help but remember those times when she pressed the same lips against yours.
this is wrong. wrong, wrong, wrong. you remind yourself over and over. everything about this life is wrong. you're not supposed to be her brother. she's not supposed to be your baby sister.
((she's supposed to remember.))
seven lifes, spanned over more then seventy decades and she remembers none.
you, on the other hand, remember every single moment and you loathe the fact she knows none of this.
you watch her and wait.
you're waiting for the day, you'll be lovers once more.
