This is a kinda dark kinda angsty kinda romancy kinda... thing. I was reading Flame Angel Lee Maxwell's story, 'Merry Christmas, Oliver Style' and I had an idea for an Oliver/OC fanfic but then it changed into something kinda different, changing the characters. I hope you enjoy this! :)
Disclaimer: Anything and everything Harry Potter belongs to JKR/WB. Sadly I do not have Oliver or Draco or Fred or George or Sirius in my bed at night to keep me warm.
Title, 'Oh Simple Thing, Where Have You Gone?' is a line from Keane's Somewhere Only We Know.
All mistakes are mine... I have no one to blame them on. Yes, it is an unfortunate thing.
Hope you find this awesome :)
~Sami
Oh Simple Thing, Where Have You Gone?
He opened the door to the Room of Requirement where he knew she would be waiting. He walked over to the bed where he knew she would be laying. He took off his cloak and placed it on a chair, where he knew she had put hers.
He knew her.
It was the same routine almost every night. They spoke no words. They didn't need to. They had been through it so many times that they knew it by heart. She comes in before dinner ends, removes all clothing, lays on the bed. He comes in just after dinner, removes all clothing. Then there's the sweaty skin against skin, hands roaming and exploring, and then ecstasy. And when they come back down from their high, when their eyes connect, piercing grey and soft blue, they didn't kiss. They never kissed.
Kissing was romantic. There was no romance involved. They only lived for the sex, for the pleasure. There was a fine line between a relationship and just sex. And, boy, did he want to cross it.
Because, for once, Draco Malfoy was hurting. As he picked up his Slytherin tie from the floor and she adjusted her Gryffindor colours, they still didn't speak a word. He opened his mouth as he stood before the door, but his throat was dry. He swallowed, bowed his head and strode out, almost elegantly.
She lay still, chest still heaving, tears running down her cheeks. Her heart ached as she watched him leave. Burying her face into the pillow, she sobbed. As she cried herself to sleep, she knew her friends would, once again, wonder where she had been. Studying, she would tell them once again. Once again, they would believe her.
As soon as he rounded the first corner, the Slytherin teen punched a wall. And again. And again. He rested his head against the cool stone and examined his bloody knuckle. Tears gathered in his eyes and rolled down his cheeks.
The room still smelt of him. Of them. She knew it would follow her until their next meeting, even after showering.
She loved him. More than words could describe.
And he loved her.
Love. What a frightening thing.
Tada! So, what you think of it? I'm thinking of making it into a short story instead of just a one shot. Like, I could write the prequel and then have this chapter and then what happens afterwards. Tell me what you think by leaving a reviews in that rather attractive bow below. :) You can even decide whether you want it to have a happy ending or not!
Thanks for reading my lickle one shot.
Stay awesome.
~Sami
