Disclaimer- Not my characters, never was never will be.
This story was suppose to be longer than it is. It took two pages in my notebook, only half a page in Word Document.
Honey
Honey. That's what his lips tasted like. His lips. No matter what he ate, he always like honey.
Just when a snake sinks her teeth in my neck, I remember everything about the one I love; James Potter.
Before our first year even began, him and Black gave me the horrible nickname, Snivillus. But, even then, James stuck out to me. He was different in a way.
In our second year, James had made four friends, all of whom annoyed me. I was jealous they were always around James and I made fun of by them.
Third year, Black pushed me in the lake. I never had learned to swim and almost drowned. His friends all thought I was just trying to get attention, but James jumped in and pulled me out. If only he gave me mouth-to-mouth instead of Narcissa.
Fifth year, he confronted me after I tried to apologize to Lily. God knows why he did. I will never know why James kissed me. Or even why he wanted to. I don't know why he liked me. Or why I agreed to a secret relationship with him.
Even after he dated Lily to cover up for not dating many girls in the last two years, we stayed together.
Only after Harry was born, we were done. I told Voldemort the prophecy. I blame myself for James death.
I still love him. I still remember his touches, the soothing words he always gave me. I still taste honey, even though I've avoided it for the last seventeen years.
I hate his son. He looks just like James. Except his eyes. Green instead of hazel.
I'm dying. I have to look at Harry. I have to see James before I die.
He can have my memory of how Lily was my best friend. He will think I loved Lily more than the sister I wished I had.
He won't know that I secretly was attractive to James at a young age. Or how my patrons is a doe because I loved him; a stag. Or how I'll love him forever.
I made sure that Harry never knew about how I loved his father. I made sure no one knew.
I can barely see. My vision is blurry and dark. James is fading in front of my eyes.
I try to remember the taste of honey. It's hard with all the blood in my mouth.
I can't feel the blood dripping from my neck or mouth anymore. I can't feel anything. I can barely see anything. I feel weaker.
James had disappeared. My breathing had stopped. I hear nothing. Nothing is moving. It's like time has stopped. I see nothing. My eyes won't open.
I am dead.
And yet . . . I taste honey.
I love the ending. I dont know where I got a idea for this story, but I love it!