I Kiss Her
It is delicate, soft, warm to touch and sensual. I trace my finger across the petals and caress it up to the stamen. I pinch it hard and pluck it, I grind the organ beneath my feet. I feel her staring. I turn and look at her and she blushes, metaphors are not lost on her. I keep my flower pure, it will not receive any pollination.
"Miss Lovegood what on earth are you doing?"
I give my teacher my most vaguest smile and reply with an answer that makes the classmate snigger and makes her avoid my gaze. I embarrass her. My flower sits alone in its pot, not changing like the others but remaining the same. My teacher scolds me for wasting pollen and time but I could care not. My thoughts are on my lovely flower waiting to bloom.
When I know we are alone I kiss her just above the mouth, waiting for the day when she turns her head. She never does and probably never will but she smiles and there are times when I think she is mine. She is my elusive butterfly, forever chasing her with a net with a hole in it. I tell her that her freckles need attention, need to be kissed just like the precocious fairies need attention. She always laughs and always lets me. She smells like snow.
She says I'm too strange, that I need more friends or a boyfriend but I couldn't do that it would be unfaithful to her. She keeps introducing me to boys, very nice boys who are respectable or in the case of Seamus not so respectable, but they don't interest me at all. I like her. I like kissing the corner of her mouth, I like it when she tells me to stop with a breathy tone. I want to make her bloom.
She's kissing Harry now, she won't let me kiss her and she says she's in love. It will end in pain and tears and I will wipe up the mess and kiss her again. I did it the last time with Tom and I can do it again. I keep her pure, I keep her sane and she- she makes me happy.
He's broke it off with her in some grand gesture of nobility as if protecting her. She was always in danger and she was always strong and safe with me. Now she cries and still she won't let me kiss her. She mourns him though he is not dead. And he is already seeing someone else, someone dark and bitter and green.
She is sleeping beside me now, so softly and I stroke her face. She moans softly and I smile lightly. I bend down to kiss her gently, just to the left of her mouth on a freckle. She looks up at me.
She kisses me.
A/N: A sequel to She Kisses Me which can be found on my Authorpage.
I hope you all enjoyed it.