So, first ever HP fic. Just a little something that came to me one day. I hope you like it. You know the drill: Read and Review, please!! Thank you :)
You shouldn't be here
You shouldn't be here. You shouldn't be with him. You shouldn't be enjoying this. You shouldn't be feeling that void filled by those arms around you, those slate eyes staring deep into yours, those pale lips kissing your own with shocking passion and warmth, sending shivers of pleasure crawling up and down your spine.
You can't keep comparing him to your boyfriend; the one they call the Savior, the Boy-Who-Lived. You can't keep meeting him in the Room. Someone will find you. You know it. Yet you don't care. You keep coming back. You wait for that owl every morning, telling you when and where to meet him even though it's always the same:
Ten o'clock p.m.
Room of Requirement.
Don't be late.
And you're not. You're never late. In fact, you're almost always early but you hide in the shadows, waiting for him to go in first. Deep down, you're afraid he's leading you on, that it's all some joke, that he'll stop coming. And so you wait. You wait behind the same statue, watching as he paces first one way, then the other, and then back, all the while muttering to himself. You think it's cute, if you're completely honest with yourself.
Only when he disappears do you emerge from your hiding spot, follow his footsteps and slip into the Room. The Room is always the same for you- not that you see much of it for as soon as you enter, you feel a pair of strong arms wrap themselves around you and then you're kissed into that drunken state of bliss that only he can create for you; that he creates for you every night in the Room, every time he kisses you, every time he touches you, every time you see him.
You shouldn't be kissing him back with equal- if not more- fervor. You shouldn't be wrapping your arms around him, running your fingers through his hair, gasping for air as his lips move to that spot just below your ear; the one that makes you shiver and melt into his arms.
You shouldn't have let him kiss you all those months ago, after months of haunting glances that left your spine crawling. You shouldn't have continued to meet him in those dark corners. You shouldn't still stay with your boyfriend, not when his nemesis is the one who has known you in more ways than The Hero could or ever will. You shouldn't be forgetting your boyfriend's name the moment you are swept up into those arms and kissed to within an inch of your life. You certainly shouldn't be enjoying those kisses.
You shouldn't be falling.
You shouldn't be hearing him say those words in your ear. And you shouldn't be returning them as you kiss him one more time before you leave to return to your mask.
You shouldn't be dreaming of tomorrow, of ten o'clock p.m. Room of Requirement.
You shouldn't.
But you are.