Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
For Kaye. Happy birthday, love! xoxo
It's haze and there's alcohol, (isn't there always?), and you can't breathe through the smell of cigarette smoke.
Nails dig into tender flesh and there's moans and you can't tell if they're from you or herm and it's just another motel in just another shady town and in the morning, it won't mean a thing right?
(Yeah, keep telling yourself that baby.)
Her nails scratch your skin and you're kissing her like your life depends on it and maybe it does, maybe it doesn't, but whatever it is, it feels like fire and Marlene McKinnon always did like fire, didn't she?
She moans her name in your ear and you stiffen and no matter how many times you think you're used to it, another night her hot breath against your skin says your best friend's name and it shouldn't hurt this bad, because what you two have means nothing, but why does it feel it your heart is breaking, shattering into a millon pieces when her name falls from her lips?
In the morning, the night will be a haze and you will awake to an empty bed and the worst hangover in history and she will be Black and you will be McKinnon and you will be enemies and you will vow that it won't happen again but that same night you will fall back into her arms.
She trails kisses down your chest, her mouth gentle and teasing and you think this is wrong, that loving a woman that will never quite be yours can't be healthy, but she's like a drug and you're addicted and you can't get enough.
You think that maybe you're fighting an awful case of fate. See, there's a war going on and tomorrow one of you might end up dead and you are on different sides of the war and she's engaged to a man that she will never love and if someone put all these condemning things together, they could see that this love affair will only lead to heartbreak and tragdey.
If you were smart, you would back out now. Before you lose your heart completely to the beautiful blonde (too late right?) who is next to you. If you were smart, you would stop the love affair that you are currently having with a her.
You run your hand over her soft skin.
You're not smart and you never knew when to stop so you do neither.