Here you lie next to me, in the rough itchy grass on the edge of a hill in the park. I am telling you everything that crosses my mind. You taught me to be honest. You know how to listen.
I am telling you of the things I didn't know a second before I said them. I am talking of puddle swinging, of moon-baths, of earl gray ice cream, and of Crumple-Horned Snorkacks. I know this would have been nonsense to me several years ago but now it's my reality, my reason for existing.
I admire that you enjoy this and have enjoyed it your whole life.
You move closer to me, I know that you are preparing for yet another kiss. Of all the people in the world, I would have never guessed that you would always be so unsatisfied. You actually roll onto your stomach to kiss me, giving me doe eyes, or at least what would have been doe eyes on any other person. Your eyes always look that way: wide and surprised, perhaps slightly fish-like. I sit up and change my position. I am now kneeling, looking down at you. I shudder and sink to eye level. Our noses brush. You say something quietly.
"What?"
"Oh, nothing."
"What?" I demand.
"When you touch noses with someone of the opposite gender, it blows away any lingering Wrackspurts." You say obediently.
"Oh," I withhold a sarcastic expression and shake my head, thinking back to a five-month old addition of The Quibbler. I think it mentions Wrackspurts… "Is that so?"
"You are so—" you try to say, but I crash into you, knocking you over. I love the way you always look so amazed.
I don't know who pushed off. Maybe it was totally unintentional, but it seemed so sudden. With a crunch, we were rolling downhill, clinging to each other, laughing underneath our kiss and not daring to separate for fear of broken teeth and shattered bones.
Whether I die first or you die first didn't matter at that moment. I felt like we had both died and were in heaven together. I knew you felt the same way.
The hill seemed to end unbearably quickly. I realized you were lying on top of me, beaming ruthlessly, staring at my chest. Upon looking down, I noticed that there was a huge gash down my baggy t-shirt. You bent down and suddenly licking the inside of the gash, where my skin shone through. I laughed. I closed my eyes.
"Draco Malfoy." You breathed and the words came out wispy thin and cool against my warm skin. You never lose that dreamy tone that spoke to me of mysterious, wonderful things. "You used to be a close minded and mean man. But now I love you more than anything in the universe."
"You too." I fumbled for my words. A close-minded and mean man? That stung, but as usual, it was the truth. Anyhow, you could have said anything in that moment and I wouldn't have cared, as long as it was followed up by the reassurance of your love. "Yeah," I mutter unsure whether to say your name or not, "I love you too, Luna."