"I love you," he whispered.
She knew, even then, that those words were a lie, but she still wanted to here them before this. That night they had together would be their last. Rita never regretted her first time, though she wished sometimes that she could relive it. It had been years since he had even seen the boy, much less talked to him. If she concentrated hard enough, she could still feel his nervous touch and those sweet lies drip into her ear.
Black Ballon by Goo Goo Dolls Rita could feel her head drift away from the rest of the world. It had been a shitty year and she needed this fix more than anything else in the world. The war was at its height, and she was constantly in danger. Being a mudblood, it would be a matter of time before someone found out her alibi was a load of shit. It had been a year of looking over her shoulder, of not trusting anyone. Rita was lonely and scared. It had gotten at its worst the night before when she was convinced she was being followed. She passed out right on the pavement, like some drunkard. When she awoke, she knew it was time to get something to calm herself. So, she got some of the good stuff and stuck it in her veins. It was worth it, making a year of torment seem almost bearable. As the drug soon became to much for her conciousness, she slowly closed her eyes. It had been a long year.
Half Acre by HEM Rita felt sleep slowly grab her. It was a beautiful thing. It had been her first day at Hogwarts, making it almost impossible for her to get to sleep at a decent hour. It had been such a magical day. Being a muggle-born, every single inch of Hogwarts amazed her. She had seen so many enchanting things, yet she felt as though she hadn't nearly seen every secret there was. She watched outside as stars began to dash across the night sky. She watched as they dipped past the horizon. As she finally closed her eyes, she heard the gentle hum of the world around her.
Not Romeo, Not Juliet by Bryan Adams "You forgot to go get a job? " Rita demanded with great force. "Honestly! I should have known you would pull this shit!"
"Don't talk to me like that!" He shouted as he knocked over a chair.
"I can talk to you however I want because I am the only one making money in this house."
He sat back down at this cold insult. He seemed incredibly taken aback, but Rita did not seem to notice. They had been living together for the past two years, merely out of convenience and each other's innate need to not be alone. Rita didn't really love him, but he kept her company.
"I am tired of this Rita..." He finally said in a voice that lacked a definite tone.
"Are you going to leave, then?" Rita said quietly.
"No. I'm just going to get out of here for the night."
He kissed Rita good-bye on the cheek as he walked out of the house. Rita flashes back to that time every once in a while. She is then cruelly reminded of how empty her apartment is these days. She sometimes misses that boy, but sometimes she really doesn't give a damn about him. She still hopes that one day he'll come back to her and they can live together like they once did. Not because she loves him, but because, even though she is a grown woman now, she is scared to be alone.
Closing Time by Semisonic "Hey, lady," the barkeep said with a raspy voice," I told you to get the hell out of my bar."
Rita finally acknowledged the man and took one final gulp of her vodka tonic. She really didn't give a damn about what that man said, but she was finally getting drowsy enough to settle down. Her insomnia was driving her mad lately and nothing would cure it except alcohol. She stepped out on the cobblestone street and instantly felt the chill. It was a rough winter in London and she could barely stand walking to her flat. "I need the exercise," she reminded herself as she strode.
Her apartment needed a good cleaning, but she had not committed herself to actually doing it. Her cat greeted her with a rub of her leg. There was nothing special about this place, but Rita called it home.
"I have been waiting for you," a voice called from behind the chair.
Rita, too drunk to be startled walked over to the chair and saw him sitting in it. She had hoped it would be him, even though she had no reason for it. It had been a while since she had seen him; the years had been rather hard on him. Still, the years hadn't been exactly wonderful for her either.
Push by Matchbox 20 Rita had not seen him in years. His hands were rough like she remembered, but they had been changed by time. The war had wrecked them both; given them scars that neither of them were comfortable talking about. His kiss was vacant, yet it gave Rita just enough to make her forget the past ten years. Slowly, they were undressed and having sex. Rita would have loved to have called it "making love," but there was no love to be had between the two of them. Both of them were simply desparate to have the semblence of love, the touch of another. As they screwed each other, Rita cried. She hadn't cried in years, but the tears flowed steadily. There were no noises made, simply the sound of labored breathing. As she came, Rita sobbed. Once they were finished, he left. He didn't bother to say good-bye because neither of them enjoyed hearing those words.
Hear My Song from Songs for a New World Rita looked down at her stomach; it seemed oddly sacred now. The small bump that had formed under her hand seemed so startling. Of course, she knew that pregnancy was an everyday occurence, but this seemed so special. Yet, for all of this magic in her, Rita felt scared to death. She had never wanted this to happen and now knew nothing. All she could do at this moment was breathe in and out. She knew there was a new person in there, waiting to take in its first breath of air. She could not explain her emotions other than the fact that there was a leaping and sinking in her heart. Rita never really got over losing the baby, but she was able to hide her grief most of the time. She sometimes looked down at her stomach and imagined that day she held her hand over it. There was no bump now, just cold flesh.