Slow Dance on the Inside

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cross my heart and hope to…

I'm lying just to keep you here

So reckless

So thoughtless

So careless

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And she knows that she should leave. But she can't because he's standing there looking at her like that. She shouldn't be there (she knows it he knows it they deny it always every time), but she can't seem to make her feet move (she wants to go stay leave run to him).

He knows this isn't right (but in his mind she's been the only thing that was ever right). He knows he should walk away or tell her to go but he can't speak the words and his feet won't go.

They know they shouldn't be there together.

(I need you she says and he takes her hand and kisses her and says I love you and she cries always cries and his heart hurts from her pain and his pain and their pain and he hates it this way)

But they can't walk away.

"Harry, I shouldn't be here."

(but he pleads with those eyes always those eyes and he says I need you to stay)

"Hermione…"

(it's always her name always her she's the only place that feels like home)

And they give in like they always do. He touches her and kisses her (in ways that Ron never could) and she sighs and he sighs and he moans and she moans and she says his name. She twists her fingers in his hair with her legs wrapped around his waist (because it doesn't matter how wrong it could be she needs him inside to feel whole and full and not so empty and cold), and he thrusts into her needing to feel all of her around him. He holds her, presses so tightly against her, leaving barely enough room for breath and she clings to him (because she needs wants him so badly and he can't let her go). He cups her breasts in his hands, so gentle so soft, and her nipples harden under his touch and he kisses her neck (and it's strange how something that is supposed to be so wrong only ever felt so right), and his lips press to hers, and she won't let him go. Their tongues touch and invade each other's mouths, and their breaths mingle (and sweat and tears always tears). Her skin is soft and he loves the feel of her hands touching him, her arms around him; loves the way it feels inside her and she can't ever get enough (because without him she feels impossibly empty). He fills her up and she wishes it would never end.

But it has to end (it always has to end).

And she knows she should go.

(but his arms around her feel so good so right it hurts to leave and she feels so empty and lost and she can't bear the hurt in his eyes)

He knows he has to let her go.

(he always has to let her go because she isn't his)