a/n: part of my Crossover Project.
FANDOMS: Harry Potter & The Hunger Games. PAIRING: RosePeeta.
Kind of a prequel. I hope you enjoy it – this is dedicated to Mad (chasingafterstarlight) and Pearl (PrincessPearl) because they are my lovely Crossover Triplets. :4
Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games or Harry Potter.
"God," he says, his face grimy, mud-streaked, eyes wild with desperation. "I love you – I love you." He grabs my face between his hands, shaking, trembling.
"Don't forget," I reply. We settle behind a bush, and in the darkened space in the dead of night, the faux-stars that glitter over us in the faux-sky, the invisible arena surrounding us, confining us. It is a prison and I can't help him out of it, no matter how clever I am – no matter how many times I try to get him out of there.
A rustle is heard, and I stiffen.
"Peeta?" says a girl, low and husky, and I close my eyes and Disapparate with a crack, rematerializing in a tree yards away, staring down as Katniss Everdeen makes her way over to him.
" Katniss," he says, and she approaches, and I can make out her eyes, dark gray, and her cut lip and the slash across her face, blood and dirt and war written all over it. For a moment I feel almost guilty, stealing him away – the Baker's Son – from this girl who's worked so damn hard for a chance, for this girl who will go down fighting, screaming.
He cocoons her in a hug, chin pressed down to her limp hair, and she shudders against him and I look away. I try not to hope that she will die.
The tears burn in my eyes and my gut twists. I wait for over an hour and she finally leaves, murmuring a Good night, shuffling away into the shadows. I climb down from the tree, running over to him and I throw myself into his arms and suddenly there are tear tracks making paths across the filth on his face and I kiss him.
I try not to think about the way he will die. I kiss him harder.
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