Uhm, just something I wrote just for the sake of writing. I do not know where this is going.
This one has no name -- it just is.
L.M.
This one has no name
-I know that it will hurt, -
I know that it will break your heart
The way things are and the way they been
- Natalie Merchant
…And I stood in front of him while the candles flickered romantically, loosing myself in his deep greens and it hurt.
"Hermione" was the name that fled almost unbearable from his soft lips.
I longed for the taste, for the heroic sweetness they had to taste.
"Harry" I replied, his name got twisted in my tongue, rolled in my mouth and filled the hallway in the Burrows that we stood in. He grabbed the towel around his waist, concealing his lower body but making his upper one visible for me to feast on. The water found its way from his messy hair, down his left cheek, across his torso and into a trail of hair that led further down to a area of his anatomy that I wasn't familiar with.
"I just stepped out the shower and I didn't think anyone would be running in the halls at three a.m."
I smiled in the darkness, he smiled back. He blessed me, included me and made me the reason of this rare and small happiness across his lips.
"I couldn't sleep" I lied and his eyes gazed over my shoulder to watch his best friends bedroom door that I previously snuck out from.
"I see" he said, eyes losing their glitter slightly, lips smiling vaguely, hand pushing round glasses further up on a delicate nose and head lowering itself, declining me the pleasure of drowning in green never ending pools.
I rested my hand on his shoulder, the simple touch of my hand on his naked and wet shoulder made me feel warmth I never felt rushing through my body.
It was pure desire.
"And the reason for the shower is?" I asked in a whisper and nodded towards the stairs that led to the bed of the red-headed force that captured my heroes heart.
"I felt… dirty" he replied and this time meeting my eyes to steal the last traces of air I had in my lounges after he made me breathless.
He looked at me apologizing, I looked at him puzzled.
"Harry..." I pleaded, the name feeling unfamiliar in my mouth, almost burning by whispering my hearts deepest desire.
He hesitated, waited and analyzed the moment before he chose to speak, "Hermione"
And there was a silence, a long, painful and longing silence with my hand on his shoulder, his hand on his towel and both minds absentminded and then the silence was filled out with the wet sound of two pair of hungry lips crashing towards each other with a force that threw the earth out of its orbit.
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