The Death of Him
He thinks, what harm can it do, when she asks him after an Order meeting to go for a drink with her. As friends, of course, because she couldn't possibly want anything more. He keeps telling himself that as they down several Muggle drinks and their thighs keep 'accidentally' brushing under the table. He tells himself again when she bites her lip and gazes up at him in obvious flirtation and his stomach churns like mad, but of course it has to be the alcohol, nothing more.
He manages to keep the charade of 'just friends' up, for both their sakes he tells himself, all the while fantasising about that moment when 'just friends' is a far-off and distant past. That moment, the one that he tells himself firmly is not inevitable because she'll never feel the same way.
What harm can it do, indeed, when he's spending his time daydreaming about his best mate's little cousin, and all the while feeling like a lecherous old man? But they go out again, just as friends, obviously, because he just can't distance himself from her much as he knows he should. She's like an addiction, more potent than alcohol or cigarettes, and infinitely unhealthier, because he's sure she'll be the death of him while he worries about her constantly (she's no delicate china doll, for sure, but she's the clumsiest person he's ever met, and he can't help but panic ever so slightly at the thought of her being injured).
She can't feel anything more than friendship for him, so it's like emotional suicide almost when he presses his lips against hers, completely on impulse (Sirius had always told him that he had a suicidal sub-conscious, but he's one to talk). Almost being the key word, because she returns his kiss and he's surprised and she's surprised and are they really doing this?
What harm can it do, he thinks when he wakes up and looks down to see a tuft of pink hair laying on top of his chest. A lot, probably, but it's too late now, things won't go back to the way they were this time yesterday. And really, he's much happier this morning, even if she will be the death of him. It's a damn nice way to go.
Yep, another not-so-great drabble. In my defence, I did try to write one for 12 Fics, but it's went too angsty. So I wrote something a bit fluffier :D.
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