Unspoken
I wrote this for alyssialui's 'Pairing the Character Competition', where we had to pair Harry with a unique character.
Harry promised it would never happen again. Harry makes this promise several times a week, all resolve shattering once he lays eyes on her.
It began months ago; he had watched her through the window of the Three Broomsticks as she emerged from a potions shop, her smart black overcoat buttoned up against the cold and her usually carefully preened hair messy from the wind. His heart skipped a beat as he took in her beauty, his legs seemed to act of their own accord, and the next thing he knew they were talking as they walked down the street.
Somehow the conversation had made it to her flat; the pleasant chat effortlessly transforming into kisses and sighs, day blurring into night. The voices in his head were racing: she's out of bounds.But at the same time another voice argued: but he's your enemy. He doesn't care about your feelings, so why consider his?
Week after week, they would pretend to accidentally bump into each other, neither mentioning the name that lay unspoken between them. As Harry left every night, he pretended not to see Astoria pulling out her photo of Draco from its hiding place.