The Lake is quite at this time of night. It's funny that with all that has happened the lake still sits here in silence unknowing and yielding only to nature. Sometimes I wish that I could be that free, Go only where the wind blows me, dance in the rain and lay out in the sun all day long without a single care in the world. But then that would be simple. (but she does it)
I pick up another rock and fling it, onetwothree skips. That's my new record. I can hear something behind be, but I don't care to turn around, I know who it is. (she smells so good)
"Hello Harry," she says in that voice. That voice that only angels must posses. I know my heart will be stolen once I look at her but I have to see her if only one more time. So I muster all the courage I can and turn. At first glimpse she may seem strange, even dotty. It's only when you see underneath all the eccentricities that you notice how breathtakingly beautiful she truly is. Her hair is like liquid silk as it flows behind her, her eyes like a cloudy sky right before on of those magnificent storms she so loves to dance in. But most enchanting of all must be her smile. The smile that makes her look as though she is a thousand miles away until her touch brings you back to earth.
I didn't think that there was a more beautiful creature on this earth than Ginny Weasly and I was right because Luna is out of this world. For the past several months the thought of her has invaded any private moment I have had, and although it was Ginny's dot I was looking at, It was Luna's body and laugh that was on my mind.
She looks at me with those eyes and asks , in her dream filled voice, "may I," as she points to the ground beside me. My voice falters me and my soul aches for her as I simply nod and tear my gaze away from her.
She sits beside me and her arm brushes mine as she makes herself comfortable on the supple earth. She gazes at the heavens too, and instantly she enters my mind and comes out with a simple, "I Know". I let out a labored breath and turn to face her again and this time she is looking at me. Her eyes allowing me to see deep into her soul and at that moment I knew that she feels how I do.
"It can never be, you know," she says nonchalantly. And all the hurt and anguish that I had felt in the past simply became a waste of emotion because what I felt was stronger than the power even Voldemort's anger held over me. My heart burned as my soul fell into a million pieces in front of her. She held out her hand and gently touched my hand. I knew then what a touch from God was like. Her hand was worn and calloused yet it still felt like silk with her soft sweet touch, and those eyes continued to look into mine. It was only when we were nose to nose, that I realized that the distance of our proximity had decreased.
The slight brush of her lips was not a kiss but still more gratifying than any I had ever felt before and more, I knew than I would ever feel. She tasted like the nectar of the gods. And I being an unworthy mortal, was allowed no more than a brief sip.
My heart pounded in my chest, I could feel her souls very presence as we separated slowly. She sat again facing the lake until she spoke one last time.
"We must never". She abruptly got up and galloped off like a unicorn into the dark shadow cast by the castle, and I heard the door.
My broken soul lay at my feet like the shattered glass of a magnificent stained glass window. I sauntered into the castle to my dormitory. And as I shut the curtain I could still hear her voice echoing in the cavern of my head. we must never.