She came to me that night, said she needed something only I could give. The way we were... how could I say no?
She walked in the room, hips moving forward as if thrusting against someone, hands moving at her sides as if holding them close. Her voice was clear as crystal, whispering in my ear. She begged, and she pleaded, she needed me, I needed her. She whispered to me, sweetest lies as her tongue gave me sweetest pain.
Pain and pleasure mixed that night, joining into a single force overwhelming and indistinguishable from each other. She thrust in and out like rolling thunder as my tears fell down like rain. Whether they were tears born of joy or grief, I'll never know.
Sweat, blood, and tears mixed together that night, feeding a growing fire. I consumed your body hungrily, making up for lost years as you consumed my heart and soul.
It wasn't just sex that night, I told myself. It was a melding, a reconnection of not just body, but of our minds, hearts and very souls. You were calling his name out of habit, not because you were thinking of him, wishing it were Harry between your knees instead.
We were meant to be together. What we had done together all those years ago cemented it. I still have our wedding band; I wear it on a silver chain around my neck. The Ministry can say what they will, but you are my wife and I yours. When we said forever, that's just what it means, right?
You said this was just for old time's sake, but that must have been a lie. I was more than just decent shag to you. I was everything to you.
Kisses that passionate must mean something. You can't fake love and you can't hide it, either. You love me.
When you and I had finished, I laid my head on your stomach. You looked away, turning on your side. You needed your space.
I remember lying there, so happy, so content to have you here again, to have you lying next to me. I fell asleep, dreaming of you even as you snuck away from me, out the back door and into Harry's arms.
The announcement of your marriage was in every major wizarding newspaper. It made headlines from Dallas to Dover.
Boy Hero Weds Childhood Sweetheart!
The Boy Who Lived... and Loved!
Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Harry James Potter!
Only one newspaper had made any mention of our wedding. It had been ridiculed for being so liberal as to acknowledge us. The Ministry later shut down the paper, "We won't tolerate this nonsense..." What do they know?
I should've believed you, though. You said you loved him; you told the truth. I can see it so clearly now. You just needed one last time, a last surrender to the woman who loved you.
It's strange, talking about it. Like everyone else, you make promises and break them, make them and keep them, like everyone else. You're nothing special in this. Nothing at all about you is different from anyone else. But I loved you anyway.
Fair-haired angels in the heavens sing of God's love, strong and pure, unchanging and infinite, like the love between you and Harry.
Demons under the Earth chant of far more vile things, of fiery passion all consuming, of love's greatest losses and broken promises. Of you and of I, they sing.