I Do This From Time to Time:
When I can never wake from a bad dream…
He made his way as best he could up to his room on the third floor of Grimmauld Place. It was nearly four in the morning and he almost couldn't believe the amount of pain his body was in. Almost. Door shut, wards up, a quick vanishing spell and he dropped into bed, knowing sleep would do nothing to ease his mind. He dreamt of the war, of her, if she surely was going to die. One horrific image after another. Sun up, pain potion in hand, he got dressed to continue on his job, his life, his living nightmare.
Where I can never say the things I mean…
"Would you like a cup, sir?"
She was sitting innocently at the kitchen table, with worn pajamas and thick socks, trying desperately to stay warm. He couldn't blame her. The house was freezing and she was just trying to be polite. She always managed to be polite to him. She had done nothing wrong, and yet.
"No, you foolish girl, I would not."
He saw her visibly recoil from his words. She stood, remaining silent, and left the room, her mug half empty on the table.
He collapsed heavy-hearted into the nearest chair. He had screwed it up again.
Where I like to watch you as you sleep…
He had been aware of her presence when she entered the library hours ago, had managed to not say anything too cutting, but he never realized she had fallen asleep. Looking at her now, he was amazed at the level of serenity just watching her sleep brought to him, to his soul. She was so calm and relaxed, something that he hadn't seen anyone be in a long while.
It was strange how he could be so open only when she was closed. And yet he could still read her, could still tell how scared she was. They all were.
Where I like to think of you with me…
The topic of the day's Order meeting had long since floated from his mind, replaced by much more pleasant thoughts than death and destruction. Trying not to be obvious, he watched her from across the room and thought of them. Of the life they could live together if things were different. They would buy a house in the country and decorate it in such bright colors that she would never have to feel the darkness again. Their children would grow up there; the two of them would grow old there. They would take on the world from that little house.
Where I wanna taste you as you breathe…
He hadn't expected to find her in the backyard, out in the cold so late at night. But he had. Too worried about saying the wrong thing, again, he simply said nothing at all. And so, they stood there side by side, staring up at the stars on that frozen December night. He could have spent an eternity in that moment. He tried to be discrete as he looked over at her, seeing her breath turn to fog in the air. He couldn't help but wish he was closer to her, sharing her space and tasting the air she breathed.
