The Child is Gone
by May
disclaimer:harry potter isn't mine & neither is fiona apple.
note: femmeslash.
"a vacancy that did not belong; the child is gone." - fiona apple.
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You spot her across the Quidditch field with her sunburnt arms and vibrant orange knee guards. You hate yourself for ever meeting her because she's now got you lost in her spell (no matter how cliché it sounds). Ever since then, you've been meeting her during the summer and outside of school. You hate the way she forgets to put a long tee shirt over her swimsuit and they way she laces her fingers together and creates a basket for her chin.
Sometimes, you wish you were more like her with her spunky attitude and carefree in her cotton, semi-transparent dresses. You are stubborn, bossy, and unchangeable. She has crimson hair that flows in the wind when she twirls on the grounds while your hair is untameable much like your obsessive reading disorder (at least that's what Ron calls it). Some days, you want to scream at your reflection but you know that screaming won't get you anywhere.
The girl with the gawky smile notices you as you just stare at her. She waves to you with her pink, freckled arms. Everything turns mute and you can't help but grin back. The child is gone from the girl but the actions where still immature and blinding. Every move she makes causes the whole world to slow down a bit more.
You remember the summers you spent together drinking lemonade underneath the apple trees. Her breasts were barely there and she had the voice suited for a cartoon. You loved her then too. She talked of how she liked your best friend but you just heard the mumble of her speech.
You want to be like the boys she dated (snogged and talked to) but for now you'll be her friend.
Just a friend.