He was the love of my life. Or so I thought. Aparently he didn't feel the same. We'd been a couple for over a year now and we both seemed to be happy. I know I was.
It was my birthday of all things. Ha. How ironic. I wanted to give him something, nothing much but still, it was something important to me. As the clock struck midnight, I slipped out of my bed, grabbing the small parcel off of my bedside table. Grabbing my broomstick, I opened the window and jumped out.
The rain was coming down in torrents but I didn't care. He didn't live far so it wasn't that big of a deal. As I saw the house coming closer, I prayed to God that neither Harry nor Ginny decided to look out their window right now. I knew that they would kill me if they found out I was visiting James at this hour.
I reached his window, silently opening and climbing in. As I glanced over at his bed, I stopped dead. He wasn't alone tonight, nor was he asleep.
The sight made me sick. Her nails clawing at his back, her moans piercing the silence created by the silencing spell. When she opened her eyes and looked at me over his shoulder, I think I died. I felt nothing, nothing at all.
"James?" I had to know. I had to make sure that it was really him.
All movement stopped and he turned and stared at me. His eyes, his face, everything about him screamed panic. I just bit my lip and nodded, setting the gift down on the book case next to the window, then climbed back out of teh window.
I rode my broom to the ground and left it there, running through the rain to the woods across the street. I'd be long gone before he realized I wasn't at home.
Happy Birthday to me.