She Kisses Me
Every time we meet she kisses me in the exact same spot; just a little to the left of the corner of my mouth, on a freckle. She says they're fairy kisses, my freckles not her kisses, that need attention and so she kisses me. I like it when we're alone and she kisses me. I like it a lot.
I always know when she's going to do it, she tilts her head just a little to the side and her eyes sparkle just a little bit. She always leans in slowly, comes right up close to me and then presses her lips softly to my freckle. She barely touches me and it's always short but it feels soft and warm and loving. I hate it when she pulls away.
I watch her all the time, when she thinks no one is looking at her and she always looks so sad and lonely. I befriended her out of pity but I stayed because I love her, as a friend of course. I think she understands, I think that's why she kisses me.
I've kissed a few boys before, all heat and pleasure, and I liked it but it doesn't thrill me the same way as it does when she leans in close and kisses me. I don't think she likes it when I kiss boys but she understands. I hope she understands.
She doesn't have too many friends, she doesn't try to fit in and to be honest I don't think she wants to. And when she greets me in the hall I grimace, my friends snigger at her and laugh at her. I don't think it hurts her that they tease her but I think it hurts when I don't stick up for her. Sometimes I want to tell them what she's really like, stars and butterflies and flying, but I don't because she's mine. My beautiful secret.
She noticed me a long time before I noticed her, she says she remembers braiding my hair when I was a kid and I remember her asking me if I was alright in my first year. She had been this beautiful light in the darkness, helping me with the blood on my hands and asking if I was hurt. And for a while all was quiet, my demons had disappeared and she smiled and tilted her head and kissed me. I conjured my first strong Patronus with that memory.
On the last few days of term every year she walks round school posting notices about things that have gone missing. A textbook or a letter or a piece of homework and she never gets angry at them but always smiles serenely as people show her what they've 'found'. Even when they took the picture of her mother she never said anything to them but calmly posted a notice about a missing photograph. She never showed them how much it hurt her but she showed me. I remember holding her in my arms and letting her cry. I remember not caring how it looked.
She thinks differently to everyone else, she will start talking about one thing and go off on a tangent. I love that about her, I love how her mind thinks and what she thinks about. She thinks that love is the greatest magic in the world, that the stars are actually moving further and further away and that the Canons will win next year. I think she's daft but I also think she's right- not about the Canons or the stars but about love. I'd die for her.
Harry kissed me today and my heart was beating so fast, it's different to how she kisses me but it was nice. I think Harry loves me and I think I feel the same. When I tell Luna I know she'll understand, she always does and I know she'll still kiss me because she's my best friend.
Every time we meet Luna kisses me in the exact same spot; just a little to the left of the corner of my mouth, on a freckle. I like it when she kisses me. I like it a lot.