~I thought I'd forget you

But I guess I forgot to.~


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Lysander couldn't help but look up every time she passed by. He couldn't help but watch the elegant stride of her long, slender, legs and wonder what her fashionably disheveled red hair would feel like running through his fingers. He had been drawn to her ever since she kissed him in the Gryffindor common room – a moment she'd most certainly forgotten, seeing as she'd been drunk at the time (which was also the only reason for her to get within any sort of kissing range with a guy like him). Lucy Weasley seemed to spend a large majority of her young life drunk or hooking up.

Lysander admired her - perhaps more then anyone else in his life. Her unwavering will to be different, her free spirited nature, her wide, laughing, mouth. Lucy Weasley never stood still, not for a second. She was a constant force of movement and happiness and beauty. She also happened to be the star in many of his night time fantasy's. It was almost funny how he'd had no clue who she was until she'd stolen his lips in that dusky corner. Her Firewhiskey soured breath snaking down his throat. Her tongue whisking along his lower lip. After everything that had passed, how could he possibly forget her?

"Lysander?" Lorcan inquired. He poked him with his pencil. "Wake up."

(Wake up.)

Lysander tore his gaze away from the sunshine that was Lucy Weasley. And forced himself to see reality instead.

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notenotenote; so I've always wanted a twin, but it's to late for that now, and the closest I can get is writing about them :) three short drabbles about nothing in particular, I don't own Harry Potter - or the quotes I use - thank you very much for reading!:)