Title- Again
Author- Angel-With-Clipped-Wings
Category-Harry Potter
Disclaimer- Heh...If I owned them, I would have made D/H together awhile ago.
A/N-Someone had emailed me awhile ago for a sequel to "Never". In honour I made one. Hope you enjoy.
He's watching me. The way his eyes pierce into mine, cold anger rushing into my veins before he turns away. I can almost feel his rage willing to be released, It's enticing yet so freighting because I'm unsure as to what He's capable of and what he may do.
It's a process that continues, He watches and I avoid. This is the way it must be, for if we had continued what we were...then I'd fall in love and He'd die. Broken and breaking, His heart would have shattered, and now more than ever he cannot do that...but will it matter in the end whether or not he shatters when He'll be a shadow in the end? My heart is racing, and this time instead of avoiding, I've caught his eye.
No words could express the hatred swirling in his pupils. I wanted to cry out, but his glaze had me caught in a spell and I couldn't break away. When I finally do, I push out of my seat and run out of the Great Hall. My friends watch me leave, calling out my name, but I pay no mind. I can't take him anymore, or else I'd break down.
My feet are pushing boundaries as I race through halls that have become blurry and pants echo. I slow to a empty classroom, entering quietly and shutting the door softly behind. Sliding down on the door, I let my lung catch my breath before slowly letting the tears roll down my cheeks.'This is suppose to happen', my mind cries, ' I wasn't suppose to fall..'
A loud crash comes from outside the door. My heart is racing as I urge silently for my breathing to become quieter. There is harsh panting on the other side, and soon fists pounding on the door.
"Open up the door" he says, and now I'm wishing my hand is closing in on the knob, that my mind is screaming for it to stop. The door opens slightly before he pushes it ajar. My head is bowed as he nears, for the fear again of his eyes and power. He reaches over and lifts my chin forcing my eyes to glaze into his. I suspect his is searching for something and has found what he wishes, for he smiled then which was quite bizarre considering the circumstances and hovered his lips over mind. I know deep inside my lips are parting and my tongue edges out my lips to lick them over in anticipation. I feel his warm breath that smells of cinnamon graze over mine before fully placing them over and pushing fiercely against mine. His lips caress mine until swollen, and all to quickly he pulls away.
"You ran away once..." and I watch him, awaiting him to continue. It's coming to fast, and tears once again resurface my cheeks, raining down on them like sunlight on fields. I fighting against the urge to nervously mingled my hands together in a nervous way, but his hands grab onto mine, holding them as his thumb softly caress my knuckles.
"But you won't again" and with that, his lips cover mine once more.
It was remarkable and amazing, but I was so caught up, I never notice him gone until his hands left mine. I watch him walk out of the room, and it becomes so lonely now. The cold I never felt now chills me to the bone. I'm walking out of the room like the time before but this time, He's not the one calling my name nor waiting behind.
I am.
Just finished writing it too. I'm happy with the result, and I made it so you can figure out who's who.