this world of illusions
Her brown hair flying in the gusty wind – tears running down her porcelain face – and then you feel a tiny bit guilty. – LouisLucy
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor ever will.
A/N: I'm particularly happy with this piece. I hope you guys enjoy it.
She smiles at you – and her gaze were directed right at you.
It was Christmas at the Burrow – aunts and uncles were talking amongst themselves – your parents included, of course – and your older and younger cousins alike were running around the lot.
Fairy lights decorated the house – jingling lightly in the icy wind. Mistletoes were hung up, mainly for pure entertainment and trickery, of course.
She leads you outside, the snow falling lightly on your heads and you can't help but notice how pretty she looks like in the winter time.
She's a bit off, as the rest of the family puts it kindly, but you know better than to say anything at that. She smiles at you again, pulling your hand further into the snowy landscape.
"Louis, I've been meaning to say something to you." she says, and you brush a bit of snow off her nose – and you can feel her skin – soft; unusually soft, compared to your own rough hands.
"Go on." you say, waving for her to continue. Your mind thinks it's so wrong for you to be doing this, yes, but you can't seem to control what your emotions are doing.
"I really like you Louis – as more than a friend." she says, and looks at you with her blue eyes expectantly. You sigh.
"I do, too, Lucy – but we're cousins, remember? Not to mention your dad is going to kill me afterwards if he ever finds out." you say, and you know this wouldn't go well. You really do like her – love her, even, but family ties run deeper than blood.
"So?" she says stubbornly, and stomps her foot on the ground. She gently strokes your hair, and kisses your cheek.
Her warm lips brushed against your cold cheek – and the rest goes by in a blur. You lean in to kiss her – her eyes; you think, has more of a confused look to it than normal – and next thing you know her hands were interlaced with yours and all you remember doing as deepening the kiss farther before you realized what was wrong.
She always had the power of persuasion, yes; today was enough to prove it. Maybe it was the hormones of your fifteen-year-old self, no, or maybe it's you being so unprepared for this. She was your cousin – your closest best friend and mate you could ever ask for. Then again, this is taking advantage of her, yes, she's vulnerable and you break the kiss.
"Stop it, Lucy!" you say, and her eyes filled with tears.
She runs back through the Burrow – her brown hair flying in the gusty wind – tears running down her porcelain face – and then you feel a little bit guilty.
You run after her – and that's what you are; just a little boy chasing girls whenever they have their hearts broken. You think she's just naïve and will eventually get over you and – Merlin, yes – move on some other boy she's not related to, and live a happy life.
But you can't follow your own advice, no, because whenever you see brown hair like hers, and skin as smooth – you think back to that day in the Burrow – and you're distracted by your own desires – forgetting it was you who let this all happen.
You're just as lost in reality as she is – or maybe it's just you two with your minds the right-side up in this world of illusions.
A/N: This is my favorite story at of all the ones I have archived - since it actually makes some sense, well maybe - but to me it does. Comment on how I did with this.
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