Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me. This is a Femslash, Don't like dont read. This is my first time writing this pairing after reading hphglover's Seduced by a Veela. Its an absolutely lovely story that you guys should check out. All reviews are appreciated.
Obsession
"You cut me.
You break me.
You make me cry.
You hold me.
You kiss me
But sometimes you make me want to die."
She chanted the words over and over again in her mind as she stares down at her. She lightly brushes her fringe away from her forehead, hoping not to wake her up. She holds her breath as she feels her stir in bed and keeps still till she could feel her breathing become heavy again.
It is only during the waking hours such as these, does she allow herself to indulge in the moment and believe that she only belonged to her; that she does not have to return back home to her husband and kids.
However she knows that indulging herself in such thoughts is dangerous for both of them. They were already too involved with each other and it was beginning to arouse suspicions among their friends and family. She sighs knowing that she has to leave her home before the first call of the morning train. She lovingly strokes her cheek and mummers "Fleur honey, you got to wake up".
She rolls over and blearily looks up at her, a small breathtaking smile lighting up her face. She stretches and sits in an upright position, exposing her pale and flawless naked torso into the streaming rays of morning light. Taking in her wistful and broken expression, she loses her smile. Fleur knew how much this was hurting her, to have to be the other woman in the relationship. She knew she should let her go and she, her. She was still so young and full of possibilities. Yet they could not, they were both head over heels in love with each other. They were addicted and they both knew it.
She quickly lowers her eyes in guilt, desperate to tear away from the broken expression. Wearing her clothes quickly she turns around to give her an assuring smile before muttering, "Soon" and disappearing out the front door.
Hermione slumps backwards onto their bed. She could still smell her, on the bed. She knew she had it bad and wish she could get rid of her feelings for her. She sighs in frustration and twirls the promise ring in the finger she had given her eight months ago. "Soon." She thinks to herself, "Soon she will be together with her, her addiction, and her obsession."
~end.