Day 7: 9 Crimes

"Leave me out with the waste

This is not what I do
It's the wrong kind of place
To be cheating on you
It's the wrong time
She's pulling me through
It's a small crime
And I got no excuse."

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She would whisper in my ear, sweet nothings to make me fall. I wouldn't do it. She didn't have this power over me. She couldn't, she wouldn't. I shook my head. Not here, not now. Not in this hell. No.

The wind blew against the window, whistling and creeping through the rotted panes. The room was dark, gloomy. Much like me. I sighed and sipped my stale coffee and took a drag from my cigarette. She appeared my shoulder. Did she not know when to quit? I sighed, and looked in her eyes. They were so blue, so sad.

"I have a girlfriend," I muttered to her, hoping she'd go away. Maybe I should have put more heart into it. Maybe I should have ... I don't know. I shook my head.

"What's your name, love?" She asked. Her teeth were kindof crooked, one overlapped the other. It was a little cute.

"Neville," I replied, taking another sip of my cold coffe, "Neville Longbottom."

She smiled at me, sitting across from me.

"That wasn't an invitation to sit by me," I said, rolling my eyes. "I have a girlfriend,"

"I'm Luna," she said, ignoring me, "Luna Lovegood,"

"Great," I finished my cigarette and sat there staring at her. She stared back, her eyes looked like a doe in headlights. She had very big blue eyes. Intoxicating. I found myself lost.

"Like what you see, love?" She was amused, a smirk was tugging at her lips, "You seem to be staring a lot."

I sighed, "What do you want?"

"Just to have a good time," she replied, frowning, "Is that too much to ask?"

"It is, when you're asking a man who is about to get married," I snapped, getting impatient.

She looked crestfallen and looked into my eyes. Here I was, intoxicated again by her stares.

"What your girl doesn't know, won't hurt her," she stated. I sighed.

"She would find out, I have connections to this town,"

She laughed, "So do I dear, but that doesn't stop me."

I looked at her once more, and then stood, "Thanks for the coffee, Luna,"

She looked puzzled, "But I didn't buy your coffee,"

"Tell the watiresses that..." I said, and stepped outside in the rain. I tilted my hat down over my eyes, smirked, and apparated home. Home sweet home.