She could still remember those silver eyes, like liquid mercury, glinting and shining just beyond a cloudy cover.
A touch so soft and delicate it could stroke against the current of the feathers on an owl without ruffling them.
A smell so potent and intoxicating, it was almost visible as bright clouds of colors overflowing the air, pushing each other aside.
A whisper so smooth it could stimulate every hair follicle in her ears to the fullest extent, yet still leave each one intact, and standing at attention.
The tiniest pressure caused by the breath on her neck.
The shiver, for light feather-like finger tips were gliding across her back.
The gentle caress of lips against lips.
She could remember it all.
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.
There was a hell like none she had ever experienced in her five years at Hogwarts. The sort of hell that nobody can help you with. The sort that you never really recover from. It was closing in all around her, suffocating her, pushing at her from all sides, and resulting in her gasping for air. Each time, she just barely managed to painfully choke some oxygen down her throat. Whenever an attack hit her, she immediately lost all of her strength. Her knees would buckle and she would lie on the floor for hours, hugging her knees to her chest and rocking back and forth with hardly muffled sobs and tears leaking out of her red, swollen eyes.
The others didn't understand what was wrong. They couldn't know, of course, but even if they did, their horror, disappointment, and disgust would only make her feel worse. Usually, one would kneel beside her, pat her back, tell her it was all okay. More than once they had confronted her to talk about her behavior, but she refused to speak with them. Not just them, but everyone. Her grades, once stellar, were now at their all-time low, and her other friends had given up trying to be friendly. She started skipping classes, then whole days, then weeks. School was a bad joke.
What a fool I had been.
A/N: Yay! Epic switch to first person at the end! Okay, so really cheesy beginning, but cheese is yummy so it's all good. The rest is better. I have actually already written this whole fanfiction, but I refuse to post the next chapter unless I get a review! Seriously, I don't care what you say. Just getting a review makes me jump with joy! And I can promise you that this fanfiction will be complete, so don't worry about that! As long as you review! Cheers!
And! Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling, and if I was, I would be happy. She owns these characters. And also, credit goes to Charles Dickens for his awesome quote from Tale of Two Cities!