He stood up and walked over to the door. She fidgeted a little in her sleep, but otherwise remained quite peaceful. Thank God. He hadn't meant to fall asleep in the first place, he wanted only to lay awake and wait for her to fall asleep before he left, but he was more tired out after the sex than usual. He tried to love her, but twenty years of programmed hating of her kind was hard to undo.
I got to keep moving to stay warm 'cause I'm freezing in this room
And if I prove no good here I'll skip to where I should
It's only an imaginary vigil that we keep
You salvage what you need I'll take the love you leave
He wanted to be able to love her, but he couldn't. If anything he hated her. He walked towards the door and looked at her one more time before leaving and cursed at himself. She was beautiful, he didn't deserve her, she deserved more than a string of one-night-stands. He couldn't give her that. He left as he did every time he did this through the back door and apparated back to the mansion. It wasn't a complicated relationship, it was take what you want and then leave. They needed sex every now and then, they both happened to be quite good at sex.
I love your way
I can't explain
What made me change
He did try, he just didn't care about her all that much. They were polar opposites.
Evil to Good,
Pure to Mud,
Pale to Tan,
Blonde to Brown,
Clear to Freckled.
I'm wading in deeper ever deeper as I go
I drown the whole idea as I drift away from you
It's only and imaginary vigil that we keep
You salvage what you need I'll take the love you leave
He always went to her and she always knew he was coming, knew he would be there, but something felt different about this night, she apparated to the empty mansion and walked to the study. He was there not paying attention. She got his attention. He walked around the desk and scooped her into his arms. "Harry just died," she muttered as she started crying he scooped her into his arms and carried her to his bedroom. He lay down with her, what would he do afterwards he couldn't leave his own home, she had him cornered.
And as the memory gathers dust, buried in its crust
Are the remains of what we've done and the seeds of what we just begun
The tapping of the rain beats a corrugated drum
And the city glow well it pulses on to the city hum
Until the day is done
He supposed he'd have to make her breakfast.
AN: What do you think, my first attempt at a Songfic. Oh, yeah the song is Love Your Way by Powderfinger. R and R.
