A/N: A small drabble of something that has been lurking in my head for quite time. Maybe if you guys like it and time is on my side, who knows maybe i can develop this into a nice story!
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He knew the moment she saw her that she was trouble. The moment the sorting hat sent him to Gryffindorf and sent her to Slytherin.
He knew from the moment her name rolled out of those pink lips that they were never meant to be.
Layla Crabbe.
He knew the moment he was named captain of the quidditch team that she was going to torture him.
Slytherin's head girl and the Gryffindorf captain.
He knew the moment he asked her to be his date for the Christmas ball that she was going to be the death of him.
He knew that he shouldn't allow her into his room.
He knew he shouldn't sink into her warmth and lose himself there. Yet he went back for more and more.
He knew the moment he saw that reddish brown hair like a halo around her head on his bed that he was in love.
He knew she was using him, but he couldn't bring himself to stop.
Voldemort.
He knew the moment she brushed her body against him in the midst of battle that she was going to be the death of him.
Yet he knew she wouldn't be the one to end his life.
He knew the moment that Voldemort fell dead that she was going to be chased.
He knew it was wrong, but he hid her. He hid her in his bed until she was forgotten outside.
He knew he shouldn't have done it.
He knew it for sure when he came back home and found her no more.
He just wished he could erase her body from his mind.
Layla.
Hips against hips.
Lips against lips.
Heavy breathing.
Hands desperately gripping everywhere.
His hands on her breasts.
Her hands on his stomach.
Hazel eyes meet brown.
Her breathy moan as she moved on top of him.
His grunt as he thrusts and moves inside of her.
He knew he was Oliver Wood.
He knew she was somewhere.
He knew his heart was stolen from him by a death eater.
He just knew that he wasn't getting it back.