A/N: Well here's your reason for that M rating. Song was bugging me since I saw Trolls last weekend.

viraha - (n.) the realization of love through separation [hindi]

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, I just like to play with the characters.

Enjoy

~Starbuck

I've been alone with you inside my mind
And in my dreams I've kissed your lips
A thousand times
I sometimes see you pass outside my door

Hello!
Is it me you're looking for?
I can see it in your eyes
I can see it in your smile
You're all I've ever wanted
And my arms are open wide

'Cause you know just what to say
And you know just what to do
And I want to tell you so much
I love you

I can hear the song playing in the background. I didn't realize that being a Slytherin was this hard. When I was first sorted I believed that it was easy. After all, it was supposed to be in my blood, but after the war and realizing that I need to finish my education whether or not that meant an 8th year at Hogwarts. But I can't help when I have spent all summer watching him that I would naturally start dreaming about him too. It was obvious that he wasn't interested in Hermione any longer. If he caught me looking at him, it was always because he was looking at me.

I move my hand over breasts imagining that it's his. Conjuring the image of the days he would work shirtless. Hard muscles under that freckled complexion. Sweat dripping from the ends of his flaming locks. I wish he was over me, and I was the reason he was sweating. My hand moves lower, I can't help but to tease myself. You don't get the nickname the "Slytherin Bitch" without also being a tease. My fingers dip into my panties, drawing slow lazy circles over my clit. I move lower and thinking about him entering me and filling and stretching me instead of just my digits. I envision that he's hung, and that it can barely fit because it fills me so completely. I continue to pump my fingers in and out slowly at first, until I'm panting from the movements. I gently pull on my nipples until my orgasm takes over.

It's not just about the hot passionate sex. It's about the way my heart flutters when he's near me. I fancy him, I like him, I love him. I know that I am not good enough for his pure heart, and Gryffindor bravery. But the more time I realize that I may have always fancied him and when he didn't return last year, I realized that I loved him. Now I only need to get him to notice me. My breathing returns to normal, and I finally leave my dorm room. The 8th years share a common room I see him sitting there on the couch next to the Boy Who Lived Twice.

"Hey Pansy, come join us!" he asked genuinely.

"Sure, I'd love to Ron"