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"Where do you go with your broken heart in tow? What do you do with the left over you? And how do you know when to let go? Where does the good go?"
Chapter Thirty Eight
"Where Does The Good Go"
Blaise and Hermione
Stop.
He couldn't.
Control.
He had none.
Fire.
It was there in her eyes. He knew it was only a matter of time until he got burned.
She ultimately drove him crazy, the scent of peonies and fresh parchment, the soft brush of her skin against his, the pout in her lips as she concentrated in class. It was all too much…just…
Too much.
And it was the force in which his lips covered hers, her skirt hitched with his softened hands stretched across her milky thighs, parting them as his hand dipped closer…
She was the good in his heart, the light that kept the darkness at bay, that kept his very heart beating within his chest. Corruption wasn't as few and far between as they all thought, and Blaise knew he was at the top of that concurrent list, and without Hermione, he was afraid that, surely, it would take him.
Move.
It was all he could seem to do.
Lies.
They spilled from his parted lips.
Her.
It was all he seemed to want these days. And he could never get enough.
He knew in those mind's eye he seemed to take so much pride in, that it would have been forbidden, he would have been an outcast. And yet, he still couldn't seem to stop his hands as they roamed her body, his lips as they traced her skin, his eyes…as they sought out hers.
No more.
It was over. With a few simple words from her pink lips, it was through. Their relationship, or whatever he wanted to call it for it seemed to be all his now, was a mere memory of nothing at all. No conformation to prove his time, to prove his own past love. To prove his feelings, however insignificant, at all.
And then of course, like the best of them do, he gained control. Left the pieces in the darkened classroom to be accompanied by the remaining whispers of moans caressing the cracks in the walls, the only memory he seemed to have left.
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Dedication: C. Adrien Cummings! I have one more after this to post and then I start on the new batch, I'm uber excited. :D
Author's Note: Written a little wierd, a little off. Hopefully you don't get fucked off P: Song by Tegan and Sara, Review! --Delta