Don't own Harry Potter only own shay my oc, Rights to J.K Rowling

Flashback

Thoughts

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I can't help but think that one day I'll have my arch door made of oak. The laughter of innocent joy in a place I call my own, Besides me by my side he is.

If you give me what I want, then I'll give you what you like

Some nights my friend was a bottle of gin with a cigar, that jin turned into vodka, the cigar into a blunt. The fade to escape became a habit, The stars in my eyes made me ask how the story in my theater will play out, will he take the chance to hold me in exchange for a smoke. I wanted to forget with the lights off. Someday the scene will end weather its love I have no idea.

The vice breaks my back, treat me in a way that makes all think your my hero and not the one who made me fall.

When you treat me like that , I only get stronger

The smoke leaving my lips takes the sunlight, it highlights my lips. My eyes want to run , get away.

Smiling alone in the windowsill of a cabin in maine, my right leg folded into me as my left dangs outside the window.

Memories here have always been my favorite. It was like the movies, the christmas dinners, the socks on the mantel, their red velvet shape full with chocolate heaven.

Your hands hold my soul, take me to rome, bring down the sky.

Don't make me say now

I don't want to say it now

There's nothing more to say now

Don't tell me to be kind

I don't deserve to feel unwind

There's nothing more to say

Here you are when I close my eyes Fred, is it sinful to pretend to dance in the dark with you. Is it bad to want you to open me up , see the me raw in horrid truth. Run your hands through my hair, tug my strands pull my abysmal sea.

" Do you remember that night Fred?"

" Way to be specific I Remember it all, may 4th to be exact…"

" Bloody hell Fred.."

" Don't ask stupid questions then"

" Do you remember looking at the sunrise, we lost our shoes at the worst timing, the holiday festival was just underway. We fell feet first into the lake, I love that day."

" I found nature in your lips, the recital had a wonderful symphony"

"Excuse me?"

Fred's brown eyes bore into mine, I swear this idiot makes the strangest comments.

" You know fred sometimes I can't analyze you."

" Dense is the mind of a genius on his britches."

I stopped my reading and stared at the red head across from me. He was eating cinnamon crust, His eyes were on the piece of food between his two fingers.

"What does that even mean Weasley, you don't know half the crap that leaves that trap you call a mouth"

I picked up my book and headed out the great hall, I wanted to get the first shower before bed in the dorm. The walk flew by as my head was once again transported. I dumped my bag on the bed and grabbed a black button down made of polyester, and a pair of khaki shorts. The shower felt great, water cascaded down my body in spiritual ease. The scent of strawberries and green tea wafted around the bathroom as I lathered my body. Washing away the day and its energy, the purification at the end of the day to be clean and alive the next. My eyes close as my mind conscious goes into a corner, I start to hum. I tend to get lost in these things, I tend to let my curiosity run wild. The sensation of callous fingertips make me sigh, The thought of being held and

Carresses by the hands of my childhood friend. Is it unholy of me to feel the bite on my ear, to feel the flutter of the wings in my heart. These thoughts are poison, I screw with the thought that I'm a liability to Fred. I'm a toy to the grimmy fingers of a chaotic child, like many toys my life slams me to the ground.

"Shay! Hurry up! I need to sleep so get out before I break down this door!"

His voice, my voice where did it go. My back presses to the tile behind me, he tugs at my seams. I turn off the water with a blank stare, I let the water drip down my skin. My soul walks out wetting the floor with my feet. I slam open the door after wrapping a towel around my chest. My wet hair thrown over my left shoulder, The steam rushes out pulling the scents of my shampoo and wash, slamming them into my dorm mates. Red chest hair is what I notice first, My eyes look up only to be put into submission. The eyes are the window to the soul and I think I might of caught a peak behind Fred's curtain.

" You smell nice, There better be hot water Shay"

The peak was just a peak, Fred, I'd like to say I knew you but you never know anyone.

" If there's not?"

" You better hope there is I don't tolerate over indulgence of a naughty child."

With that Fred strides into the bathroom leaving me to meet the eyes of our dormate Rue Malfoy. His piercing blue eyes slithered up and down my form, Rue is a story in himself.

"Oi, Pervert! Your not making yourself any straighter looking at me like that."

I smirked at the annoyed expression that took place on Rues face. His blonde hair was shaved close, He was a tall muscular beater for the Gryffindor quidditch team.

" You shouldn't make comments that'll cost you your dignity hun"

"My dignity?"

" Your too prideful for your own good bottom , I could offer a strong hand to guide that fire."

" I'm sure you can but would I drop to my knees and ditch my mind?"

" Huh?"

" Sorry Malfoy your not getting hitched"

" Ha Ha ha…."

His eye roll was confirmation that the conversation was over and so was my time in a towel.

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I listen to music while I write and they inspire me again I don't own Harry Potter leave comments please and thank you. I haven't updated in a while because my aunt is visiting from Puerto rico, I love her so much. Her cheesecake is the best, I love homemade sweets.