A/N: A short little thing I wrote when I should have been working on something else. *spanks herself* It's Hermione/Ginny from Hermione's POW.
Warning: Some strong language! You have been warned!
Obsession
- Don't look at me like that.
(you make me want to
throw my books against the wall
fuck books
no no no no no no no no no
fuck you)
What are you saying? You don't make any sense. It's not me. It's not me. I can't decipher anything that comes out between those lips. It's not me. Nothing makes any sense.
(moaning
whimper
begging for more
crying out my name
yes
just like that
harder
oh god
am i really hearing all this?)
There's something in the air. Something I'm breathing in. Chemicals. Drugs. Toxicated by something that makes me hear all those delicate sounds every time I look or even think about those lips that I want to kiss because it's deadly not to like it's deadly not to take insulin if you need it.
(i need those lips
kisses
i need
not only want
need
for survival)
One day I will jump on you and fuck you to next tuesday or maybe even next year. I want to feel your body on top of me.
(your breath on my skin keeping me alive)
I want you to suffocate me with your closeness until we are glued together, all body parts as one. When I come – please – I want you to kill me. There are no perfect endings and no fairy tales, not even in this magical world.
(you are just sitting there
you still don't make any sense
and you are so blind
i could almost hate you
almost)