Disclaimer: All characters are Joanne Rowling's.
Warning: Contains femslash.
Strawberry Slumber
By Liberty Ford
She's a girl, a woman and a work of art. I love her more than I've ever loved anyone in my whole life. She's beautiful and she loves me in return. I wish I could be with her, but I can't. Why? You may ask. Why? Because I can't tell people what I am, who I am. There'd be question after question and I'd be named. "That little dyke." If only they knew the love we share. We'd be so happy if it wasn't for other people.
I watch her as she sleep. She's so peaceful and innocent in her slumber. What we just did. It might be considered dirty by many people. Few could understand how beautiful it is.
I touch her face with my hand. Such pale, smooth flesh, freckles on her nose and cheeks. Her flaming red hair is just fallen everywhere, across her shoulders and down her back. On my pillow and tickling my face. She smells like strawberries and cream. Just like she always does.
She says we should stand up for ourselves and tell everyone in the world. "WE'RE TOGETHER!" I sometimes think she's a little delusional, but right. Deep down, I know she's right. We should stand up for what we believe. If house elves can do it, why can't we? My father's a deatheater. She knows this yet she still loves me. She even knows one day I'll probably be one, but she still loves me.
She's a fool really. If the Dark Lord himself asked me to kill her I probably would, that's just the sort of person I've been brought up to be. I'd make it painless of course. She wouldn't feel a thing. At least my conscience could rest with that.
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The knock woke me early and as the door opened I knew exactly who it was.
"Hello father."
"Is it done?"
"Yes father."
"Well done, Pansy. You've proved your worth."
"Thank you father."
He stared at me for a second then he walked to the bed, lifted up Ginny Weasley and left with her. She looked so alive. Her skin was always pale and in death she was still as beautiful.
The End