Authoress: The Lost Weasley
Title: Worth it
Rating: PG, not graphic or anything, but slashy and angsty. H/D
I kissed his lips fervently. "We can't keep doing this."
"Why not?"
"We'll be caught. And besides. You've always been worried about your reputation, what is this going to do to it?"
He shushed me with a kiss, drawing me in deeper as if he never wanted to let go of me. He reluctantly broke the kiss and placed a finger across my lips.
"I want you to remember this. I want you to remember this forever. I know that we'll never be able to be together. But as long as I know you'll always need me, I'll be satisfied."
I never responded verbally. This time, it was I who took his face in my hands, drawing him into a kiss that was more out of clinging and longing than anything else. This was my last chance to prove to him that I was more than just something to be toyed with.
He took my message to heart, responding almost immediately. For this moment in time, we were alone, we were invincible. Nothing could tear us apart.
We spent the night together, consuming each other. There was no reason for it; it just felt right. Who gave a damn about reputations. He was mine and I was his. We fell asleep holding each other.
Sun shone through the small window, casting twisted beams across the floor where we had been. I was alone. I knew things would have to be the same as they always had. We'd see each other in the halls and he'd have to talk to me like I didn't matter. Then I'd look in his eyes, see the compassion, and realize it's all worth it.
Today was different, though. There was no compassion, no loving gaze. I couldn't read him. There was nothing left. I knew then that it had been our last night. My suspicions were confirmed with one spoken sentence.
"What are you staring at, scarhead?"