Black Black Heart
Disclaimer: The characters used in this fic do not belong to me, and neither does the song. The characters belong to J.K Rowling and the song is owned by David Usher.
Something ugly this way comes, through my fingers sliding inside.
All these blessings, all these burns, I'm godless underneath your cover.
Search for pleasure, search for pain in this world now I am undying.
I unfurl my flag, my nation helpless...
She opens up to him, glad as always to be nothing when she is with him. He makes her want to be that way; just a body to be held, touched, kissed, ravaged. When she is with him she is not a witch, not an enemy, not a lover, not a person. This is the escape from what she is to what she needs. He kisses her roughly, his arms placed in such a way that she is trapped; she cannot leave his hold.
Black black heart, why would you offer more?
Why would you make it easier on me to satisfy?
I'm on fire; I'm rotting to the core,
I'm eating all your kings and queens, all your sex and your diamonds...
His hands scorch across her shoulders and run up to the nape of her neck, fingertips leaving trails of fire across her bare skin. Robes lie in rumpled black mounds on the floor; their clothing is discarded almost as soon as they meet. She hooks her arm around his neck and pulls him closer; the sensation of skin on skin is barely enough. She wants to taste him, please him, be him.
As I begin to lose my grip on these realities you're sending;
Taste your mind and taste your sex, I'm naked underneath your cover.
Covers lie and we will bend and borrow with the coming sign.
The tide will take, the sea will rise and time will rape...
They roll over, the Room of Requirement doing its best, once again, to provide them with all they need. Sheets become tangled in the plethora of limbs, the black cotton a stark contrast to pale skin flashing and peeking through the covers. She feels no guilt or pain or sin, just as he feels no want or need or longing. They need what they want and they get what they need.
Black black heart, why would you offer more?
Why would you make it easier on me to satisfy?
I'm on fire; I'm rotting to the core, I'm eating all your kings and queens, all your sex and your diamonds...
They sit on opposite sides of the bed, backs turned away from each other as they dress. Outside a pink dawn has broken, the day looks fresh and new and clean. She finishes dressing quicker than him and looks around, smiling softly to herself. Last night has accomplished what it was supposed to- her mind is sharp and free. She tucks her wand into her pocket and begins to walk out when something stops her. He is still sitting on the edge of the massive bed, silvery hair flopping over his eyes and hiding his face. Memories of last night wash over her like water and for a moment she stands still, just thinking. Their years at school are over now, the graduation ceremony is later that evening. Last night was the last time.
She smiles again and walks away.
Black black heart, why would you offer more?
Why would you make it easier on me to satisfy?
I'm on fire; I'm rotting to the core,
I'm eating all your kings and queens, all your sex and your diamonds,
All your sex and your diamonds,
All your sex and your diamonds,
All your sex and your diamonds.
I'm not really sure about the last three sentences of this, so if anyone has any ideas I'd really appreciate it.