Okay this is just an idea I had I wanted to know if its worth perusing or if I should let it die. I do have a full plan and in my mind it's a fairly short story. Also this is my first try at a Harry potter fan fic and the pairings kinda hg/dm. I don't own anything especially not Harry potter. that's all jk's and partially Warner bros now.
Oh yeah please review cause I could really use a lil help on what to do with it. Thanks
She lie in her bed alone and wanting. Her body encased in her favorite emerald green negligee, her favorite because it was his favorite. It was rather conservative in all honesty. It was made of a stunning emerald silk and black lace trim. It exposed enough to be tempting but nothing more. It had a matching robe that reached about mid thigh. That's not why it was special to her. It was special because it reminded her of better times. Times when he would be lying next to her on this very bed the emerald garment in a pile on he floor intermingled with some of his clothes that had been thrown off in there desperation. That was definitely better times. That was defiantly the past.
God she had loved him. She loved him with her heart, her soul, her everything because he was her everything. And she hoped he still knew this though she would never tell him again. But god how she wanted to. She would sacrifice almost everything just to see his face one more time, that bored expression on his face for the world but in his eyes was love. The sexy infuriating smirk, the angry scowl, and his heart-breakingly beautiful smile, and no matter what expression he had when he looked at her there was always love in those silver depths. And now she would never again see him and nothing she could imagine could hurt like this, be a more effective torture than this was.
A lone tear streaked slowly down her face from the deep dark chocolate eyes down the smooth flushed cheeks over the corner of the delicate pink lips and past her rounded chin and down her slender throat and into her cleavage. He used to kiss away her tears. When she had lost her virginity to him on her seventeenth birthday and the pain that the intrusion of her body had caused. He had kissed away her tears then . And when she had finally told her two closest friends that she loved him and they were together, had been for a year, and would be for many more in the future and they had called her insane and refused to even talk to her for a month for her supposed betrayal, he had kissed away those tears each and every time too. And even when he had insisted that she try horse back riding and she fell and sprained her ankle he had kissed away her tears and kept her mind off the pain. He wouldn't be there to kiss them away this time no matter how much she wished for it.
Her body was curled into the fetal position and her rich mahogany curls lay spread out around her the smooth black sheets rumpled at the corner of the bed and the rich hangings torn from there hangings. The paintings on the walls were all crooked and the photo album empty and tossed to the corner farthest away from the bed, pictures strewn throughout the spacious room. All of their precious moments now crumpled torn and broken. Just like the woman on the bed, an angel, a disturbingly beautiful fallen angel. Broken and torn and just an empty shell, the remnants of what used to be a loving girl soo full of life that it just seemed to radiate from her.
Ok so that's kinda the beginning and please let me know what you think . I would really appreciate it.