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Fairy Tale Endings

By Emerald Riddle 3/05

Watching you walk down the aisle in that beautiful dress, with a flushed face and bright eyes, reminds me. I remember that night we spent up in the Astronomy Tower. We didn't know where we were going, or even what we doing at all. I sometimes wonder if it all was just a dream... something I made up to keep myself from going mad. Then I remember your breath against my lips, warm and moist, and your faint giggles as I kissed every available part of you I could find. What we did was wrong, we should never have done it. Yet, even as I try to convince myself of that, I know it's pointless.

I loved every second up there. I loved every single moment of fervent kissing and whispered enticements. It was a promise meant to be broken, a lie we told ourselves to mask our pain. With every moan of pleasure a bell rang in my head to warn me of the consequences. That I should leave. That I should stop kissing my best friend's girlfriend.

I never stopped.

I remember your reluctant groans of "Oh, Harry... we really shouldn't... Harry..." before your voice broke off as we continued our passionate dance. Sweat slicked your breasts as our bodies rubbed together. Flesh on flesh. Heat on heat. Lover on lover.

We betrayed Ron; I betrayed Ron! And we enjoyed every gasping breath of heated air we inhaled as we moved as one. I remember your touches. Your hands fondling my thin body and groping for reassurances that we'll be all right. That we would be okay and together in the end. We should have been, Hermione. We should have been...

It was if we have been lovers all our lives, not virgins to one-another. Definitely not virgins altogether. Every move we made was in sync. I even wondered if the blood pumping through our veins, the breathes we took, our very heartbeats, were in sync as well. It sure seemed like it at the time.

Our bodies were like pieces of a puzzle. I always hear people say that, but never believed it until that moment. It was hard not to. We fit so perfectly together; it had to be true.

Then, like waking up from a dream, it all faded away... The shards of memories I saved from that night are so clouded and broken, I thought it must have been imagined. It seemed to perfect, too beautiful to be real.

You look so beautiful in that white dress, Hermione. Even now, I see your eyes searching the crowd. Searching for me. Our eyes meet, and for a split second, time slows down. Then you turn away. It was always you turning from me, Hermione.

I never loved anyone quite so much as I loved you. As much as I love you. Yes, even now. Even now while you march down the aisle in that beautiful silk dress, I still love you. People say I'm a fool for believing in fairy tale endings. And now, as I watch you turn to Ron and say "I do," I'll have to agree.

Then I see your eyes, searching. Searching for something else. That is when I hope. I hope because that is what I do; it's what I have done all my life. I sit and watch and hope for our fairy tale ending. I hope to feel your breath, warm and moist, against my lips once again.

THE END