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Written for the LJ Community Unity Challenge: War.
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She silently waits in the shadows for him to come as she tries to remember memories.
Sometimes, when not busy, they would meet in an old abandoned house for a few fragile moments with each other. She would lie contently in his embrace and they would let the soft lull of the night overcome them. At the break of dawn, the realities of war would come back again and they would kiss, no words needed, then part to go back to their own duties.
Her, being the best friend of the boy-who-lived, and him, as the son of the Dark Lord's right hand man.
It has been months since she saw him last. He still haunts her dreams and it makes her reluctant to wake up. Occasionally, she forgets how his hands would entangle at the bend of her waist; how he clumsily fumbles at the folds of her robe; how her skin feels against his body; how his kisses make her feel special. She sometimes forgets those things but she does not forget how her heart throbs for him.
She worries though, that time and war would make her forget.
That it would make him forget.
That is why she waits.