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Surround Me Now
She was a good girl. The quidditch captain, a model student, a Gryffindor, Fred Weasley's girlfriend; she was all these things. At least she was during the day.
She was dark, like the night. Her hair hung down her back in braids. Her deep eyes seemed to pierce the darkness. She was part of the night.
When shadows fell she became someone new. She was free. She did all the things she wasn't supposed to, the worst of all these things was loving me. I thought she loved me.
It would be a lie to say I never cared. It would be far easier. To wipe those memories from my mind, but my heart stills my hand. I treasure those remembrances.
She gave herself over to me every night. I would ravish her body, mind, and soul. Afterwards, I would pretend she was mine. Mine to hold and to care for. Mine, even during the daylight hours.
Then, when first light broke she would be gone.
Later, I would see her with him. The one who was allowed to love her, whom she was allowed to love. He would smile at her, and sure enough she would return his smile. I waited for the day she wouldn't return the gesture. I never grew tired of waiting.
I envisioned one day she would leave him. She would cross the length of the Great hall and sit next to me. She would lean over and kiss me. The entire school would stop and look at them, admiring their love. Love with the power to transcend house lines.
If I told her that I loved her, I doubt she would care. She had the best of both. She had her knight in shining armor and loved being held captive by me. Each morning I let her return to him.
He was none the wiser. How I hated him. I wonder if he knew, would he still want her? Would she have no one to run to? Would it make her stay?
He did not deserve her, whether I possessed her or not. He was poor and dull. She never argued with this. She knew she deserved better and had sought me out. Yet, somehow I remained the secret and he held her hand in the corridors.
One night, she laid in my arms and looked at me and smiled.
"Your eyes are beautiful," she said quietly. I look at her for only a moment.
"You're beautiful," I whisper back. She kisses me softly.
"I like how you whisper in the dark," she tells me quietly. She disentangles herself from my bed sheets. She grabs her Gryffindor robes from the ground.
"I want you to stay the night," I said without thinking. I forgot the one rule. There is no attachment. She picks up her quidditch jumper, Johnson splayed across the back.
"You know I can't," she replies steadily, without looking up from the floor.
"I know you won't." I shoot back, trying to hurt her.
"David, please," she says simply, slipping her jumper over her head.
"I love you, Angelina."
"What do you want me to do? Jump into your arms? Tell Fred, 'Sorry, but this whole time I've been with the Slytherin Chaser!' Marry you?" she demands angrily.
"Would you?" I ask carefully.
"What?" She is so startled and shocked.
"Marry me?"
"David, just stop. Why discuss that which will never come to pass?" she asks reassuring herself, ignoring me.
"I love you," I repeat, hoping it changes something.
"This wasn't supposed to happen," she mumbles to no one. She seats herself on the edge of the bed, gracefully.
"You should leave him and marry me? We would have it all," I state assuredly. She doesn't say anything.
Moments later she leaves me, alone once more.
She stops coming. Fred and her flaunt their relationship in the corridors between classes.
One day, her back splits and I gather up her books with her.
"Yours, Johnson," I say handing her the books and turns to leave.
"Yours, Montague," she says touching her hand to her heart. She never knows if he did hear her.