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The boy he didn't know
Chapter VIII
Burying my face in your messy hair, clutching your body even tighter to mine, all the emotions hidden inside me poured out and I cried.
My shirt was wet from your tears, but I didn't notice, eyes closed, body numb.
Your whispers died down and instead of banging your fist against my chest you gripped the fabric of my shirt. I didn't notice.
I don't know how long we sat like that, comforting each other in a lonely hallway in the middle of the night.
But I know that when your tears decreased and your heartbeat returned to normal you became tense.
And I noticed it.
My face still buried in you hair I could hear you take some deep ragged breaths and feel the shiver that went through your small frame.
One small word, just something that came out with your breath, one small word with so many questions.
"Why?"
I couldn't answer. I can't answer.
"I..." – swallowing heavy – "I don't know."
One of my hands found its way into your hair, lightly starting to caress the raven locks that my eyes always seek instead of the Snitch.
"Harry I – "
"Don't call me Harry". Your voice suddenly steady, cold and emotionless.
You started to rise again, and I didn't stop you. Untangling yourself from my limp arms you stood up. Just standing there in front of my once proud form, but now only a crumbled shell.
Still refusing to look at your face my gaze was at your shoes, even if my eyes had been tearless I still wouldn't be able to focus.
One single drop of water fell from above, landing on the floor in front of your feet and I had something to focus on. A drop of water.
Another one fell down.
I closed my eyes, took at deep breath and raised my head. Not ready to face you, but not having the courage not to.
Fighting my inner battle, I had my head turned upwards, eyes still closed as I tried to hold my eyes closed.
I opened them slowly, focused and looked at the place your face had been just seconds ago.
But now the only thing left was the solid stone at the opposite wall.
Gazing at the floor again, trying hard to breathe I focused my whole world on the two drops of water on the floor, the two drops of your tears.
DM
TBC
Author: There's really not much action in these chapters, but don't worry it'll change.
Thanks to all my reviewers and to all who just reads the story.
I hope this chapter cleared up some of the confusion in the last one.
