Disclaimer: These aren't my characters, they're JKR's, sadly I am making no money out of this.
A/N: An idea I had today before running to work. No idea where it came from to be honest.
Broken
We were sworn enemies from the very beginning; so alike, yet still worlds apart.
Considering we were never supposed to be together, the sound of my friends trying to console me falls on deaf ears. They should never have found out, let alone have to sit here and whisper soothing words into my ear.
She's hurting, I know that much. Yet, her compassion wins through and even though she longs to let her own emotions take hold, she stands firm, her stare unperturbed and the palm of her hand resting against my cheek as she tells me that everything will be OK.
But, how can everything be OK when I've lost you? You were the one person who could make me feel both loved and hated in the same moment. Even though your lips would try to bring me down, your eyes told a different story. Each glance spared in my direction would be one of complete and utter devotion.
The last time our eyes locked it was as if you knew where the moment would lead. Your usually ice cold stare raged with a fire I had never seen before. Below the surface, your emotions were bubbling over. You had broken our gaze abruptly, my best friend now at your side, and then together you ran out onto the battle field. I hear him now, his words echoing in my head, telling me how you intended to do this all along. Of course you had, you just hadn't anticipated destroying me in the process.
Her fingers move to brush wisps of hair from my eyes, words soft and considerate as she says that she understands. She doesn't understand, and I know that she never will. Today I broke her heart. She tells me that she still loves me, that it doesn't matter. But I know different, I know that tomorrow she will hate me, and tomorrow will be the hardest day of our lives.
I bring my hand tentatively to your face, and I almost want to draw it away again as I feel how cold your skin is against the tips of my fingers. I'm trying to understand why you've done this. But my mind is so consumed with the thought of you leaving me here alone that it hardly matters why, only that you have.
The rain is falling heavily now, the ground around me muddy, but I can't move. I'm paralysed. If I move I know that I'm never going to see you again. How can I leave you lying there? This wasn't supposed to be our ending.
Beside me she's crying softly, tugging on the sleeve of my shirt and begging me to go with them, and a part of me really wants to follow her instruction, wants to let the healing begin. But I don't think I know how.
You lie there before me, golden hair matted with dirt and dried blood, your eyes lifeless as you stare into the heavens. It's sinking in now, this is actually real.
Withdrawing my fingers quickly and closing my eyes from the sight, she immediately takes hold of my hand with her own and pulls me to standing, curling her tiny frame around my own in comfort. I lay my head against her shoulder, hiding from the world. I don't cry.
She leans into me, all the while whispering words of encouragement, wanting me to let my emotions show. There would be no point in crying. It won't bring you back to me. Crying won't give us the ending we had planned. She doesn't know, she won't ever know.
I loved you; I wish I could have told you that.
She'll sit up with me tonight, all night if she has to, waiting for me to tell her the truth about us and wanting an explanation and answers to her questions. I don't have any answers. You made me feel alive and exhilarated, and that is the only answer I have.
We were sworn enemies… and then you kissed me.