Round Six
We were both masters at the game now The rules were unspoken and understood
The first one to admit an attraction
Lost
I knew exactly why I was playing
It was enticing
Exhilarating
She was beautiful
And in over her head
I enjoyed the powerful feeling I got
Watching her eyes cloud with
Anger
Arousal
Shock
Confusion
There were two sides to that coin
It was unbearable when
She
Won
She dangled her innocent honeyscented being
Before me
A bauble
To be yanked away with a soft twisted smile
She enjoyed
Power
Perhaps as much as I
And the sad thing was
We both
Knew
How this would end
But we kept on
Pretending
Dreaming
That this game
Would never end
The days turned into weeks
And
No one
Said a thing
It had become so normal
It didn't press on my mind quite as much
And my sleep
And work returned to their normal pacing
Pansy stopped whiny
For the most part
Everything was normal
Then God
Or whatever entity in charge of us
threw a wrench into the entire setup of things.
She got sick.
And she's so stubborn
She should have gone to the hospital wing
Hours ago
But she went to Potions anyway
And Potions is our class
We play our game on a higher level
We do spiteful little things
Make it seem as if we
Desperately
Hate each other
But really
We're flirting in the most
Obscenely
Juvenile
Way
I pass by her desk
And knock things off
She trips me as I pass
Really we are
Simply
Longing for more physical contact
Today
Today is different
She's distracted
Rubbing her temples
and I can't help it
I'm worried
I wish I weren't
I wish I weren't
Wish I weren't
I shouldn't be
But she looks
Helpless
But fighting anyway
It's beautiful
Snape's face is gleeful almost
He enjoys this
No
"Granger! Go fetch the skin from the closet!"
She nodded weakly
No
And stood up
No
Far too quickly
No
She was out before she hit the ground
I stopped thinking
I just acted
I lifted her so carefully
And was carrying her from the room
Before her so called friends had even moved
I carried her all the way to the Hospital Wing
Everyone got out of my way
I must have looked mad
The Prince of Slytherin carrying one of the Golden Trio
In his arms like a baby
Or a lover
I sat by her bedside
As Pomfrey bustled around her
She didn't even tell me to leave
I leaned against her bed
Resting my head on my folded arms
Watched her sleep
Fell asleep
"He carried you all the way from Potions."
I came awake at the sudden voice
But pretended otherwise
"He did?"
Her honey voice was soft
Strained
Tired
Madame Pomfrey strode over
I could hear her sensible shoes
Squeakclick against the floor
"He wouldn't let anyone else touch you.
Fought like a mountain cat at anyone who tried to help."
I flushed
Was I that obvious?
"I couldn't make him leave despite my urging"
Why was she lying?
She never told me to leave
"So I let him stay.
Be sure to hold on to him; he's a keeper."
So that's why
She thought she was aiding the cause of young love
I felt thin fingers run through my hair
I couldn't help myself
I leaned into her touch
Pathetic really
How I couldn't resist
How I… cared…
Where did we go from here?