Vampire
There was something unusual about this feeling; something different from all the other times. Before, with Lavender, it had been scary, so scary, always in secret and always in fear - if someone had found out, you would have been doomed. And now she was with Him, the one you thought you’d loved, you had to wonder - why it was exactly that they were allowed to kiss in the common room, (allowed by Lavender, not restrictions,) when you and she had been so silent: rushed kisses in toilets between classes, or waiting ‘till the corridors were dark and no one was near. Why you always sprang apart at the slightest noise (or at least, she sprang away from you).
With this, it somehow felt different. Where once there had been fear in your partner in crime, for so it seemed to her, despite her being the perpetrator, the initiator, and the saph, there was now love, an adoration, which she had no desire to hide. Just yesterday, in time’s view, you had been living in constant fear that you would be found; not for the shame of it, but because if you were she would leave you, and your desire would be quashed, dirtied; for until then it had always been pure.
When she started ignoring you, you worried, and She had sensed that worry. In just days she stopped you and asked what was wrong, and when in desperation your pulled her to you and kissed her lips, the thoughts that Lavender had drummed into you, the thought that you were doomed, rose up inside and you felt almost faint. But when she smiled; when she leaned back in and kissed you again, when she was, of all things, pleasantly surprised, it threw you. It seemed so strange, that now, instead of being pulled into reeking lavatories or behind tapestries she would come to you, creeping, a mischievous smile on her face, in the night. That she would curl up next to you, touch you, go further than Lavender had ever gone, and not be afraid to be found there, hair tangled with yours, in the morning. That she would slump down in a single armchair with you in the common room, and play with your hair as you read and she chatted to Harry; these were mysteries. And you became so wrapped up in Her that you didn’t notice Lavender watching, not for the longest time. Not until you realised that she was still in awe of you, and that in fact, though you had not realised it, you had always been the one In Control. But you did not care. Now you feel you have everything, for at the end of the day you have Her, and she is there when you wake up in the mornings. You can see her face in the glistening sunlight, her flame-red hair shining, eyes glittering, skin incandescent and pure; like her feelings for you, and yours. No longer will you skulk in shadows, not seeing your lover, only faltering as a tap drips meters away, then departing.
For all she had left you your desires had not been sullied. In her leaving, with her shadows and secret desires, she took away any dirt she may have squandered upon you, took away the fear of light. And in her place had fallen an angel, who shone light upon your very soul, making it clear to all who saw you together; and you did not mind.
With this, it somehow felt different. Where once there had been fear in your partner in crime, for so it seemed to her, despite her being the perpetrator, the initiator, and the saph, there was now love, an adoration, which she had no desire to hide. Just yesterday, in time’s view, you had been living in constant fear that you would be found; not for the shame of it, but because if you were she would leave you, and your desire would be quashed, dirtied; for until then it had always been pure.
When she started ignoring you, you worried, and She had sensed that worry. In just days she stopped you and asked what was wrong, and when in desperation your pulled her to you and kissed her lips, the thoughts that Lavender had drummed into you, the thought that you were doomed, rose up inside and you felt almost faint. But when she smiled; when she leaned back in and kissed you again, when she was, of all things, pleasantly surprised, it threw you. It seemed so strange, that now, instead of being pulled into reeking lavatories or behind tapestries she would come to you, creeping, a mischievous smile on her face, in the night. That she would curl up next to you, touch you, go further than Lavender had ever gone, and not be afraid to be found there, hair tangled with yours, in the morning. That she would slump down in a single armchair with you in the common room, and play with your hair as you read and she chatted to Harry; these were mysteries. And you became so wrapped up in Her that you didn’t notice Lavender watching, not for the longest time. Not until you realised that she was still in awe of you, and that in fact, though you had not realised it, you had always been the one In Control. But you did not care. Now you feel you have everything, for at the end of the day you have Her, and she is there when you wake up in the mornings. You can see her face in the glistening sunlight, her flame-red hair shining, eyes glittering, skin incandescent and pure; like her feelings for you, and yours. No longer will you skulk in shadows, not seeing your lover, only faltering as a tap drips meters away, then departing.
For all she had left you your desires had not been sullied. In her leaving, with her shadows and secret desires, she took away any dirt she may have squandered upon you, took away the fear of light. And in her place had fallen an angel, who shone light upon your very soul, making it clear to all who saw you together; and you did not mind.