Maybe, on a day far from now, she will heal, and the rage will simmer, and she'll be able to look at them and smile, knowing they can never bring her that low again. Or, the guilt will cease - becoming irretrievabl...

After Hogwarts, there's nothing. Nothing at all. There's no one waiting on him. No one to want him. No one but himself. There won't be freedom. He'll just be locked in a bigger prison. Where others will spit and ga...

His eyes are molten, it gives her the hint that he's about to finish, and it makes all the little signals more evident; the rapid rise and fall of his chest, the painful grip on her curls, his parted lips, the way...