Infestation of Her
He can’t sleep. Hasn’t been able to for weeks, and it’s all because of her. She’s like an infestation in his brain. He can’t eat without thinking about her.
He can’t get dressed without thinking about her. He can’t walk around the ministry without thinking about her. Can't even read a fucking book without thinking about her. Everything is just her, her, her.
Every day he sees her making her way towards her office at the ministry. Hips swaying back and forth, heels hitting the tile floors everywhere she goes. Fuck, she just knows how to reel him in.
He can’t pretend anymore. He can’t keep their relationship a secret. He can’t not be near her.
And so, he makes his way to her office.
And he opens the door. He doesn’t need to knock she knows it's him, she’s been waiting for him.
And when she looks up, he doesn’t see the confused look on her face. Just sees how much she loves him, how much she wants him, how fucking awestruck she is that he finally came to her.
And then he’s making his way over to her.
15 steps.
That's how many it takes for him to get to her and he takes them confidently. Because when he reaches her he plans to sweep her off her feet. To shower her in kisses and words of adoration.
To get on his knees in front of her after placing her on the desk and worshiping her.
And when he arrives at her chair, it's like she knows. She spins to meet him right as he's about to take her into his arms, except he never gets to.
Because now she's watching as he drops to the ground.
Watching as his chest stops rising and falling.
Watching as Aurors come in, seconds too late.
And then Harry is pushing through the crowd.
Watching as she drops to her knees, wand falling out of her hand. Listening to her sobs and her screams because she just fucking killed Draco Malfoy.