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she sleeps with her hands crossed over her flat chest, hands balled into impotent fists. her face is still and composed, solemn in the dim light of my wand. i am startled when she awakens, the light gleaming back from her eyes, two pinpoints of light. i try to smile, the corners of my mouth twitch sluggishly. 'ginny,' i breathe. her childs face is only uncertain, wondering what i would be doing here at this time of night. i reach out my hand and touch her face, closing her eyes gently. with that i am free.

her eyes remain closed, lashes casting dark shadows on her cheeks. i can feel her waiting, her tiny body tensing almost involuntarily. i smooth one hand over her legs, which are still covered by her bedclothes. my hands are shaking, the light jerking and uncovering shadows in her small room. i can see her vanity, with stuffed dolls and clothes scattered. her dresser, each drawer firmly shut. i remember touching her underclothes and jammies, breathing in the clean scent.

when i touch my lips to hers she jerks and her eyelashes flutter. i kiss her soft lips almost reverently. her mouth is shut tightly against mine. it is a door i must transverse. my tongue slides along the seam of her closed mouth, searching for entry. she trembles and her mouth is reluctantly open. when i touch my tongue to hers she jerks her own tongue back, as if burned. my kiss is heated, my body is shaking. this is my first kiss.

i pull back and she slackens. my hand reaches out and uncrosses her arms. her hands are open, white starfish. i press a kiss to one. then i run my hand over her undeveloped chest, as if searching for something. my body feels overheated and my breath is harsh in my ears. it sounds desperate. i stroke her arms and along her sides. i stroke the insides of her thighs through the bedclothes. she is trembling and her eyelashes look black and wet. i taste the salt of her tears and whisper love into her ears. 'nox.' when i ease back into the shadows she sighs, her hands small at her sides. a smile twitches at my mouth, a smile that twists and slithers and feels too small.

i visit her at night until second year, becoming bold enough to touch bare flesh and tremble underneath the power of her skin and feel my cock twitch. when school starts she will stare at me with dark eyes, shadows stretching like bruises underneath her eyes. she writes in a black book and smiles with her mouth. i am forgotten.

when harry brings her out of the chamber of secrets she is crying, pale tears strange on her face. her eyelashes wet. i wonder what she will do if i place my mouth over her eyes. harry's face is almost stern. i stretch out my arms and runs into them. she is trembling and she whispers into my ears the same love i poured into hers that first night.

when school is over and we are back in the burrow i visit her one night. my cock hard and my face very white. i think of her pressed against me in the underground tunnel after she had returned, her face streaked with dirt and tears. i think of her childs face and her closed eyes. i do not say 'lumos.' i don't want to see those eyes, turned suddenly so old. i can feel her arms crossed over her chest, hands clenched into tiny fists. fists from which her blood will drip.

her body is suddenly taut as she awakens. i cannot see the shine of her eyes but i can feel them. i smooth my hand over her face and shut her eyes, feeling her tremors at my touch. i am free.

when i touch between her legs through the covers she sighs, 'tom.' i draw back. i have been replaced.