HLG

He knew I’d be here. He knew I’d repeat his offer over and over again in my mind until the line between right and wrong blurred, washing my morals away with it. He knew, and I hate him for that.

I’m so dirty. And I don’t even really care anymore, because I’ve stopped regretting it, and I’ve started going to him every night.

I watch her from across the hall and long to touch her, but I know I won’t be able to until later when we’re alone. We meet by night; the days are left for hidden desires. (Femslash)

Hermione tries to save Draco on a cold winter night.

I like the adrenaline rush from being out of control, but somehow I know at the end of the insanity I'll crash, and then I'll shatter.