Love Lives On

His strong, muscular arms wrapped around her body. Her head was resting upon his chest. She could hear the rhythmical beating of his heart, and her head was lifted up and down as he inhaled. His warm breath hit the back of her neck, making her entire body seize up with excitement. He gently caressed her porcelain arms, and she cuddled up to him more closely than before. The scent of his body was sweet, yet had spice, like the flowers of the meadow and the trees of the forest.

Someone was calling out for her in the night, shattering the silence. Was it one of her elder brothers? Or maybe it was an elder slave trying to save her before she was caught. She neither knew nor cared.

"You should go," he whispered. "I don't want you to get into trouble with my father. He wouldn't hesitate in killing you, my love."

"And none of my brother's would hesitate in wringing your neck. But-" her emerald eyes filled with tears. "Must our love always be like this? Kept secret. . .hidden. . ."

He held her in his arms, gently planting kisses on her forehead. "No, my love, it will not forever be like this. One day, we shall make our love known to everyone, and when I become king, you shall be my queen." He gently tucked her red locks behind her ears. "Now you must get dressed and go, I do not wish for you to take a beating for my lack of the concept of time."

"Yes, my love." she said, reaching for her simple slave gown. She pulled it over her head. "Could you?" she asked. His strong hands slid down her back and laced up her gown. "Goodnight, my love." she said and ran out of the cave.

* * *

Ginny Weasley woke up with a start and groaned. 'Why couldn't it have kept going? Why does it always stop there?' she constantly asked herself. Since the summer before her sixth year, she had begun to have the same dream. Now that she was back at Hogwarts, she had the dream nonstop, which would always end at the same moment. It was odd to her though, for to Ginny it seemed as though she was the girl in the dream. They always felt so real to her, as though they were some suppressed memory or something.

She looked at the magical clock on her nightstand, which read 'Too late to go to sleep, too early to be awake'. Ginny groaned again. 'Might as well go shower', the clock said. Ginny agreed. She silently slipped on her robe, and pinned on her prefect badge (so no one would question why she was up so early in the morning).

* * *

Ginny had made it to the statue of Boris the Bewildered unnoticed. She quietly said the password ('squeaky clean') and walked into the prefect bathroom. Everyone said that it was worth becoming a prefect just to use the bathroom, but Ginny had never believed them until she had seen the room herself. There were two of the pool-sized bath tubs(one for boys and one for girls) as well as four immense showers, each with its own powder room, equipped with beauty and health products.

Ginny walked into one of the showers and heard the whoosh of the door behind her. The shower doors sort of worked like a two-way mirror. The person in the shower could see outside of the shower, but the person outside of the shower could not see in. It was a nifty trick that Ginny enjoyed thoroughly.

Ginny undressed and stepped into the shower. She turned the nozzle, and the instantly warm water began to hit Ginny, soothing her. Ginny began to sing a song that she had heard on one of her father's muggle music-makers.
"I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all of my childish fears
And if you have to leave, I wish that you would just leave
Because your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone. . ."

(My Immortal, Evanescence)