Lovely, Lovely, Lovely girl
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Harry Potter › FemSlash - Female/Female › Hermione/Ginny
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
26,141
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Lovely, Lovely, Lovely Bride
She walks down the isle. White dress trailing after her, even whilst she stands still and repeats her vows of love and devotion for him, she looks at me. And i can see while the rest of them look at the "happy" couple, the fresh scars and cuts deeply played against her so fair skin.
Then she moves the wrong way, that in mine eyes is so right, and I see her wince. Then the whole world beings to see, as a full dark, bright, dying red seeps put through her gown and they can see, that she belongs to me.
He can see her infidelity. He shakes his head and asks how could she break his damaged heart. She cannot see how the blood that pours from her willing body is effecting me, wetness dripping down my trembling thighs as she cries to him begging for his forgiveness and that she thought that she loved he, but discovered that she in fact loved me.
He cannot believe that I, his friend, would so willing lead his sheep to the slaughter, And like a wolf bleed her dry and devourer her. I reply that it was just their time to die and that I will now be taking my prize for waiting these four miserable years. Of watching them together all happy and content, and ask how he is so accusing, when he hath coveted her brother more times than I have her?
He broke his own heart...and now it is I that have her.
My lovely, Lovely, lovely Bride.
Then she moves the wrong way, that in mine eyes is so right, and I see her wince. Then the whole world beings to see, as a full dark, bright, dying red seeps put through her gown and they can see, that she belongs to me.
He can see her infidelity. He shakes his head and asks how could she break his damaged heart. She cannot see how the blood that pours from her willing body is effecting me, wetness dripping down my trembling thighs as she cries to him begging for his forgiveness and that she thought that she loved he, but discovered that she in fact loved me.
He cannot believe that I, his friend, would so willing lead his sheep to the slaughter, And like a wolf bleed her dry and devourer her. I reply that it was just their time to die and that I will now be taking my prize for waiting these four miserable years. Of watching them together all happy and content, and ask how he is so accusing, when he hath coveted her brother more times than I have her?
He broke his own heart...and now it is I that have her.
My lovely, Lovely, lovely Bride.