For You?

Chapter 3

It had been three months since me and Lilly had separated before, but I knew this was how it had felt. Emotions came in waves, as I lay on my bed in the Ravenclaw dorm, making me want to sob one second and kill Lisa the next. This whole thing was my fault. I'd run up to Lilly and kissed her at that match and if I hadn't done that we'd still be together.

Once I'd cried all my emotions out, it was night and new thoughts filled my head: panic. How far would Lisa go to stop us? I could imagine her keeping a constant watch on Lilly or stopping her owls, but would she do something like getting Lilly expelled?

These thoughts continued, like yelling in my head until I wanted to scream, when I heard a tapping noise at the window. I'd been crying so long I couldn't really see anymore, but I opened it, shivering as it was night by now, to find an owl, which dropped a letter in front of me before hooting and flying off into the star-filled sky.

The front of the letter had nothing but Evie Allen written in curly writing, but my heart swelled in my chest. I knew that writing. I tore open the letter to reveal a page full of runes, which translated read:

Dear Evie,
I know we're not together anymore but I can't go a minute without wishing to see you again. Lisa has been watching my every move ever since breakfast (like I suspected she told him), so I had to write this in Runes because she can't read them. Fortunately she's asleep right now.
I'm so desperate to see you again. On Tuesday night at 8, meet me in the trees by the Quidditch pitch. If you don't want to, I understand but I'd love to see you again.
I love you all the way up to the top of the universe and back,
Yours always,
Lilly

My heart thumped as I read it a fifth time. We'd broken up, and in some ways I wanted us to stay apart until it was safe for us... but at the same time I was, like her, desperate for us to meet again. Just a few minutes of being in her presence would at least partially heal the tear in my heart.

Sh*t. I'd read a hundred cliché forbidden romance novels but I'd never thought I'd become one. Late nights of sneaking around, constantly being afraid of being found out, always waiting for the next meeting, etc etc. It would be hard, I couldn't deny that, but it was worth it for her. Nearly anything was.

Pushing those thoughts to the back of my head, I dug a quill and parchment and scribbled a reply.