Life, Death and Magic: Moonspell Reimagined (Harry Potter/Twilight Crossover)

Chapter Nineteen:

CHAPTER NINETEEN:

I froze in my doorway, stopping walking as my heart started to beat far too quickly in my chest when Edythe actually sat down on my bloody bed, pulling up and crossing her legs.

I stood there in the entranceway of my room looking at her, sitting on my bed all perfect and gorgeous, and thought that maybe I was just hallucinating everything. She then patted the space next to her, a touch impatiently, and I walked unsteadily to the bed and sat down beside her. Moving at human speed, she unfolded her legs and draped them across mine. Then she curled up against my chest with her ear against my heart, which was reacting probably more than was necessary. I folded my arms around her and couldn't help but press my lips to her hair.

"Mmm," she hummed.

"This..." I murmured into her hair, then paused. "I actually don't have any words for this."

"Maybe it doesn't need words." It sounded like she was smiling. She angled her face up, and I felt her nose trace a cold line up the side of my neck. Her arms slid over my shoulders and then wrapped around my neck. She pulled herself up, her lips brushing up the edge of my jaw until they reached my earlobe. "Though I can certainly think of a few." She breathed her cool breath right in my ear.

A tremor ran down my body. Edythe froze, then leaned carefully back. One hand brushed across the skin just under the sleeve of my t-shirt.

"You're cold," she said. I could feel the goose bumps rise under her fingertips.

"I'm fine."

She frowned and climbed back to her original position. My arms weren't willing to let her go. As she slid out of them, my hands stayed on her hips.

"Your whole body is shivering."

"I don't think that's from being cold," I told her. We looked at each other for a second. "I'm not sure what I'm allowed to do," I admitted.

"I'm not sure what I'm capable of doing." She replied. Her hand brushed across my forearm, and I felt goose bumps again. She smiled slightly as she looked down at the bumps on my arm and then was serious. "Your blood smells so different, but still... I wasn't sure at first that I was strong enough..." She lifted my hand and pressed it to her cheek, still looking down. "I thought there was still that possibility that I might be... overcome" – she breathed in the scent at my wrist – "and until I made up my mind that I was strong enough, that there was no possibility at all that I would... that I ever could..."

I'd never seen her struggle so hard for words. It was so human.

"So there's no possibility now?"

She looked up at me finally and smiled. "Mind over matter."

"Sounds easy," I said, grinning so that she knew I was teasing. She laughed quietly.

"I think it would be best, if it is acceptable to you, that you... follow my lead? Is that fair?"

"Of course," I said quickly. "Whatever you want." As usual, I meant that literally.

"It will be harder tomorrow," Edythe sighed. "I've had the scent of you in my head all day. Tomorrow I'll have to start over again."

"Never leave," I suggested.

Her face relaxed into a smile. "That suits me. Bring on the shackles– I am your prisoner." While she spoke, she laced her cold fingers around my wrist like a manacle. I desperately didn't try to think too hard about her words, or her actions, and what they were both doing to me. "And now, if you don't mind, may I borrow a blanket?"