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The grass ripples gently under the June breeze, in all directions as far as eyes can see. You run ahead barefoot, laughing, spinning, and you're one with the summer night, shimmering, warm, free. Me? I'm just a star in your sky, destined to slip away when the cities shine too bright.
When you turn, your open shirt billows back, your Quidditch roughened hands beckon. I drop my broom beside yours and follow. You shake out the bedsheet we swiped from Hufflepuff; I set out the muggle pizza we got in London. Sauce dots your mouth, I swipe it clean.
“Stars?” you ask me, like every night. I lay my head down beside yours, and the universe billows into a smoky dream, the fireflies lighting the pathway to constellations above us. I trace Andromeda, Draco, Cygnus tonight, and your eyes trace my face, observing intently. I look over, you smile, we kiss.
These stolen moments—soft presses of lips, dozing heads on arms, quiet laughs at tiny accidents—they’re not mine. They’ll never be. But I'm glad I get a glimpse against fate's will anyways. Of your soul, of mine, of what we feel like.
You snuffle, asleep, and just this moment I let myself hold you close. Just for now. I promise I’ll let go when it’s time.