Montague

“There’s no winning with you, is there?”

Oh, if only he knew. She is a cracked up enigma with him, naked on this bed that belongs to neither of them, never belonged to anybody. She is the last question on an distressingly easy exam paper. Usually a puzzle that desperately jams all the fractured pieces to fit into something, she feels finally understood without cutting off scraps of herself. She might not yet know who she is for him, but one thing is certain - Harry Potter is winning over her, winning her over, all the damn time.