She was beautiful.

Fast asleep, her normally blank faced features had a sense of smoothness and softness that wasn't present when she was awake. Grey eyes were closed behind thin eyelids, long black hair pulled up into a tight bun; she seemed like a wonderful porcelain doll. So dainty, small, helpless…

Your mask came undone as you stared at her with eyes (that you wished could shine nearly as brightly as hers) that showered her form with interest and adoration. Your normally harsh and indifferent face looked at her in warmth that by all means you should not be able to possess.

You reached a pale, transparent hand out to touch her face, and you leaned down to press a kiss onto her forehead. Just as your lips grazed it (and ultimately passed through it), footsteps could be heard out in the hall, and you disappeared faster than an eye blink. A white blur, an unknown woman, anyone who could have seen you would agree on one thing.

You were dead, and you loved the human whose bedroom you spent every night in.

Written for the 'I Kissed a Girl' competition. I had a bunch of fun with this. Mostly because I've always loved the 'one deceased one alive' things. Not as a pairing but just because it's interesting. So tada.

The girl is Cedrella, and the ghost is Belvina. Let's see how that works out.

I don't own Harry Potter.