A/N: Written for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Extracurricular: Muggle Music/Music. Prompts used: someday, yesterday, stereo, feather, sinner, possibly, icicle, finish

Dancing in Shadows

Someday you and I shall dance with the teasing belladonna attempting to ensnare us both. But we will be too clever for it; we already are, and the poison will never catch us. You jump too quick, too fast, too smooth, like a ballerina leaping across the stage – and this is one time I'll love the slow grace of the muggle world, because I would never have been able to admire you like this otherwise.

Someday I will dance with you, and you won't dance alone anymore, in the dry summer grass as I stare at you from behind a bus. Someday, you'll know that I exist and we'll dance together, and then I won't have to hide and watch, because I'll be dancing too.

You'll love it, won't you Lily?

I last saw you yesterday, and it seems like such a long time ago – too long to go without you. But it was unavoidable, and I only hope you will be there tomorrow, at the park, dancing, so that I can see you again. Or maybe you'll be in your backyard when I pass, with the stereo so loud your mother yells at you to put it down – but you won't, will you, because you're a free spirit and such a graceful dancer and I love watching you…

Even when the stereo is playing that horrible clash-banging music you dance beautifully: wild magic style, but still with a grace that's missing in our world.

If only your family wasn't what it was – or mine…

You have feathers in your hair, did you know? Pillow feathers it seems, and they brighten your face and make you look even more beautiful than before. But it's unbecoming; it's a wild beauty, untamed, like when Mother cries wildly when she thinks I'm not home to look – beautiful, but a dark wretched beauty that should never exist.

I want to pull them out, but I cannot. Because you are in your room and I'm crossing the boundaries into sin already. I know I shouldn't look, shouldn't keep on looking. It's wrong; you're a girl, and I'm a boy, and I shouldn't be looking into your room.

But you haven't been coming to the park, and I need to see you.

It's like an icicle that's slowly melting in my heart: your face, your eyes, your smile. Because I didn't think I could ever fall in love: the love I knew from my family – my mother's distance, my father's drunken rage… But I did fall in love with you. Deeply. Even if we were both so young and probably didn't know true love.

And you'd still never seen me, never talked to me. I was nothing but a ghost, watching you dance from start to finish and go home without ever turning around and catching the shadow of black that followed you all the way.