There were so many times I could have told her. Each time I was close enough to pull her to me, whisper things she wanted to hear, and finally have her heart for myself, I was unable to do it.

The fire that burned for her was able to be contained back then.

Now, I open the door to my one-bedroom flat and she slams me against the wall. Nails dig into my skin and any guilt I may have evaporates.

The fire controls me now.

Nothing can cease the raw want that feeds it and steals my breath away.

Author's note;

It was after reading (and reviewing) the fic "while the summer sky changes" by particularly good finder that I had the inspiration to write Ernie/Hannah. So this is dedicated to her.

The angst part with Neville just sort of… popped up while I was writing.

Anywho, a big hug to my Beta Delta (deltadecapitated) who would not have let me post this if it sucked.

Thanks to everyone who reads, please review as well, but I'll still love you if you don't. (: