her hair tickles your face as she presses more kisses along your neck, along your cheeks and to your forehead.

you laugh, pushing her away. “mary, stop. you're such a child.” you chastise her playfully, shaking your head.

this was what you and mary had. tender moments in your dorm where no one else could see. where no one else could think that mary liked girls.

because she doesn't, according to her. not that she has anything against it! some of her best friends are queer, and she fully supports that.

but she doesn't see that life for herself. not until she started messing around with you, anyway.

somewhere, in the back of her mind, she knows that you love her. and a piece of her heart is telling her that she loves you, too. neither one of you has said a thing, though, because merlin knows you'll take the scraps of affection that mary gives you.

not that you should. it just hurts you more in the process.

“i can see the christmas spirit on you, love. don't act like a scrooge now.” she smiles as you complain, tucking your hair behind your ear.

you don't know what a scrooge is - joys of having a muggle born girlfriend.

girlfriend? well, no. too loving to be fuck buddies but too casual to be partners.

that's just how it is with you and mary. all you could have if you wanted to have her at all.