You're good at keeping people waiting. Especially me.
But that's okay. I don't mind.
Because in the end, if I keep waiting and waiting and waiting, and your chest heaves a breath and your fingers curl around mine and your heart beats to life and your bright eyes snap open and look at me -
If my love and my patience for you somehow, somehow brings you back to me -
Then it's worth every grain of sand that slips through the hourglass.
A/N: tiny (AU-ish) drabble. Any thoughts would be much appreciated.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.