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.

~whispered touches

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.