Notes: Another short, pointless, plotless ramble.  And another Harry Potter crossover.  Written pre-OotP.  Rated G.  Title from the song by Brassy.  (::hugs cgb for the CD::)
Disclaimers: Characters are the property of Neil Gaiman and JK Rowling.  No profit is derived from this work of fanfic.  Cigarettes will kill you.

 
 

Desire lit a cigarette and smiled.

"She loves you, you know. It's very pathetic. I can feel it, like my heartbeat."

Desire lit a cigarette and laughed.

"Not that I have a heart. Not within my own body, anyway. A doll's heart, perhaps."

Desire lit a cigarette and blew smoke into Harry's face.

"You don't love her," it said.

"I barely know her. I like her."

Desire lit a cigarette.

"Poor little Ginny, so desperate to be seen."

"I see her."

"You stare right through her, boy."

Desire lit a cigarette.

Desire lit a cigarette.

Desire lit a cigarette.

"What do you desire, Harry?"

Desire lit a cigarette and blew a smoke-ring. It was shaped like a heart.

"Who do you desire?"

Harry licked his lips and wondered what it meant, that he had no answer.  Or at least, no answer for this smiling, smoking woman-man, whose smirks and sparks offered nothing that he could trust.