pairing Harry/??
warning this is slash, though if you concentrated well enough I suppose you could turn it into het. *shrug*
author notes this story was a spur of the moment deal, it's a one-shot, so don't expect more. ^.^ i hope you enjoy!
also, the pairing is really up for grabs, here. you decide who you really want it to be. (though, in the end it's kinda clear on one thing the person's gotta have. hehe)
People will never believe it. People will pretend they don't see. The pain a person will go through. Humanity... they can't react. Whether this is becuase I'm meant to be their savior, or becuase they enjoy making me someone I'm not. The point is they don't see.
But you have. Everytime I worry, cry, or just seem out of it, you have noticed. That's why I'm here now. Crawling into your bed, casting a wuick Silencing Charm. You welcome me, even when I never asked permission. That's how you are, so caring...
You slip your arms around me and I don't think you know what it really means to me. Your body is close, I can hear your heart beat. It's like a lullaby to put me to sleep. So I hold on tighter, praying your won't go away.
I know your awake watching me. I'm scared to look up, to see your crystal blue eyes watching, wondering, and worrying. And why? I don't truly understand it. How can you be so caring towards me?
Sometimes I think I love you. But then I have to laugh. It's typical I would fall in love with the first person to truly know me. But's it's true, I think...
Your still awake. I know by your breathing. There is something on your mind, I can tell. I know you like that.
"Harry" Your whisper. I suddenly want to drown in your voice.
"Yeah?" I ask. I realize me voice is shaking. Perhaps it's a result of my nightmare.
"Are you okay?" You ask, voice soft.
I pull you tighter. What do I say to that? I'm okay, here in your arms, but once I move back to my bed I won't be. So, what to say?
"Harry?" You repeat. You must think I'm asleep.
"I'm okay." I say, voice timid.
"Nightmare?" You ask. You don't believe me. I should of known you'd see.
"Yes."
"Want to talk about it?" You've slipped into therapy mode. I suddenly remember my 1st year when I'd wake up from dreams of that cupboard. You would hug me and tell me it's all right.
"It's not pleasant." I stall. I don't want you to worry even more.
"I don't mind, tell me?"
"Okay." I whisper. And so I do. I talk of how someone snatches you. Takes you from me. And I'm left alone. I tell you about how I'm sent your heart in a box. I stop there, unable to continue. I dont' know when the tears started, but I'm now breaking down. I clutch you so tightly I'm shocked you can breathe.
"Harry." You say. Your stroking my cheek.
"Yes?" I choke out.
"No one can take me away from you."
I hold my breath at your words. I wonder if you meant what I so desperately want you to mean.
"You can't be sure." I tell you.
"Yes I can." You say. Your strong, caring arms tighten around me.
"How?"
"Becuase I belong to you."
I look up at you, eyes filled with tears wanting to fall. And I see. I finally see what you've always seen. So I do the only think I know to do. I gently press my lips to yours, letting my hands drift up to meet your red hair.
end notes figure the pairing out? ^.^ let me know who you imagine it is!