Dreams of What Could Be
A one-shot. Honestly, I'm only writing this so I can get Beta status, because I'd rather beta other authors' stories than write my own... But maybe once I get going on my own stuff I'll change my mind? Hope you enjoy!
The wind whistled through the open window, the sheer white curtain furling and unfurling, making shadows dance back and forth in the moon's pale glow, as it dragged a feather-like edge over the bare skin of his back. Draco longed for these moments of pure bliss and carefree pleasure, moments with this beautiful creature at his side, in his sight, waiting for an opportunity to make all of his dreams real.
As they moved together, the wind grew stronger, pushing the curtain ever higher as their intensity increased. Draco felt a wild abandon as they both moved toward fulfillment, pushing him to a new fiery, passionate state of mind. As the torrents of pleasure started stirring deep in his body, Draco caught her eyes and held them; he could not ever remember seeing anyone as beautiful as she. And he had her all to himself; her beauty, her smile, her laughter—all his.
He caressed her milky soft skin, the tender spot behind her ear, the concave plane of her lower stomach, the inviting curve of her breast. This was what it felt like to really live. His only regrets: that it had to end, and would never happen again.
Finally, both feeling the awaited release, he let her go and rolled back over on his side, facing away from her perfect form. He thought of the link they shared, but the circumstances that prevented them from ever fully embracing it. He thought if only they had gotten to know each other before he had made those life-altering decisions, they could have been so happy together.
As she slid out of bed and redressed in her plain clothing, he started to have second thoughts. What if we could hide our relationship? People can change, I changed, why can't they accept us as we are? Resigning himself to the inevitable problems they would face, he knew the only answer was to appreciate what they had already had and forget about what they could have had.
As she walked out the door, not giving him a second look, he thanked an unknown power for the short reprieve they had had. He thanked this power for giving them both the strength to realize their love, and the strength to let it unravel. He thanked the power for Hermione.