Behind Closed Doors

By: Melanie

The Annoying Little Evil Writer Girl

Disclaimer: Obviously not mine. Just having fun.

This is much like my other vignette, but with Harry Potter Characters. Hope you like it.

Written: October 23-24, 2002

In the purest sense, he is my muse. So delicate and beautiful. The simple way in which his eyes shine when I kiss him is enough. I love the way his sleek body arches to my touch, the way he weaves his fingers into my hair. It is here, behind closed doors that his sensual side shows itself and he and I may finally be happy. But yet again, there is no one like him when he is witty and angry, leaving silence in his wake. For he is always intense, on the field, in the halls, even in bed.

One day, I will claim him for my own-let the public see. He and I will be happy, even with the obvious attached controversy. I know our friends and families will not understand; it will be difficult, true. Yet, he is my life, my love, and my soul.

He reminds me of his devotion every time he smiles. And when he blushes as I gingerly take his glasses off of him, I have no need for long, windy declarations of love. His hair, ever so wild, is better than my own. For no one notices that I have messed it with my hands in passion. And it is so normal for me to be scarred that the nail marks he leaves on my back are not questioned.

While everyone thinks I despise him, they are blind to our love. I truly do love him, even when he is violent, even when he is angry, even when he cries.

So here I am, the first day back from the holidays, waiting for the door to open, waiting for him to come inside. And as he stands there, in the doorframe, with the light shinning in behind him, I know he loves me. He is mine; my Harry.

And he smiles as he shuts the door and draws near. He leans down to me and kisses my lips. "I have missed you Draco."

And he is all mine. Behind closed doors.

~Fini~