Disclaimer: Harry and Draco arnt mine. Wish they were though.
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ADDICTED
Agitated, fidgety, desperate. Must have a fix.
I look at myself in the mirror. One gaunt and tired Harry Potter looks back. I pine for your touch. It isn't a case of want. It's need.
Power, happiness, completion. This is how it should always be.
Holidays, the only time we don't have to pretend. You course through my veins like liquid fire. No longer tired, my body is vitalized. When you're around you make me feel like I can do anything. Your smooth voice can fuel me for days. Food, drink, sleep - I don't need it when I have you.
Cold, sick, alone. Like a hard slap to the face.
School is back on, and we must act our parts. We have reputations to uphold, and I understand that, but I don't care. I try to get your attention but you refuse to look my way. I feel I could vomit. I cry. I see no point in rising in the morning. I want to be lost in your silvery grey eyes once more. Things must change, or I don't think I will be able to continue on.
Agitated, fidgety, desperate. Must have a fix.
Holidays are coming up, the term is coming to an end. I cant sleep, I'm filled with anticipation of what is to come, my reflection will soon be warmer, the life will return to me. I can't concentrate, don't you see what you do to me? I crave you, anticipation of you making me jittery. You're a drug Draco. And I'm addicted.
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ADDICTED
Agitated, fidgety, desperate. Must have a fix.
I look at myself in the mirror. One gaunt and tired Harry Potter looks back. I pine for your touch. It isn't a case of want. It's need.
Power, happiness, completion. This is how it should always be.
Holidays, the only time we don't have to pretend. You course through my veins like liquid fire. No longer tired, my body is vitalized. When you're around you make me feel like I can do anything. Your smooth voice can fuel me for days. Food, drink, sleep - I don't need it when I have you.
Cold, sick, alone. Like a hard slap to the face.
School is back on, and we must act our parts. We have reputations to uphold, and I understand that, but I don't care. I try to get your attention but you refuse to look my way. I feel I could vomit. I cry. I see no point in rising in the morning. I want to be lost in your silvery grey eyes once more. Things must change, or I don't think I will be able to continue on.
Agitated, fidgety, desperate. Must have a fix.
Holidays are coming up, the term is coming to an end. I cant sleep, I'm filled with anticipation of what is to come, my reflection will soon be warmer, the life will return to me. I can't concentrate, don't you see what you do to me? I crave you, anticipation of you making me jittery. You're a drug Draco. And I'm addicted.