Hardy har har. I have no idea where this came from. All I know is that the "he" is Draco and that the "she" is definitely not Pansy Parkinson. I dislike her so. Ugh. But anyway. I'm not sure if this should be part of the other story somehow. I am now making shifty eyes. Just... don't hunt me down and kill me, it was just a stroke of lame inspiration! Wah!

He could feel it, his hands on her chest as their lips furiously met, taking, with each reckless grope, another piece of each other's soul. He had desperately wanted to know it was really her, if it was her hair he was now running his fingers through. If those were, in fact the lips he had so madly fallen in love with. He wanted to know if it was her he was holding; probably for the last time. Only then he could have died happily, their moments slipping away like fine sand through their fingers. But he did not care. As long as he was sure it was her. Her. The answer to his prayers, wishes, even demands. It was her and only her that he wanted. He wanted nothing more; glory and fame didn't matter to him anymore. He just wanted to hold her, to feel her, feel their spirits burning alongside each other. All his life he wanted something he did not have to give up in the end. He wanted something of his, something no force on Earth could ever take from him; his love for her was so fierce, he'd kill those he'd sworn to aid for her. Everything he did was for her, about her. He'd never asked himself if she ever felt the same way, fearing the answer, dreading it. He dared to not think of it as his hands stroked every inch of her, her warm hands enclosed around his narrow face, pulling him into the deepest kiss he had ever experienced and he forgot. Forgot that he had hundreds on his trail; he could be killed at any moment. Then he understood as she spilled an 'I love you' into his soul that she felt the same way, revealing he was all she had ever wanted. He understood that at that moment there was nothing but them and he understood that she didn't ever want to let go of him either. He knew that it was her. He knew that whatever happened he would still love her and she would still love him, even after their souls had parted from their bodies, to an eternal dance with each other under the endless moonlight