Prince

-.-

"Will you fight for us?"

he whispers, holding her close

Softly, she replies:

.

"Yes, for you I will."

A smile crosses his visage,

pure joy in his eyes.

.

She returns his grin

And her smile may be crooked

but it is perfect.

.

Her hair is bushy,

Yet it is soft as sable.

Imperfect beauty.

.

Her eyelids flutter,

she giggles as he slips down

beneath the silk sheets.

.

"Draco, stop," she yelps,

her voice weak and half-hearted,

but he ignores her.

.

"Someone could come in,"

she groans, biting at her lip.

"Let them see," he says.

.

"But we're a secret."

Trying to ignore his tongue,

She pants and whimpers.

.

"I don't want to be

your dirty little secret,

anymore. I'm yours . . ."

.

"And I want the world,

to know that I will love you

forever, always."

.

He runs his fingers

down her thighs, and she wriggles,

gasping. She is close.

.

She throws back her head,

overcome with ecstasy,

finding her release.

.

"I love you, Draco,"

she murmurs, stroking his white-

gold strands from his eyes.

.

She's so beautiful

when she is languidly sprawled

at his side, flustered.

.

"I love you, so much,"

he replies, running his hands

through her brunette curls.

.

"Do you mean it though?"

she asks, her fingers buried

in his sleek, blond waves.

.

"Do you want us to

go public about this, us.

Our relationship?"

.

"Yes, Hermione,"

he sighs and ceases teasing,

looking her in the eye.

.

"I want to hold you

and walk through the corridors,"

Draco says softly.

.

"I want to kiss you

and not care about who sees,

and hold your hand."

.

He opens his mouth

to tell her more of his wants.

Instead, he's silenced.

.

With a single kiss

her lips parting to allow

his tongue to enter.

.

Her legs hook around

his waist, nails scratching his back,

her brown eyes closing.

.

In tantric pleasure,

they writhe, and cry out, blissful

and wanton with lust.

.

Too soon, he's climaxed,

slumping forward and gasping

whilst she lies breathless.

.

She speaks, her words hushed:

"I love you, Draco Malfoy,

and I am not scared. . . "

.

"To let the world know."

It's like a fire has been sparked

in his beating heart.

.

It fills him with hope,

with warmth and dreams and laughter.

A weight is lifted.

.

He is a pureblood

who has fallen in love with

a muggleborn witch.

.

She's more than a witch

She has been his guiding light

Showing him the way.

.

When the days were dark

and dreams were few and fading

her love remained true.

.

She's of purest heart

and he is of purest blood.

They're of purest love.

.

A Gryffindor, and her Malfoy Prince.

Word Count: 447

Written for the Quidditch League, Season Three, Bonus Competition held by the Daily Prophet.

A/N: Reviews are appreciated. Poetry scares me and I would love some feedback about this Haiku set because it is really something I have never done before. Poetry, that is – the nearest I got to it was the ones I had to write in high school for English Class, and most of the time I just wrote prose because it was an either/or question.