Prince
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"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.
