A/n: So, this is a story in the sence that each paragraph is part of the others. If you read them in order, you have a story outline, if you don't, you have the five senses as they are to Harry and Draco. Please enjoy. *bow*
Senses
Sight-
When you first see him. He's scrawny, ratty, his cloths are tattered and his eyes are hidden behind tacky glasses. He's nothing. That's before you take the second look. When his blue eyes looked at the boy again he saw an angel. Hair blacker then ebony, skin like a ripe peach and a small body that had seen far to much abuse and deserved to be loved. The first sight was nothing. The second was everything.
Touch-
He wasn't allowed to brush that annoying hair from his eyes, kiss away those pure tears, burry his nose in the slender neck, or hold his lithe body close. If he did, that body would be broken, that neck would be torn, those tears defiled, and that hair burned. His touches would be soft, loving and patient. Their touches would be harsh, hateful and cruel.
Smell-
Dust, musk and vanilla. That had been the sent when they'd first met. He'd hated it. He'd wanted to pull away from the boy before him and flinch away. Now, as they met again, in a new life, a new place, the boy smelt like ink, rain and vanilla. He also smelt like pain, defeat and need. He pulled the other close, "You can stay with me tonight… Harry."
Taste-
Soft little licks, timid hands and soft whimpers. He woke slowly to his lover's needy actions and gave a soft lick to his lover's cheek. His lover glared at him and their eyes clashed for a time before he spoke in his sweet, deep voice, "Good morning, love." the green eyed lover smiled and kissed him lightly. He deepened the kiss and knew that no one could taste as fresh as Harry did first thing in the morning.
Sound-
It had all stopped. Her voice had faded and now he could only look at the body that was covered in blood, feel the tears on his cheeks, smell frost and decay, and only taste death. He couldn't hear laughter or that voice that informed him he was in trouble. As the tears fell he covered his ears against the silence around him and heard that voice one last time. The gentle, warm, deep, sweet, sleep heavy voice, "Good morning, love."
a/n: Okay. I ended that sadly. Tell me what you thought. Thank you for reading. *bow*