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Ponderings of a Dreamer

I had a dream last night.

Want to hear about it?

My hips were against yours.

Your hands where holding our heads together.

We sighed and moaned.

Licked and sucked.

We gave ourselves to each other.

We came together and then it was over.

There was nothing but fulfillment.

When we finished you took my hand in yours and held it.

No other parts of our bodies were touching.

Just our hands, and in that moment I felt it.

Did you?

Did you feel your world drop from beneath you as your soared through the sky?

Did you feel it as I gave you my heart?

My soul?

The sensation of my life belonging solely to you?

I gave myself to you through our hands, could you feel it?

Did you want it?

I wanted to ask you if you wanted it, if you wanted ME.

But I stayed silent.

As always we where silent after, barely touching, never acknowledging what had happen.

What we felt when we were together.

I tried to think of all the things we had done together.

And all I could come up with was the fights.

The fist fights, the verbal fights, the never ending cold silent war that belongs to two people who hate each other with such strength that they turn that hate, to passion.

I wondered what I would have been like if I had been nicer towards you on that first day.

Would we still be where we are today, laying next to each other, the sweet from our lovemaking cooling off our skin?

Would we fight and then later attack each other with frenzied kisses?

Would we instead spend our time together in the sunshine instead of on the floor in the cold dungeons?

Would we care what the world wanted of us?

Would we care what the world thought of us?

Would we care about anybody other than ourselves?

Would we have the strength to tell the powerful people who controlled us that we didn't CARE anymore?

Would we smile more?

Would we be happy?

That thought made me smile, of course not.

Our relationship was what made us who we are.

Who we are made our relationship.

I brushed the black hair away from your trademark scar.

You were so beautiful, so deadly.

You were Harry Potter.

I was Draco Malfoy.

We could never be happy together.

What we could have been were the ponderings of a dreamer.

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