The Pressure of Love
He was walking down the halls of his manor.
Wandering around aimlessly.
There was no one around but he could feel their disapproving glances
What would they say if they could him like this?
The person he had become.
The person who right now was walking around in one large circle in a manor; imaging the looks on dead peoples faces.
The young man who had still felt he was underneath all the pressure.
The pressure of being a being a normal man, being his father's son, being a homosexual.
The pressure of being perfect.
Perfect for his father, mother, friends, roommates, classmates, enemies, family, the world.
Breaking under the pressure.
The pressure of not liking someone he is suppose to hate.
The pressure of his heart racing against his chest as his lips pressed into his lovers.
"Draco, where did you go after dinner? I have been looking for you." Harry said as he ended the kiss leaving Draco surprised.
"I have been wandering around thinking about the pressure of living through the life of a crazed lunatic and a derranged father."
"And? How about the pressure of being the most important person in the life of the savior of the world?" Harry eyes twinkled.
"That pressure is the strongest of all." Draco then pressed his lips against Harry's gently.
Breaking the kiss Harry gazed lovingly at the love of his life. "Really?"
"Oh yes. The pressure of your kiss can kill me, you won't you kill me, so I'll die happy?"
"No. For though you may be corny, I am selfish. And the crazed lunatic and your derranged father are both dead. We finished them last year. Remember?"
"How can I forget? You yelled out above every voice in the entire school yard, over every yell, every scream, every bang over everything to tell everyone you loved me. Shocked me so much. I thought I was going to faint."
"Well, Draco how to you think I felt when you screamed back at me 'I love you too, Harry Potter', I almost stopped breathing."
"One of the best things that came out of the battle."
"What do you mean 'one'? It was the best thing defeating the crazed lunatic and ending the war, saving millions and millions of lives meant nothing to the feeling you filled me with. Dumbledore really was right to say the power was love."
Draco kissed Harry passionately. "Thank God for love."
My Dog gets put down on Thursday or Friday.
I just found out.
And this is what came out of it.
I don't care that it is so short.
Review if you please would.
-Laura