Watching the clouds go by with little shapes and twists, I look over and see a red flash. Your doing it again. I think to myself. Everyday I see you from some where around the castle, thinking and wondering, why do you fly? Is it the feel of the wind in your raven locks, or the freedom of being able to do anything your body and mind wants to? Is it the knowledge of not having to take a test to pass, or to worry about your social life? Is it because you feel as if your running away from those troublesome worries that haunt your life?
Whatever the reason is, I love you for it.
Whatever the reason is, I want to fly with you.
Whatever the reason is, I want you.
Do you want me? Do you want me to fly with you? To free your dreams, hopes, and worries? To make your dreams come true? Believe me, I can and have. You don't know what its like to finally know that once you come down, I can't make your life just as wonderful and as peaceful as it is up there. How did I do all of this,, you might ask me. You might beg for one tiny reason as to why I would risk my own hopes and dreams for you. I can only give you one. I love you.
I love you because you fly with a carefree heart.
I love you because your face lights up when you're happy.
I love you because you're you.
Everyone loves the flying wonder. The boy with a heavy load on his shoulders, but manages to find time to be with his friends. The boy who has done so much, and become such a role model for everyone, that everyone knows his name. The girls love you because your daring green eyes shine, your body, words can't describe without missing the most important part, and your name is known everywhere. Girls love you because you are Harry Potter.
But I don't love that Harry Potter.
No, no.
I love the Harry Potter that snorts when he laughs. The Harry Potter that has so many ticklish spots I lost count. The Harry Potter that can't seem to understand the difference between a cornish Pixie and a Fornish Pixie. The Harry Potter that doesn't go by THE Harry Potter. The Harry Potter that goes by Harry, simple, lovable, and my best friend.
I don't want to be your best friend anymore. I want to be more.
So that's why I ask you, why do you fly? I know everything else about you, but this time, I'm guessing. So tell me Harry, why do you fly?
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I lay under the clouds making pictures out of them, when you come into my view and are blocking my finger from continuing its drawing. I see you look down and smile at me, waving your hand. I can't help but laugh and smile back. You always have this effect on me. You smile, and smile, then I start to think of nothing but you. Except this time, you interrupt me from my thoughts.
"Why do you lay here and draw pictures in the clouds?" he asks me while stretching out next to me. I look down at your scarlet Qiddtich robes and then at your face. Its so close. Your breath is mingling with mine, your eyes are searching for an answer as I think of one. I can only think of one, but that's forbidden. So I ask you, "Why do you fly?"
You stop searching my eyes and only look straight at me. I know what your doing. Your trying to understand my thoughts, trying to read my mind, trying to dig deep in my soul. Oh how I wish you would stop, its making to harder for me to hid them all.
You part your mouth as if your about to answer, only you don't. You stand up, picking up your broom, then reaching a hand towards me.
"I can't tell you, but I can show you."
Whatever the reason is, I want to fly with you.
Silently I sit up reaching for your hand, you pull me up, helping me onto the front of your broom. I feel scared, that is until you wrap your arms around me.
"Ready?" I open my mouth to answer, but can only nod as your breath tickles my cheek.
You push off the grass and sore higher and higher. I can't bare to look down, so I close my eyes.
"Open your eyes if you want to know My Mione." I want to know Harry, I want to know why your always up here, but I can't open my eyes.
"Open your eyes and feel what I feel My Mione." Do you know what you do to me when you say my name like that? It drives me mad with such love for you, its hard to keep at bay. If you say it again, I'm going to let all my secrets out. THe secrets I've worked so hard to hide.
"Please My Mione." I open my eyes. Whatever the reason is, I love you. I love the pinks, blues, whites, yellows, the greens from the tree tops, I love this.
"I want to fly." I whisper in awe. I feel you smile against my cheek, your breath in my hair, I can't help it.
"I love you." I whisper so quietly, I can barely here myself. You heard me. I know you did. You tense, I know what you're going to do. I've imagines this so many times. We'll be up here, bliss surrounding us, I'll say it, then you freeze. Back away from me and turn the broom around to take me back to the castle. Always to forget that moment.
If I've known what's going to happen, then why are you still so close? Why isn't the broom moving to the ground? Why are your hands covering mine?
"I love you too."
Definitely now what I was expecting.
"Do you know why I fly?" I can only shake my head as no, "I fly because I'm allowed to think what I want up here. No one to watch me day dream about you, no one to interrupt me from wanting you. I fly because its the only way to express my love for you, without you knowing."
Do you want to make me cry? Your doing a bloody good job at it.
"Do you know why I draw pictures in the clouds?" I ask. You shake your head as I did, "I draw the pictures in the clouds because I can watch you fly around, I can watch you feel free, to love me, to no care what everyone else is doing. I draw pictures in the clouds because I know that you'll be up there, flying around doing what I want to do most. I want to fly."
Your looking at me. I know you are. I can feel your green eyes on my face. I want to look at you. See what my three little words have done to you. So I do. I turn my head, and find my face closer than it was only before on the ground.
Your eyes shine. They shine with more light than any star ever could. Your eyes tell me everything I could ever want to know. You love me. No words are needed. You've got that look Harry. That look that every girl in the entire universe could ever hope to see in their lover's eyes. You can see it in mine as well. I know you can. That smile, the one that makes my knees weak during class, the one that makes me want to kiss you senseless, making your knees weak.
"Can I kiss you now?"
"You better before I do."
So you do. Your velvet lips pressed against mine are enough to last a life time. Can I last forever? Can your kiss make me last forever, for I never want this to end. Your lips move across mine, wanting more. I want more too. I press harder when I feel the ground under my feet. I turn around to wrap my arms around your neck, when you wrap your arms around my back, and tangle your long wonderful fingers in my wild curls. I feel something else against my lips, your tongue. Oh how it wants to enter my mouth, oh how mine wants to dance with it. I can't muster to open my lips, you press harder begging, wanting, needing my lips to work. Thank the mighty Alpha Omega that they do. You smile against my lips and enter my mouth tracing every curve, like you have to draw my mouth from memory. I'm not complaining. I love the feel of your tongue on mine. So gentle, yet so rough with lust. Your hands seem to want more of me as well. They're all over my back and derriere. My Hair must look a fright, but yours must be worse. Did you know that you need to shave? Your cheeks are rough and scratchy. Don't shave though. I love that. I can smell your after shave, and that special smell that no one can describe. Not even you. Its your smell. Something I want to bottle up and spray on everything I own. Something I want to last forever with me.
My lungs are about to burst. I need air, but I don't want to brake the kiss. I can't do it. Thank goodness you can. I love hoe you rest your forehead against mine. You bangs spread against mine. I can feel your scar, did you know that? That famous scar that everyone seems to rave about nonstop?
"Whatever the reason is, I love why you fly." I whisper.
"Whatever the reason is, I love you." you whisper back. I smile and rub my nose with yours. You pull me closer closing your eyes soaking up this moment. Wanting it only to last forever.
Forever, that's my favorite word for now on, well besides Harry, but I love each word that comes from your voice. Your deep husky voice. Your soothing voice.
"God, I love you My Mione." you whisper. I can't help it. I kiss you again.
"I want this to last forever." I say on his lips, keeping my eyes closed. You reach for my hair again, tilting my head up to look at you.
"Look at me please." So I do. Your eyes, oh those eyes, "This will be forever. I'm not going to stop this. Not ever."
"Never stop flying."
"Never stop drawing."
"Never stop loving."
"Never stop kissing."
"Never."
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That was the sappiest thing I've ever written!!! AHHH
well I am putting the disclaimer down here so here, :Harry and Hermione belong to Ms. JK Rowling, THe inspiration for the flying thing, came from CutieCrookshanks in her story "What's it like to fly?" which I think EVERYONE should go READ BECAUSE IT ROCKS!!!!!
thanks for reading this, you don't have to review, but its always nice to know what you all think of it. I might write another one like this...i dunno it was fun and its the only thing I've really finished and liked....