Jaded Hearts
He was tired of living without her, tired of trying to forget her, and tired of putting himself out there with others when she was clearly the only one for him. He watched her walk, the long blonde tresses of her hair flowing behind her like a translucent curtain that he desperately wanted to touch. He imagined that her hair felt like silk.
She paused, standing by the window, the sunlight illuminating her face and especially her piercing blue eyes. He couldn't stop staring, she was so beautiful, the sunlight wrapping around her. Her lips were parted slightly, and he stood mesmerized as she wet them, her pink tongue darting out and caressing them for a moment.
He had to mentally shake himself as his erection became more prominent and pressed at the confining contours of his jeans. He wanted so badly to take her into his arms and kiss her passionately until she was convinced that being with him would be a good thing. He wanted to take her, thrusting into her over and over again until she screamed out his name, drowning in ecstasy and pulling him down with her. He wanted to lay wrapped around her watching the sunrise over the mountains and tell her how much she meant to him.
Alas, Draco was a Slytherin and Luna would never be accepted by his comrades. She was far too different to be welcomed into their group. Even if he had to renounce everything he was to be with her he would, but she found him to be the vilest of creatures and wouldn't give him the chance to prove her wrong. Alas his love for her could never be known. He turned away, pain filling him, mourning for everything that he could have with her, but that would never be.