its magic. we are dancing under a bewitched ceiling declaring that anyone can see us and we won't care while hoping that no one does. he is whispering in my ear that i am his his his and that i shouldn't have been with her again. i ask why we are lying to ourselves, why can't we tell anyone and he just laughs that bitter soft laugh. i stare at him with big emerald eyes trying to understand some piece of his logic but i can't. i never can.
lead me outside, he murmurs. lead me outside harry. i want to see the stars. they are so beautiful even when they're falling. we are walking, bare feet making the quietest echoes on marble floors and i push open the large doors. he parades out like a king, crowned in white-gold locks and i follow behind, tracing his wet footsteps. the dewy grass is cutting into our feet and we are moving so gracefully. he stops by the lake and sits among the wet green and i take his side. we stare at the sky in silence, contemplating the moment and our futures. i wish that i could say they are intertwined, i truly do, but i can only see the stars reflected in his eyes. can't he see that he's my everything?
i study the side of his face, pale chiseled sculpted. he is breathing so softly and i can see his chest rising and falling so gently like ocean waves. his collar bones are sticking out like scepters beneath his silky skin and he is a god a god a god. i don't understand why he chose to torment me so but i am so happy that he did. i don't understand why he can have so many lovers and only he can be mine, but i am so happy that we are together. i don't understand why he silences my thoughts when i am pouring them to him like the heavens and kisses me, but i love the touch of his lips, his skin, his soft soft hair. it is the feeling of love, of passion.
look harry, he says in that soft voice i feel he reserves for me alone. there one is falling. i trace its descension and wish for the future. he reaches out and places his hand on top of mine, an extension of the moonlight. i can feel the individual blades of grass pressing into my palm and the dew gently soaking the bottom of my legs. draco, i whisper. he turns and i lose the words i had gathered. he is perfect a god. a coy smile is playing its way across his face and my lips are heavy, words are spilling over them. what do you want from me, draco? why are you with me and everyone else?
harry, he smiles. i do not think love is made to be contained. it is made to spill over onto everyone who gets near us.
but draco, this isn't love. this is sex, this is passion.
his smile widens and his face is so close to mine so perfect, silver hair hanging in my face. what do you believe in, harry?
i--
he is kissing me and i cannot remember any words or why i care about anything else. his hand is in my hair and he is pressing me into the grass, dew drops like tears on my shoulders. show me that you love me, harry.
this isn't love draco, i murmur through his lips. he laughs and asks what is then. would i prefer to be talking now? i am silent. he pulls away and is sitting on my chest, knees pressing into the earth on either side of my breaths. i don't think our thoughts matter very much harry, he says with that bitter gentle voice, and i don't think we agree on many things.
draco--
he is kissing me again. i think we are perfectly compatible right now, don't you harry? i am silent, there are tears dappling my eyelashes. i do not think there is anything more important than this, don't you agree?
i need him so so badly. and if this is all he needs me for, i will simply have to satisfy him in the only way i can.
i love you draco.
he laughs. i think this is wonderful too harry.