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Harry Potter The Boy Who Quoted

He stared at his parchment. A small line of ink had dripped from his special feather pen, staining with the shape of a scar which after a few moment protruded and lifted of the paper.

Right down the center.

How appropriate.

Life truly was a moment in time, and just that.

As he finally put his pen to the paper he decided to let the words flow.

For you.

Your name is a bomb ready to explore the moment it leaves my lips.

Your kiss is deliciously sweet and caring. The moment your chocolate mint breath touches my neck, my cheek and finally after a long moment of sweet torture my lips.. I get lost in a fog of feelings not knowing which light to follow. Yet you always find me, for that I thank you.

Your hugs are kind and gentle, they drop me to my knees and yet I can never hit the soft plush carpet underneath, for you are always there to hold me no matter the strain.

Your eyes are so peaceful and clear, yet they can burn into my heart with a side glance or stare.

Your touch is nothing if not irresistible. It can keep me warm on a coolest spring day's at bay. It can cool me down on a hottest summer's day. Most of all your touch inspires my stomach to flutter to the highest peeks and settle on the softest clouds.

Your smell is simply understood. It is beautiful. It keeps me intrigued and teases my senses. I can never have enough of he sweet smell that is your skin.

Your smile is encouraging. It holds the light of my life and the spirit of my heart.

Your love is one of a kind. That's all I can say. Your love is one of a kind.

He stared at his parchment once again. Surprised that this time he managed more than just the tittle name.

Tap...Tap..Tap.. It went.

The next day a small pale frame reached for his bedside. Finding a small note held down by a snitch... Odd he thought who would leave him such a message? Dumbledoor's spirit had said it would not return after the final battle, yet here was a letter. Perhaps he had forgotten something?

Slowly opening the letter he waited for a picture to come to his mind then decided that perhaps it wouldn't be so simple this time, after all his Godfather had told him so many times before his untimely death.

Reaching for the edge of the paper he began to feel the small dots there. Who would write such a thing? Who could and why..? Quickly his mind reached an answer. So this was from the headmistress- his thoughts stopped there as he read the title and felt the small lighting shaped scar that marred the paper. Reading with the tip of his delicate fingers he couldn't help but let teas fall. As he reached to clean his face a gentle touch wiped his cheeks and under his blind eyes. "How long?" Where the only words that could escape his lips as a gentle kiss stole his breath away. A few seconds later as lips parted and sighs escaped smiling lips he reached up and followed a strong jaw line to feather soft hair. "Still an unruly mess Potter?"

Forest green eyes shined with joy as the author of Draco's poem let a chuckle escape his lips. " Have I ever changed? Still feel up for that dance you promised me before... my tragic and so utterly untimely death..? Draco just held tight as he danced to an imagined melody. As he melted into Harry's touch he followed the arm around his frame up to Harry's ear and slowly pulled down.. "5 years of presumed death only to come back and quote the Daily Prophet?" Harry leaned into the tug that quickly turned into a caress and nodded calmly.

"Of course."

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By:Kashi'sSnuggleANBUuny