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Challenge Meme
This ficlet is the result of a challenge that was set in my greatestjournal.
Pair: Draco/Harry
Line: Some things are better left unsaid.
"This world is a cruel place/ and we're here only to lose..."-HIM
The moon hung high in the eve of night, stars blinked serenely in the cerulean sky. An adolescent pair of lovers lay peacefully in their satin lined bed, but what an onlooker would not notice is the fact that one of them, the fair haired one, was still awake.
With his delicate arm draped across the raven haired boy's chest, which rose and fell in a peaceful rhythm, Draco was caught in the intricacies of his own thoughts. It was rare of late when Harry actually found rest- and this Draco knew well. The only evidence was where dark circles formed underneath Harry's eyes, as it seemed, collecting those passing hours when he paced their bedroom or wandered off to places unknown.
Eyes like the arctic ice drifted over Harry's form, always catching when then landed on his angelic face. Thoughts incessantly collected in the bowels of his mind making it nearly impossible to find sleep.
There are some blows that would not lessen by time, that can not be softened by kind, compassionate words. Harry had been faced with these far too often, walls had been built up and the pain had hardened him, made him a bit more distant. Draco held himself closer to the Gryffindor, as if out of fear that once separated, it would serve for eternity.
There were so many things that Draco wanted to do for Harry; hold him, caress him-- anything to keep the pain away, he had already suffered enough to span ten lifetimes.
It had occurred no more than a month ago, and though Draco had not witnessed it, but the knowledge came to him with one look into those gorgeous emerald eyes that held such hurt and anguish. Sirius Black, the only real father figure that Harry had every known, had fallen. It came as a complete shock. Draco thought it would be Ron, maybe Hermione, but...Sirius? It was unfair...but, it was life.
Draco knew that it was better to have the precious time given to you, the moments of both joy and sorrow, that you can always look back on and smile. That the time that Harry was given with Sirius was a gift, and he was lucky to have had the chance to know him and the truth-- and that was worth the pain. But, no. Draco could not say all this his love. It would be taken the wrong way. Adolescent greed would spark and ignite a flame over all other reason. It would be said that it was his right to have a father, and in every shape or form, it had been stolen away from him.
Sighing, he gently kissed Harry's neck. Some things are better left unsaid, Draco thought to himself as he drifted into the world of sleep, where dreams clouded minds with hope of a better future, or, perhaps an altered past.