Author: ICountCrows
Disclaimer: All characters are JKR's. The plot belongs to my muse, Arden.
Summary: Harry's musings as he watches Draco sleep. H/D Fluff.
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He stirred in his sleep, but didn't wake.
I smiled. I liked watching him best when he was dreaming. He always looked so peaceful.
He glowed like an angel - white gold hair reflecting the bright moonlight and pale skin flushed with heat from his heavy blankets. Strands of hair fell into his face as he shifted and I brushed them away lightly, relishing the touch of silk on my calloused fingers.
He was my angel. All mine.
My eyes swept over him for the millionth time. I never tired of his beauty. He was astounding - perfect, really, every muscle hard and defined, yet somehow still soft, delicate, innocent. I felt the sudden urge to protect him...
I would always protect him. Always...
I let my gaze drift to his back. I loved his back. It was my favorite place to kiss - to run my hands and mouth over - to taste. I savored it. It was like the temple of his body, and it was there that I went to worship him.
I trailed the familiar patterns of his scars with my eyes, resisting the urge to reach out and touch them for fear of waking him. Beautiful imperfections - testimony to his love for me. He was a paragon - a phenix - unsurpassed in excellence, supreme in beauty, Godlike in existence.
He was Heaven on Earth.
Finally I gave into temptation, reaching out and trailing one finger down my favorite scar - the oldest scar. I knew his father gave it to him when he told him about us; I knew it was my wound as much as his.
The skin under my touch was hot, and he stretched as I let my hand linger there. He rolled over and I knew I had awoken him. His eyes were cloudy gray and sparkled in the faint light from the window.
"I was dreaming about you," he whispered lowly, his hand finding mine under the sheets.
I liked watching him best when he was dreaming.