Those loyal Hufflepuffs.

I don't know why, but I'm drawn to him.

He's just a filthy mudblood, really… a filthy hufflepuff mudblood.

How very unsettling.

I like the way his long, black lashes rest on his pale cheeks while he closes his eyes to concentrate on the soothing hum of the rain. The way his lower jaw stands out slightly, making him even more puppy-like, even cuter…

"Come here…"

The way he always manages to look surprised when I drag him away from those stupid friends of his. The way he keeps staring at me, his grey eyes sparkling in the dim light when I pull him down on the couch with me.

"Come…"

The way he always blushes when I slide my hands around his neck to bring him closer while he awkwardly straddles my thighs.

"That's it…" I tell him "…all mine."

He never says anything, he doesn't need words.

"Take your shirt off"

He always obeys… not afraid, he is. Just eager to please.

My loyal little hufflepuff.

Such a gentle soul, such a warm little thing.

Sometimes, when he looks down at me like he does now, his red lips glistening and his eyes full of devotion, I feel my chest tightens.

"Closer…"

I pull him into me, wrapping my arms around his back, fingers trailing over smooth, flawless skin, lips wound to his throbbing pulse-point.

Sometimes, when he kisses my cheeks like he does now, I realise I need this, I need him. More than the total hold I have upon him, I need the soft edge in his voice when he breathes out my name, the warm compassion in his eyes.

He understands me… like no one does. Like no one will.

Father would be so mad…

A muggle-born.

"Give me your hand" I ask.

And he does, lacing his long fingers with mine.

When he is this close, nothing can stop me.

I'll tell You-know-who to go fuck himself into oblivion if I have to. Just to be with him. Just one last night.

As if sensing my thoughts, he presses his warm lips to mine in a breathtakingly loving kiss.

"Shut it out, Draco" he whispers "Everything is gonna be alright…"

And I don't know why, but I believe him. Whatever he says.

Everything is gonna be alright…

I need to believe, I need to drop the mask and try to be myself. I need to try and remember what it was like when I didn't have to pretend. Pretend to be cold and heartless.

"Kiss me" he smiles, gently pressing our noses together.

"Why?" I ask, hands resting in the small of his back.

"Because I love you." he says like it is the most obvious thing in the world.

Your legs are smooth, as they graze mine.
We're doing fine.
We're doing nothing at all.

And I feel so very possessive suddenly. I feel like tying him to my bed and never let him go.

I kiss him, just like I mean it… deeply, forcefully. And I feel him smile against my lips.

My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me.
So won't you kill me?
So I die happy.
My heart is yours to fill or burst,
to break or bury, or wear as jewellery.
Whichever you prefer.

Justin…

My Justin…

The end