Conjuring The Moon
~FawkesRises
Disclaimer: Don't own them, don't sue me
Warning: Slash ahead kiddies
AN: Hi! *wave* it's another of my birthday fics…actually it's more like a ficlet but *shrug* you know me. It's Harry/Draco from Draco's POV. I actually got inspired partly by Shakespeare's King Lear, (if you can believe that) and partly by watching Practical Magic for like the thousandth time. The verse is from a poem by Pablo Neruda (he's the man).
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Oh invádeme con tu boca abrasadora
Indágame, si quieres, con tus ojos nocturnos,
Pero en tu nombre déjame navegar y dormir
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We keep ourselves secret, hidden away in dark corridors and closets full of cobwebs. Everything is quick kisses and stolen glances. It doesn't matter to me though. I'll take whatever there is.
Because when we're together, it seems everyone has disappeared; the world had stopped in its orbit. Nothing matters except you and me – we only have to satisfy ourselves. There are no expectations to live up to, no good versus evil. No one is dragging us kicking and screaming in opposite directions.
There is only us.
There's no need to expect anyone else to understand what we seek out in each other. How could anyone outside of us, of this, understand what we can't grasp ourselves…
Is it love?
I don't think it can be. I don't believe either of us is capable of that, not anymore – at least not love the way it is supposed to be. We've become too tainted, too twisted by things we can't control.
Maybe it's just lust…
Maybe it is. It feels like more, but pure want is a powerful thing. It can always make itself seem more than it is. Still…
What's left?
A release…
If that's what we do, if that's what we have, then let it be. I'd rather have something than nothing at all.