An Obsession
by Andy Candy
Author's website: http://www22.brinkster.com/cosmicdancer/
Category: Angst
Characters: Draco/Harry, Draco's POV
Rating: R
Summary: It is not a healthy thing to be obsessed.
Story notes: 1.12 a.m.
There was an article today in the Daily Prophet. They're looking for you. Even the Dursleys told reporters that they maybe want to know where you are. See? "Please come back Harry. We miss you." Mudblood has been crying for days. I hand you the paper and run my hand through hair. "You are not going back, are you?" Silence. "No you aren't." I press a smile to your forehead.
* * *
"What are you doing here?" You don't hear my question. You're sleeping on the floor. It must be cold there. "Let me help, here's my cloak." Somehow I have never liked it. It is just a bit too bright. Blue. It suits you. Maybe it is because of your hair, black looks good with blue. "Hey!" I pull hair away from your face. "Been drinking?" That smell of alcohol is strange. It is not your smell.
"Remember two weeks ago at the stairs? There were tens of students blocking the way, everybody trying to get a glance of a fight started by some third year boys. I guess you didn't know where I was standing. I was right behind you, testing how close I could stand to you without touching." Harry, you are grating your teeth. "I slowly lifted my left hand. I walked my fingers up your shoulder, only two millimeters away from your skin. They touched your hair. I even let them wind around a strand of hair. It was that second twirling point from down and left. Those twirls are the reason why your hair is such a mess. There's seven of them, I've counted. Once or twice a day I check if they have multiplied."
Your lower lip is shaking. "Hey Harry, open your eyes. Open your eyes." It stopped. You squeeze my cloak. You take a deep breath and I am sure your lips curve to shy smile.
"I've haven't yet showed you what my father taught me last summer."
* * *
I press a smile to your forehead. It is still soft. Perfect. We haven't changed much. Your skin has a memory of it's former smell left. You have lost some colour, my beautiful one. But we do not care so much about that after all, do we? I just wish I could save your body from rotting.
"Hey Harry, open your eyes..."
by Andy Candy
Author's website: http://www22.brinkster.com/cosmicdancer/
Category: Angst
Characters: Draco/Harry, Draco's POV
Rating: R
Summary: It is not a healthy thing to be obsessed.
Story notes: 1.12 a.m.
There was an article today in the Daily Prophet. They're looking for you. Even the Dursleys told reporters that they maybe want to know where you are. See? "Please come back Harry. We miss you." Mudblood has been crying for days. I hand you the paper and run my hand through hair. "You are not going back, are you?" Silence. "No you aren't." I press a smile to your forehead.
* * *
"What are you doing here?" You don't hear my question. You're sleeping on the floor. It must be cold there. "Let me help, here's my cloak." Somehow I have never liked it. It is just a bit too bright. Blue. It suits you. Maybe it is because of your hair, black looks good with blue. "Hey!" I pull hair away from your face. "Been drinking?" That smell of alcohol is strange. It is not your smell.
"Remember two weeks ago at the stairs? There were tens of students blocking the way, everybody trying to get a glance of a fight started by some third year boys. I guess you didn't know where I was standing. I was right behind you, testing how close I could stand to you without touching." Harry, you are grating your teeth. "I slowly lifted my left hand. I walked my fingers up your shoulder, only two millimeters away from your skin. They touched your hair. I even let them wind around a strand of hair. It was that second twirling point from down and left. Those twirls are the reason why your hair is such a mess. There's seven of them, I've counted. Once or twice a day I check if they have multiplied."
Your lower lip is shaking. "Hey Harry, open your eyes. Open your eyes." It stopped. You squeeze my cloak. You take a deep breath and I am sure your lips curve to shy smile.
"I've haven't yet showed you what my father taught me last summer."
* * *
I press a smile to your forehead. It is still soft. Perfect. We haven't changed much. Your skin has a memory of it's former smell left. You have lost some colour, my beautiful one. But we do not care so much about that after all, do we? I just wish I could save your body from rotting.
"Hey Harry, open your eyes..."