Lily: some people wonder hwat I do in my free timeā¦those people have obviously not read some of my fanfiction.
Everything comes back to you
Draco Malfoy wanted to sleep. He wanted so desperately to just close his eyes and drift into the land of dreams. He longed for it like a starving man longed for even the smallest bite of food. His want had grown to be enormous, becoming a physical ache behind his eyes and in his head. It also manifested itself as a deep dull throbbing in his chest, slightly painful and constant, thrumming through his body with every beat of his heart. He wanted to sleep so bad, so bloody bad! But he couldn't.
One big hand scraped through unusually disheveled blonde hair for what seemed to be the thousandth time in an hour. Eyes ringed with dark purple darted around, bloodshot and slightly unfocused. The hand that wasn't making a riotous mess of his hair gripped a cup of tepid water, it shook causing the water to occasionally slop over the rim of the cup. The clock told Draco that it was 4 am. Its luminous display cast a red glow against his paler than normal skin. He could feel his heart labor to pump blood through his body, every atom of his being screamed at him to sleep, but he couldn't.
Not without Harry.
How long had it been? Draco wondered to himself, red rimmed eyes darting down to his feet and noting with a glimmer of distaste the patches of dry skin there. How many days had it been since Harry had left him? It couldn't have been too many. It couldn't have been so long. After all, Draco still remembered the sound of Harry's voice. He could still smell his clean, slightly sweet scent. He could still feel the heat of Harry's body ingrained in his skin and in his place on the bed they had shared. He still remembered the way Harry felt around him, hot and almost unbearably tight. He could still feel the slow slide of sweat on his skin. He remembered the way Harry sounded, moaning, gasping, panting, his breath hot and moist against Draco's skin. He could feel the dull scrape of Harry's nails on the skin of his back, up and down, slightly painful but sending sparks of pleasure through Draco's body.
Yes, he remembered it all. And the clearer he remembered it, the more intense his longing for it became. Memories aroused him, making him hard and irritable and adding to the insomnia that always came when Harry was missing.
Why!? He asked himself, hand raking through his hair for the umpteenth time.
Why must he always leave me!?
His hands shook harder as he heaved a dry sob, his soul gaping wide with loss and frustration.
Because of all the things he could do, his love Harry had become a flight attendant and was always, always leaving him alone.
Lily: hmmm, just a bit of crack. And I don't mean the story either, hyuhyuhyuhyuuuuu (GETSSHOT). No, I'm joking (and a loserrrrr!). Anyway, I like it a bit, made me giggle. The end was really impulsive, this was going to be a longer piece, and it started out as the first chapter to a serious angsty thing. But then I was like "escreeew dat!" So yeah, I hope this made somebody go "omgwtfbbq but lolzzzz!" or maybe just "haaaha" at the end.
