Harry Potter had an unusual obsession. Not a kink, no. But it was certainly odd.
Of all things about his boyfriend. Of his gorgeous, blonde hair, stormy grey eyes or his sensitive disposition, Harry loved his hands. Harry loved everything about Draco. Everything. But there was something about the boy's hands that Harry adored.
There was something about those long, slender, fingers. The pale, white skin that was always soft even in the dead of winter, and those perfect fingernails. They seemed... almost childlike when Draco slept, his fingers curled in relaxation, resting beside his milky white skin. His pink lips issuing soft breaths. His hair askew.
Harry loved those hands that we so gentle yet so strong. He loved the way they would cling tightly to his shirt like a child's would when Draco was upset, or just needing to feel close. He loved the way that Draco's long, thin thumb would find its way into his mouth at night, despite Draco's protests that it ever happened.
He loved holding Draco's hands in his. Running his thumb in circles on baby soft skin. He love bringing one of those beautiful hands to his lips and kissing each finger lightly, looking into Draco's eyes. Saying silently "It's okay". He loved the way his pale fingers protruded from his robe sleeves. The way his palms shifted seamlessly from hand to slender, scared wrists.
He loved that when they'd cuddle, Draco would lay beside Harry, his head on his chest, and his arms would snake upwards and find away to hold on to him. He was always holding onto him. Almost as though he were afraid he'd go away.
Harry loved the way that Draco would gently curl his fingers and hide his eyes when he was upset or scared. The way he fingered the necklace Harry had given him. The way he stroked Harry's skin with those long, soft fingers.
He loved the way they'd button up a shirt, tie a shoe, or turn a page. Draco really did have beautiful hands.
Harry Potter sat and watched the sleeping figure of his boyfriend with a smile on his face. He bit cutely on his lower lip and his green eyes watched the curled, girlish fingers resting on the sheets just below his sighing mouth. The thumb was wet. Harry reached across to stroke the soft skin on the back of the hand and gently lay down beside the sleeping boy.
Harry Potter loved his boyfriend's hands.
So folks, haven't written in a while. Thoughts? I know this is much different than my normal stuff but this is based on my own experience. I have my own Draco ^.^ so I thought I'd try this out. REVIEW please. Thanks
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