I love him.
More than life itself. But he can never know.
He could never love me the way I love him.
How I observe his every move, notice little things, like how he taps his fingertips on the desk when he thinks, the alluring way his forehead scrunches all up when he's concentrating or doesn't understand something. How he looks so damn beautiful anytime I look at him. But still, all his little flaws and imperfections could never even come close to comparing to how very perfect he is.
How purely and utterly Draco.
As I stare, I feel myself falling in love all over again. As if seeing him for the first time.
***
I feel his eyes on me. I always have, perhaps always will. I wonder why. Why me? What do I have to give? How can I measure up to Harry Potter? My sworn enemy since the first time we met. But I knew then. I know now, it can never be more than this. A stolen glance here, a snide remark there, is this all that is planned for us? Is this all that can come from all our pain? All our joy?
I need to tell him. Tell him how I feel. But how? What will he do? Nothing is simple anymore. I don't suppose it ever will be again. Not that it ever was with him. Harry, my love, please, just hold me. I want to be close to you. I want to be with you.
Now,
Forever.
***
How we got through, I don't know. But I do know that I'm the happiest man alive. My lover in my arms, singing me to sleep as we hold each other close, am I in heaven?
I'm sure of it.
***
Looking at my beautiful Harry sleeping beside me, the tiniest of smiles on his face. He looks so peaceful. I feel a tingling sensation throughout my whole body as I brush a few strands of hair off his gorgeous face. He stirs, bringing me closer to him. I can feel the warmth radiating off of his body. I'm finally complete. I couldn't ask for more. More than my Harry. I am home.
More than life itself. But he can never know.
He could never love me the way I love him.
How I observe his every move, notice little things, like how he taps his fingertips on the desk when he thinks, the alluring way his forehead scrunches all up when he's concentrating or doesn't understand something. How he looks so damn beautiful anytime I look at him. But still, all his little flaws and imperfections could never even come close to comparing to how very perfect he is.
How purely and utterly Draco.
As I stare, I feel myself falling in love all over again. As if seeing him for the first time.
***
I feel his eyes on me. I always have, perhaps always will. I wonder why. Why me? What do I have to give? How can I measure up to Harry Potter? My sworn enemy since the first time we met. But I knew then. I know now, it can never be more than this. A stolen glance here, a snide remark there, is this all that is planned for us? Is this all that can come from all our pain? All our joy?
I need to tell him. Tell him how I feel. But how? What will he do? Nothing is simple anymore. I don't suppose it ever will be again. Not that it ever was with him. Harry, my love, please, just hold me. I want to be close to you. I want to be with you.
Now,
Forever.
***
How we got through, I don't know. But I do know that I'm the happiest man alive. My lover in my arms, singing me to sleep as we hold each other close, am I in heaven?
I'm sure of it.
***
Looking at my beautiful Harry sleeping beside me, the tiniest of smiles on his face. He looks so peaceful. I feel a tingling sensation throughout my whole body as I brush a few strands of hair off his gorgeous face. He stirs, bringing me closer to him. I can feel the warmth radiating off of his body. I'm finally complete. I couldn't ask for more. More than my Harry. I am home.
