Disclaimer: I only WISH I owned Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter. They belong to JK Rowling and Warner Bros. ::sigh::
Author note: Companion piece to 'Reality Check (And I Love You)' as requested for – duly delivered. Hope you like it. Review!
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Beautiful
Hey now,
hey now
Don't dream it's over
Hey now, hey now
When the world comes in
They come, they come
To build a wall between us
Don't ever let them win
--Sixpence None the Richer, 'Don't Dream It's Over'
Your eyes turn a murky grey and I long to know what you are thinking. I love the colours of your eyes and in the time we've been together, I've learned to tell your moods by the colour of your eyes. They're shining silver when you're happy and darkest when you're sad. They're dark now.
I put my arm around you and feel you tense beneath me. I murmur soothingly and start massaging those tight knots from your shoulders and there's a sense of satisfaction when your purr and relax into my arms, flowing with that Malfoy-esque grace and poise which I both adore and envy.
Your eyes are closed now and your breathing slows – I know that you have fallen asleep.
I pull the blankets around us; a cocoon from the harsh, unforgiving world that we both want to leave behind. It's a beautiful night, love. Let's not spoil it.
The pillows are soft and your body fits mine perfectly. No wonder that I soon follow you into dreamland. We chase the stars and sit on clouds; nothing's impossible when you're in love.
I feel rather than see your eyes on me and I turn to meet your gaze. It is impossible to tell what is on your mind, your secrecy is legendary. But I'll always trust you, trust your love. Call it blind faith but you've never betrayed it. So far.
Did anyone ever tell you you're beautiful? Well you are. Moonlight shining on silky blonde hair, milky white skin and an incredibly toned body. I worship you with my lips, laying soft kisses on your eyes and nose.
Crying, Draco? I didn't know you could, you ice-god of a sculpture. I find you human and that is strangely comforting. I kiss away your tears, enjoying the salty taste of you. Don't get me wrong. I don't enjoy your sorrow. I want to take it away. But you only cry the more and hold me tighter as if you never want to let me go.
Hush, Draco. I'm here for you. I'm your Harry. I'll always be your Harry, no matter what happens. I'll still be here loving you even if you become a Death Eater, even if you join Voldemort, even if your father keeps us apart. I'll always be waiting. For you.
Because I love you, beautiful.
"I love you."