This is a translation of one of my work - the original one is in italian and it is posted on my profile on the website Efpfanfic.
Sorry for any grammar/spelling mistakes - as you all know, english is not my mother-tongue.
Thank you all and... Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or its characters - just having some fun with them. I do, however, own the plot.
No copyright infringement intended.
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"Oh, my love, my darling
I've hungered for your touch
A long, lonely time
And time goes by so slowly
And time can do so much
Are you still mine?
I need your love…"
- Righteous Brothers, Unchained Melody
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Lips grazing slowly, hungry and frightened hands clinging to the clothes and the flesh, arms shaking to the bone, breaths quivering on the skin.
The sounds of curses come muffled to their ears, the smell of death and destruction can do nothing against the smell of the two of them together.
He hugs her tightly, as if he knew that, that will be the last time.
As if he felt, he felt he had to etch that body, that smell, that taste, that love on his skin and on his heart - on his memories.
Another kiss, impetuous, and then another one before saying goodbye.
One last look, one last hug, one last sentence and her cheeks are flushing - the last memory, the most beautiful.
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"Are you still mine?"