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respectively to J.K. Rowling and to Warner bros. This story is for
entertainment purposes only.
Dreams
By: Sakura Usagi
Harry knew him in this place. His pointed features, gray eyes and silver blonde hair. Even here he possessed that proud arrogant lift to his face. It was imbued in him, almost flowing through his veins, and yet that glacial coldness was gone. His eyes were tender and glowed with an undefined something. It quelled caustic words and made his hands tender, and sweet.
Harry could no more name that indefinable something than count and name all the stars in the sky. But he knew what it was. He knew because it burned within him as well. Like a flame clutched to his heart that warmed him. It burned it all away. All the angry words and hurt and hatred. When he was here, in this place everything was different. The world just stopped, or maybe they did. And for a little while the world forgot them. It passed by, and there was no Voldemort, no war, no death. There was just the two of them and it was enough. Because here in Draco's arms he was whole and complete. He had lost a piece of himself when his parents had died. But he had never known and then it had returned with Sirius but then he had fallen and then he felt it. An aching emptiness that screamed at him. But here, it wasn't gone and he was whole. But every time he was away, it returned. And he just went numb because if he felt it would hurt too much. It would be like watching himself drown and never be able to stop it.
Harry woke up slowly, the sun filtering through the dormitory windows. He felt the slow dull ache spread through his limbs as he woke. It was there all the time now, every time he had that dream when he woke up.when he woke up it was like dying. As he ate breakfast in the main hall his eyes drifted to a familiar blonde head. Malfoy's eyes shifted to his and those gray eyes so cold and hard and filled with malice, and hatred pierced him to the core. He glanced away becoming fixated with his breakfast. He never even noticed the lingering look Draco sent his way.
Fini?
respectively to J.K. Rowling and to Warner bros. This story is for
entertainment purposes only.
Dreams
By: Sakura Usagi
Harry knew him in this place. His pointed features, gray eyes and silver blonde hair. Even here he possessed that proud arrogant lift to his face. It was imbued in him, almost flowing through his veins, and yet that glacial coldness was gone. His eyes were tender and glowed with an undefined something. It quelled caustic words and made his hands tender, and sweet.
Harry could no more name that indefinable something than count and name all the stars in the sky. But he knew what it was. He knew because it burned within him as well. Like a flame clutched to his heart that warmed him. It burned it all away. All the angry words and hurt and hatred. When he was here, in this place everything was different. The world just stopped, or maybe they did. And for a little while the world forgot them. It passed by, and there was no Voldemort, no war, no death. There was just the two of them and it was enough. Because here in Draco's arms he was whole and complete. He had lost a piece of himself when his parents had died. But he had never known and then it had returned with Sirius but then he had fallen and then he felt it. An aching emptiness that screamed at him. But here, it wasn't gone and he was whole. But every time he was away, it returned. And he just went numb because if he felt it would hurt too much. It would be like watching himself drown and never be able to stop it.
Harry woke up slowly, the sun filtering through the dormitory windows. He felt the slow dull ache spread through his limbs as he woke. It was there all the time now, every time he had that dream when he woke up.when he woke up it was like dying. As he ate breakfast in the main hall his eyes drifted to a familiar blonde head. Malfoy's eyes shifted to his and those gray eyes so cold and hard and filled with malice, and hatred pierced him to the core. He glanced away becoming fixated with his breakfast. He never even noticed the lingering look Draco sent his way.
Fini?