Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Seriously.

A/N: Written for Challenge #230 ~ Remainder: #226 ~ Heart at femslash100.

A/N2: As always, if you enjoy the drabble, please review. It doesn't take long to do so and it'd make my day! Oh, and it'd make the muse happy, so surely that's something!

A/N3: It's really only been two weeks since I last posted anything, but it honestly feels like it has been longer. Anyway, a pithy – okay, maybe not pithy, let's settle for interesting, how's that? – an interesting observation to make: when you don't write for so long, when an inspiration hits, it ends up haunting you. Your muse retreats in the face of a frightening onslaught of deadlines and it's precisely why, despite the inspiration having hit more than a week ago, I've only managed to pin my muse down (not in that way! or maybe it's just my dirty mind) and write this drabble. I never intended it to be more than a drabble, but it still surprised me when it turns out so short. I mean, this A/N is longer than the drabble. On that note, if you've read this whole thing, congratulations! Honestly, I just needed to vent after writing pages and pages of history, classics and politics.


We have no need for words tonight. Just a touch, just a sigh and the thud of our hearts in time with each other, and please, please let time stand still as we make love to the beat of kisses as fervent as a prayer and embraces as desperate as a last wish. Our hands move feverishly, our blood rushes, roars with an innate self-cadence and our tears burn each other as we meld ever closer in an attempt to become one – and who is to say where I begin and you end?

"Pansy."

"Gin."

"Come home to me."

"Always."