I have been reincarnated...as a paper star. Stayed up all night making them and coming up with this story. I can't own Harry Potter because I'm not cool enough. ;_; boo hoo
Reptilic Blanket
He tossed and turned beneath the silk sheets, trying to wander away from the arriving storm that threathened to wash away the earth's color. His dark green eyes lit up as lighting seeped through the pitch black curtains. He tumbled out of the bed, clutching at the following sheet that dared itself to become tangle within his long naked legs. Harry's lithe hands searched the bedside table as his eyes struggled to make out the ware abouts of his glasses. Thunder roared through the windows that sent shocks down his spine. When he had captured his spectacles, he darted towards the dungeon's door and heaved it open as rain drops started landing everywhere outside of the castle he was homed in.
The hallways were dark and hollow, only being lit for a few moments when lighting made it's bold entrance through the windows. Harry covered himself in the sheet and ran forward towards another hallway which led to only one door. The white button up shirt flowed behind him along with the sheet as his pace began to quicken. He panted slighty, as he tried to regain his breath from the needless running and shock from the sudden appearence from nature's outsiders: lighting and thunder. Rain was suddenly pouring harder outside, so Harry made quick work of budging the door open, closing it, and finding his way through the darkness. He bumped into a large structure, which he conclude was the end of the bed he was searching for.
His hands ran across the silk sheets that adorned the figure resting peacefully beneath them. When he figured no one was on the other side of the taken bed, he hoisted himself up onto it, trying so hard not to wake the other sleeping person within the beds comfort. Harry became eratic when the other person became aware of his presence, so he scooted to the edge of the bed and covered himself in the sheet he had brought with him. Harry stayed absolutely still, cringing as the thunder roared into his ears. He felt the other person move through the sheets, he felt himself absorbing his body heat, he felt the naked chest slide against his cheek as he was embraced.
The storm outside raging like never before was forgotten as Harry Potter lay asleep in Lord Voldemort's bare arms. He laid his chin upon the younger boy's mess of hair, pulling him closer so that there was barely any space to move. Harry, unstirred by the motion of being flush up against the powerful man, allowed himself to be lulled by the reptilic blanket forming around him.
FIN
OMG! INSPIRED BY THE FREQEUNT STORMS ADORNING CHICAGO. RUINED MY TRAIN OF THOUGHT SO THAT I COULD WRITE THIS BABY HERE. THERE'S NO SMUT OR ANYTHING, ONLY BECAUSE I'M WORKING ON MAKING THEM BETTER...AUGH!
STOP RAINING DAMMIT! ;_ ;
