Shades of Beautiful
And I'd give up forever to touch you
Cuz I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now
Draco sighed and nuzzled against the
hollow of Harry's throat, his tongue lashing out to catch a drop of sweat that
rolled off his skin. He was so happy right where he was, and he never wanted it
to end. Right there, curled up in Harry's protective arms, he knew that he was
safe, that nothing was ever going to harm him again, and it was the most
wonderful feeling he had ever had. Harry was the closest taste of heaven that
he would ever have, that someone like him could ever even hope for, and he knew
that Harry loved him and that somehow, somehow he could feel what was in his
heart, could feel the love that he held there even though he was unable to
voice it, and he didn't ever want to leave the sheltering comfort of his loving
arms.
And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
Cuz sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight
But reality threatened; yet still he
pushed it away. He didn't want to think about reality, didn't want to think
about what awaited him when he had to leave the safe cocoon that they had made
for themselves here. He didn't want to think about the danger, the hate, the
rage that hovered like a grim specter of death. He just wanted to lie where he
was, curled up in his beloved's embrace, and revel in the love that surrounded
him. Later, later he would think about the pain that would almost certainly
catch up to him, but for now… for now he would be with Harry, the Boy Who Was
Loved. The boy he loved, and would continue to love for eternity, no matter
what the consequences.
And you can't fight the tears that ain't
coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah, you'd bleed just to know you're alive
But the more he tired not to think
about things, the more he thought about them. And the more he thought, the more
he wanted to cry, but all of his tears were gone. They had all been used up as
a child, so all that was left was a dry burning in his eyes, when he felt like
tears would wash all the pain away. Silly, of course, because nothing could
erase the pain, but he felt that now, cradled in the comforting embrace of
darkness and Harry's arms, the tears could wash everything away- the pain, the
destruction, the lies. He had been living alive for so long now, and he didn't
know how to cast it away. He wasn't strong enough to cast it away. All he could
do was bleed, the only thing that held him to reality- the blood and Harry. But
right now he had Harry, and he clung to the physical shell of the pillar of
strength that was Harry's spirit, as if the closer he got, the more he held on,
the stronger he himself got. But that wasn't true. Nothing could make him
strong again.
And I don't want the world to see me
Cuz I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
He wished that he could just cast away
the lie, just stand under a shower of his tears and wash everything away. But
he couldn't, even if he could still shed tears. No one would understand what
was inside him, no one but Harry. But he wasn't strong enough to show his love
what really lurked inside him, because he was afraid that it would horrify him,
and he knew that if he lost Harry, he would have nothing. Something inside him
would break, something inside him would die, and he would be nothing. So he
clung to Harry and knew that he would snatch these precious moments and hold
them close, because they were all that were holding him to this world. But he
wanted, wanted so badly that it hurt somewhere deep inside of him, to show
Harry the truth.
But some things were never meant to
be, so he clung tighter to his love and feel into a deep, dreamless sleep.