Desire
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Genre: Romance/Angst
AN: My laptop crashed horribly, and I lost the file with the topics for my Harry and Draco drabbles. I'm trying desperately to find the list again, so bear with me. In the meantime, I'm going to write little things like this. Hope you enjoy it, sorry if it's incredibly sappy. I tend to write differently depending on what kind of mood I'm in. Also, lyrics and title are from "Desire" by Ryan Adams. Please read and review. :)
Two hearts fading, like a flower
And all this waiting, for the power
For some answer, to this fire
Sinking slowly, the water's higher
Desire
He wants this. He needs this. He's ashamed to beg for it, but beg he does. He begs and begs and that man laughs at him, but he shoves Harry roughly against the wall and devours him, mouth, heart, and soul. He tastes like cigarettes and whiskey and pain, but Harry thinks he's never tasted anything better in his whole life.
Harry is crushed against a brick wall, another man's hips grinding into his all the while. The blindfold itches over his eyes, but this was the one condition the stranger made him fulfill. But Harry doesn't need to see this man to know that he is beautiful. Harry's hands roam over his face; he can feel the strong aristocratic nose and chin, can feel the silky softness of his lover's shoulder-length hair. He can smell the musky cologne with just a hint of vanilla and sandalwood underneath. This man smells like desire and loss, and Harry can't remember ever wanting anyone more.
He deludes himself constantly with the thought that what they have is love, but another part of him knows better. If it was love, he would not be left abandoned in a dirty alley when their tryst is complete. If it was love, he would know the man's name, his interests, his passions, his desires. But he doesn't, and at the end of the night, when the man whispers 'I love you' into his ear and Harry tells him the same, he knows that it's only a lie to comfort himself through his unending loneliness.
When Draco Malfoy pulls away from Harry every night, he lingers. He stands before Harry hoping against hope that Harry will be the rule-breaking Gryffindor he always used to be and take off his blindfold and discover him. He wants Harry to see him standing before Harry, chest heaving, eyes watering, his heart on his sleeve and his soul lying bare and broken on display. He wants Harry. He needs Harry. He's ashamed to, but he silently begs for Harry.
And when Draco tells Harry he loves him, he really means it, and he always has. He always will.
You know me, you don't mind waiting
You just can't show me, but God I'm praying
That you'll find me, and that you'll see me
That you run and never tire
Desire