Disclaimers: JK Rowling has the rights to all Harry Potter books, characters, etc. Anything else can be blamed on the crazy mood swings and impulsiveness brought by PMS and insomnia. =)

Rating: PG-13 for slightly mature content, though not much... I guess.

A/N: SLASH FIC. Doesn't make much sense, I guess. A bit of HP/RW, and HP/DM. *scratches head* It's in Harry's POV. Umm.. *breaks into cold sweat* Comments/reviews are always welcome.

Er--enjoy? ^^;;;;;


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It's Like This
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It's like breathing.

Taking in his support, friendship, strength, sarcasm and happiness. He is a necessity to me, like air. Releasing all my doubts, worries, sorrows in one gust of relieved breath whenever he stands up for me and smiles reassuringly.

They say that he is the one person in the world I'll miss the most, if he were taken away from me.

His anger and jealousy is like a vice around my chest, crushing my heart and preventing me to breathe. A horrible, constricting feeling of my breath, my air leaving me and the walls of my world caving in, with only his apology or forgiveness to set me free.

I can't live without him, as I can't live without breathing.

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But with the other, it's like flying.

Soaring up into heights of ecstacy, diving down and submerging myself into new sensations, new feelings. Feeling the rush of my blood throughout my body as his fingertips ghost caresses over my skin.

Feeling the weightlessness of taking off into the skies with every whispered breath and endearment against my lips. Floating in a cloud of happiness, intoxicated from his kisses, refreshingly liberated from the public game we play. For on nights alone can we be free of the masks we bear along with our reputations and responsibilities. For in the moonlight, we are free to fly our own skies, free to live out our fantasies, only to be trapped by the cage of secrecy and deceit come morning.

It's like falling.

Plummeting from the sky and into an endless abyss. Sinking into eyes so much like liquid mercury that I lose any and all bearings. The feeling of gravity rushing up to meet me as he draws me close for a heated kiss.

It's like love. It's like need. It's like belonging.

In his arms,

It's like living.


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A/N: *dodges flames, killing curses, and rotten vegetables* Ok, my first attempt at HP slash (and not a good one at that)... *sigh* I'm sorry... This was entirely spur-of-the-moment, I'll revise it when I come up with something more coherent, I promise.

Take care, and have a nice day! =)