A/N: For Michy, as always. I am so sorry for the delay, love – the muse had to take a vacation when university started! Lots of love, and I really hope you like it :)
Also, this is how I imagine Draco and Harry to reconcile after Harry witnesses the whole episode of Dumbledore's death.
4.
A gaze trapped between two pairs of bright eyes that
Sing and sigh with emotions unshed
A second stretches out to minutes and agonising minutes
Of a harsh silence that crashes round and round their ears.
Hateful master watches, hands bloody with the death
Of an elderly whose memories begin to poison the heart of the fair-haired
And destroy the heart of the boy with the black hair.
Hate
Harsh cruel inexplicable hate
Begin to form, misty and menacing
And calcify behind liquid green eyes.
He pulls his cold hand back when the blonde, agonised boy reaches out
In consolation, begging for forgiveness,
His mute lips forming hollow words that fall on deaf ears.
When Harry takes off like a man possessed,
Footsteps threatening to shatter the frail marble floor
Now devoid of a master, a guide
Draco takes only seconds to shed his pride
Ego, and the sense of being A Malfoy
As he lets his love for the dark boy wash his darkened heart
And follows the trail of hot tears
Grief has immobilised one while purpose has strengthened the other
Trapped in an alcove ignored by the rest of the frantic world
He lets his hands do the talking while his eyes glitter with sorrow
Lets his eyes speak of the horrors he's been burdened with
And begs for his lips to speak of the love he feels
As he waits for his love's cold green eyes to thaw…
It takes a few heartbeats that feel like a death sentence to Draco
But Harry comes around, he always did understand
The blonde boy better than his own flesh and blood ever would –
Their lips part in tandem
Heartbeats lose track of rhyme and rhythm
And starving bodies come together in a crash of all
That's forbidden (the lingering lust as skin longs for skin)
And all that's not (love, love, love).
fin