A/N: My darlings, I feared that this section would be very... untasteful. It turned out to be very touching.
I hope you enjoy reading this section.
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Part Six
I know what you're thinking. " 'Fess up, you miserable little bastard! You just wanted get into Harry's pants!" I wish I could say that was true.
Sure, I told myself that the only reason I kept sneaking off to Harry's bed at night was because he had a wonderful way with his hands and tongue that felt oh so delicious, not to mention a great liking for accessories. For someone who everyone thought was so innocent, Harry had a few interesting-bordering-on-downright-disturbing quirks. He always managed to leave me panting, weak with delight. It didn't matter if we were kissing or uh...a little bit more involved than that. He was good.
I told myself that I could stop going to him anytime I pleased, that this was just a short term thing that would work it's way out of my system. When it was over, it would be nothing more than a fling- an experiment.
I never admitted to myself that Harry was and never could be just a fling, but I knew it. I knew it like I knew the fragrance of his skin, the taste of his lips, the silkiness of his wayward hair. He touched every fiber of my being. His lovely green eyes could see through the depths of my very soul. I felt so naked looking into those eyes. His kisses filled a hollow space within me. Nightly I collapsed into his arms, my lips resting against his skin, feeling at peace with everything. Such soft skin he had. Rose petals wept tears of envy over his skin. His hands would caress me slowly and it was like we belonged together. I belonged here, in his arms. For me there was nothing outside of them.
I had never allowed myself to think in such terms. Until tonight, that is. I thought my heart would break when he looked at me and said very simply, "I love you, Draco." I was breathless for a moment. No one had ever said those words to me, no one. Yet, here was Harry Potter, who for some reason he still had not explained came into my dorm one night and turned everything upside down with a kiss, lying naked in my arms, looking up at me with those gorgeous eyes, confessing candidly that he loved me.
I couldn't speak. Every time I tried, my throat would close up and tears threatened to spill down my cheeks. Finally, I just gave up and buried my face into his shoulder. He kissed me very gently on the forehead. That did it. I felt tears rushing down my cheeks, liquid fire falling from my eyes and trickling onto Harry's shoulder. I felt his arms tighten around me, his kisses falling upon me like rain. Still the tears flowed. Oh, God, now he was crying too. I took his face in my hands. "Harry, Harry love, why are you crying?" I asked.
"Because you are," he replied. That was no help. I began to cry in earnest then. I hadn't cried in years, and now I was bawling like a baby because Harry had said seven words to me over the course of three minutes.
"Draco, why so upset? I'll take it back. Please stop crying," he pleaded.
"Don't you dare," I said through stifled sobs. "You take it back and I swear, I'll kill you." I wiped my eyes.
"Well, then why?"
"I love you, Harry. Please, no more questions." He nodded solemnly and gathered me in his arms.
It was all incredibly unfair. It was so unfair how those little words could express something so great. It wasn't fair how easily he affected me. It wasn't fair that it took us this long to get to where we were now. It wasn't fair that I loved him so much. The entire thing was unfair, especially that last one.
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;_; Boo hoo hoo! I wrote something that made me cry! I've never done that before. Please, tell me what you think! Is it too sappy?
Q: What does a fish say when he runs into a concrete wall?
A: Damn!
Hehe! I know it was corny, but I couldn't stand the tears.
Luv ya!
Silver
I hope you enjoy reading this section.
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Part Six
I know what you're thinking. " 'Fess up, you miserable little bastard! You just wanted get into Harry's pants!" I wish I could say that was true.
Sure, I told myself that the only reason I kept sneaking off to Harry's bed at night was because he had a wonderful way with his hands and tongue that felt oh so delicious, not to mention a great liking for accessories. For someone who everyone thought was so innocent, Harry had a few interesting-bordering-on-downright-disturbing quirks. He always managed to leave me panting, weak with delight. It didn't matter if we were kissing or uh...a little bit more involved than that. He was good.
I told myself that I could stop going to him anytime I pleased, that this was just a short term thing that would work it's way out of my system. When it was over, it would be nothing more than a fling- an experiment.
I never admitted to myself that Harry was and never could be just a fling, but I knew it. I knew it like I knew the fragrance of his skin, the taste of his lips, the silkiness of his wayward hair. He touched every fiber of my being. His lovely green eyes could see through the depths of my very soul. I felt so naked looking into those eyes. His kisses filled a hollow space within me. Nightly I collapsed into his arms, my lips resting against his skin, feeling at peace with everything. Such soft skin he had. Rose petals wept tears of envy over his skin. His hands would caress me slowly and it was like we belonged together. I belonged here, in his arms. For me there was nothing outside of them.
I had never allowed myself to think in such terms. Until tonight, that is. I thought my heart would break when he looked at me and said very simply, "I love you, Draco." I was breathless for a moment. No one had ever said those words to me, no one. Yet, here was Harry Potter, who for some reason he still had not explained came into my dorm one night and turned everything upside down with a kiss, lying naked in my arms, looking up at me with those gorgeous eyes, confessing candidly that he loved me.
I couldn't speak. Every time I tried, my throat would close up and tears threatened to spill down my cheeks. Finally, I just gave up and buried my face into his shoulder. He kissed me very gently on the forehead. That did it. I felt tears rushing down my cheeks, liquid fire falling from my eyes and trickling onto Harry's shoulder. I felt his arms tighten around me, his kisses falling upon me like rain. Still the tears flowed. Oh, God, now he was crying too. I took his face in my hands. "Harry, Harry love, why are you crying?" I asked.
"Because you are," he replied. That was no help. I began to cry in earnest then. I hadn't cried in years, and now I was bawling like a baby because Harry had said seven words to me over the course of three minutes.
"Draco, why so upset? I'll take it back. Please stop crying," he pleaded.
"Don't you dare," I said through stifled sobs. "You take it back and I swear, I'll kill you." I wiped my eyes.
"Well, then why?"
"I love you, Harry. Please, no more questions." He nodded solemnly and gathered me in his arms.
It was all incredibly unfair. It was so unfair how those little words could express something so great. It wasn't fair how easily he affected me. It wasn't fair that it took us this long to get to where we were now. It wasn't fair that I loved him so much. The entire thing was unfair, especially that last one.
***
;_; Boo hoo hoo! I wrote something that made me cry! I've never done that before. Please, tell me what you think! Is it too sappy?
Q: What does a fish say when he runs into a concrete wall?
A: Damn!
Hehe! I know it was corny, but I couldn't stand the tears.
Luv ya!
Silver