Agh! I'm soo tortured! I don't think I can finish this fan fic guys, I can't do this to Harry. I mean, I plan on hitting him HARD. I'm giving him a tumor in his Pineal Gland, a very small gland at the center of the brain. It was said by ancient people to be the third eye. Descartes, a famous french philosopher, who once stated "I think, therefore I am," also believed this gland to be an integral part of the body. He thought it was used as the connection between mind and body, without which you would cease to exist. See my problem? Well, I warned you. Don't read the next chapters if you can't handle it. I don't think I can.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry, Draco, or Hermione. Also, I don't own the aforementioned Cho, Ron, Dumbledore (I did mention him, didn't I? Well, if I didn't, Moldy Volde killed him, too.), Lily, or James. Leave me alone, I don't have enough imagination to make up charectors! And if i did, no one would read my fics!!
And now, on with the show!
The vodka before me burst into flames causing me to jump back. I felt Harry's strong arms around me, pulling me from the fire.
"Just let it burn," He said softly, nuzzling my neck. My heart soared. I wished time could stand still. I watched the flames licking the wall. Beautiful colours. Harry loved red. Thinking this I wished I was wearing red. Then he would love me. I took his hand from its clutching position around me and turned it palm up. We had sat down by then, with me sitting indian style and his legs draped over my theighs. I traced his life line with my finger. I had never believed in divination, and this was why; Harry's life line went on and on forever. Once he noticed what I was looking at he closed his hand into a fist. I bit my bottom lip. My tears had subsided, finally. I had begun to think more clearly, and the conclusion was that the man behind me was Harry. He was with me. Now. Tommorrow was the time to worry about tommorrow. I stood up and pulled him up with me.
"I love you, Herms," He whispered to me. I knew he did, he didn't have to tell me. I had always known. But it seemed he had recently realized. At such a thought, my eyes danced and my lips tugged up into a smile.
"I love you, too, Harry." I reached out and touched his scar, letting my finger glide to his cheek, and then his lips, where it rested until the time I replaced it with my own lips. I poured my soul into that kiss, into Harry. I wanted to flush out all the evil lurking inside of him, ready to attack his good side. My hands worked at his shirt buttons slowly. I rubbed his bare chest, not wanting to break the kiss, not knowing if he wanted to go further. Then i felt his hands working at the ties on the back of my shirt. They came undone and I felt my shirt fall to the floor with a flutter, leaving me in my white lace bra. Harry's hands rested on my hips and I shivered. He broke away and looked into my eyes, biting his lip out of nervous habit. I took him by the hand and led him to my bedroom. Rather, the one Draco and I had shared. But I felt safe saying it was mine, since I hadn't seen him in weeks. Candles always burned in there, and long red roses sat in vases scattered around the room. My, er, our bed was a large, old, wooden canopy with large peices of black lace hanging down. The sheets were red silk, as Draco wouldn't have it any other way. He had made a crazy lover. Now I would show Harry what I had learned. My body tensed as I flipped the light switch off.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry, Draco, or Hermione. Also, I don't own the aforementioned Cho, Ron, Dumbledore (I did mention him, didn't I? Well, if I didn't, Moldy Volde killed him, too.), Lily, or James. Leave me alone, I don't have enough imagination to make up charectors! And if i did, no one would read my fics!!
And now, on with the show!
The vodka before me burst into flames causing me to jump back. I felt Harry's strong arms around me, pulling me from the fire.
"Just let it burn," He said softly, nuzzling my neck. My heart soared. I wished time could stand still. I watched the flames licking the wall. Beautiful colours. Harry loved red. Thinking this I wished I was wearing red. Then he would love me. I took his hand from its clutching position around me and turned it palm up. We had sat down by then, with me sitting indian style and his legs draped over my theighs. I traced his life line with my finger. I had never believed in divination, and this was why; Harry's life line went on and on forever. Once he noticed what I was looking at he closed his hand into a fist. I bit my bottom lip. My tears had subsided, finally. I had begun to think more clearly, and the conclusion was that the man behind me was Harry. He was with me. Now. Tommorrow was the time to worry about tommorrow. I stood up and pulled him up with me.
"I love you, Herms," He whispered to me. I knew he did, he didn't have to tell me. I had always known. But it seemed he had recently realized. At such a thought, my eyes danced and my lips tugged up into a smile.
"I love you, too, Harry." I reached out and touched his scar, letting my finger glide to his cheek, and then his lips, where it rested until the time I replaced it with my own lips. I poured my soul into that kiss, into Harry. I wanted to flush out all the evil lurking inside of him, ready to attack his good side. My hands worked at his shirt buttons slowly. I rubbed his bare chest, not wanting to break the kiss, not knowing if he wanted to go further. Then i felt his hands working at the ties on the back of my shirt. They came undone and I felt my shirt fall to the floor with a flutter, leaving me in my white lace bra. Harry's hands rested on my hips and I shivered. He broke away and looked into my eyes, biting his lip out of nervous habit. I took him by the hand and led him to my bedroom. Rather, the one Draco and I had shared. But I felt safe saying it was mine, since I hadn't seen him in weeks. Candles always burned in there, and long red roses sat in vases scattered around the room. My, er, our bed was a large, old, wooden canopy with large peices of black lace hanging down. The sheets were red silk, as Draco wouldn't have it any other way. He had made a crazy lover. Now I would show Harry what I had learned. My body tensed as I flipped the light switch off.