"Chapter 5: Of Warmth and Winter"
A/N: ACK! I'M SO HYPER!!!! THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN I STAY UP LAAAAAAAATE!!!!!!! btw, I love snow... hehe, its snowing now, can you tell?
but anyway...What, you people need happiness to live or something? Get over yourselves! Anyway...
Thanks to: Oracle (here's more!), valacirca (thanks! lol, I can't wait to find out what happens next either! This story is sort of writing itself)) Pumpkin Hatching (*joins in the festivities of beating up the bigoted schoolmates * I feel so bad about making them break up... they're just too cute together, ne? ^_^ I'm still waiting for your part of our crossover!) tealish (wow? I hope you're wowing in a good way, rather than "this is so stupid, what an idiot"...lol) ClarKeRaVen (Oh, oh, most definitely true love ^_^ where else do you find, (except in Romeo and Juliet) two people just suddenly being like "I LOVE YOU!!!" ok, maybe not quite so...capital letters, but, hey! am I making any sense whatsoever?) RainShadow ( lol, thanks! I like red light, its sexy, and it makes me happy ^_^ I want them to get back together, but that doesn't nessecarily mean they will *evil cackle *)
Anyway... this is in Harry's point of view... I don't know what you would do if you woke up with Draco attached to your neck, but I know that I would *coughcensoredcough * Yes, well, this is about Harry, not me... on to the story, oh patient readery people!
I woke up to the not-so-unpleasant feeling of a light kiss on my throat. I forced my eyes to stay shut for a moment; it seemed like everything that had happened that night had been a dream, and if I opened my eyes, it would be gone forever; like the last warm breeze of summer that smells of lavender and sweet herbs, blowing softly away to other regions of the world, and leaving behind in its place the bitter chill of winter.
For a moment, it seemed as though nothing else would happen, and that it really had been a dream. I was fully awake now, and I was almost beginning to panic because reality seemed too harsh after the warmth of my "dream". But then, the sensation was repeated, and my eyes opened against my will.
There I saw a pair of eyes.
They were almost the exact colour of a grey dawn rising on a snow- covered ground. They brought me visions of the woods in the winter, with shots of silver streaming through the skeletal trees and staining the snowy ground.
Then I saw the face that went along with the eyes.
His skin was pale, but the red light that streamed in through the slightly open shades cast a crimson glow on his face, illuminating it so he shone with an unearthly light. * He's beautiful * I thought incoherently. Then I shook myself mentally. * I may be in love, but I'm not insane. Alright, maybe I am... But that still gives me no excuse to- *
And then my brain quit thinking, and my mouth took over. I would have like to say something sweet, and charming, but all that came out was:
"Oh, is it you Malfoy? Come to rape me in my sleep?"
He looked slightly uncertain for a moment, and I almost thought he wasn't going to say anything, but sit there just looking at me, his eyes, sparkling with quiet life, seemed to stare into my soul. Suddenly, I wanted nothing more than to be swept into his arms and stay there, safe and secure forever.
But then, he seemed to shake himself mentally, and said, "Of course. That's just the kind of thing I do."
If he had stayed silent, perhaps I really would have thrown my arms around him like the world was ending and we were the last people alive. But the moment when it had seemed so right had passed, and all I could say was, "Are you being sarcastic? You know, if I wake up to find your lips on my neck, I can't help but assume-"
His voice cut me off, and not unkindly, and thankfully he still had enough sense left to not let the moment pass by. One thing I can say I've learned from this "experience" (that's putting it mildly, but I just don't know what else to-) is that the ones who hesitate are damned. I must be damned for more eternities than I can imagine.
"Shut up," He nearly whispered, and suddenly his lips were on mine, locking me in the sweetest, most pure kiss I could ever have imagined. I still have not met its likeness, and I don't expect to ever again. Such pure emotion is not often expressed in physical form.
I wasn't surprised, though. It seemed so right, that I did the only thing that felt natural. I drew my body closer to him, and I let my tongue slip against his lip. His mouth opened to welcome it, and suddenly, I was afraid.
My arms looped around his neck, and I grabbed the collar of his robes, pulling him on top of me.
* What if he... What if he leaves? * I thought almost incoherent with panic. The thought that this might end, and that I would be alone... utterly alone... seemed unbearable, and terrifying. It seemed like if I held him like this, so close, so tight *Oh God, so close... * feeling his sweet breath against the bare skin of my neck, it would last forever.
"Draco?" I whispered, voicing my fears, "Don't ever leave."
I felt him tremble slightly beneath me, and he closed his eyes and reassured me.
"I won't. God, I won't leave you, I promise. And don't you leave me."
We had just met, I didn't understand how I had suddenly come to see him as he really was, rather than the prideful Slytherin I used to hate. I don't know what I was thinking, but I suppose that in this case Fate was doing the thinking for me. It just seemed like all of a sudden, I knew him. As well as if I had known and loved him my entire life. I may not have known the particulars of his life, like what his life was like at home (God, I shudder to think about anyone, especially Draco... My Draco...living that terrible existance) but that would come later, and at the time I knew that. What mattered was that for the first time, I could see his soul. And there it was, shining beautifully before my eyes, and only for my eyes.
And then we joined our hearts and our souls for the first time; in that cozy little room with no one but ourselves and a warm fire. The sweet sound of his breath against me was all the music I needed, and the light touch of his hand on my face made me believe that I was dying, overwhelmed by his love, his passion. Him. My Draco. I was warm.
But now, a chill has settled in the air. What I thought was an everlasting spring was now a cold midwinter's night, and I have no one's arms around me to keep me warm. The silence is unbearable. There is no music, no laughter, no sunlight, no moon, and no stars. My world is a void, filled only with the strangled beating of my own heart.
I can't blame Draco for leaving me **leaving, left, gone... sayonara, my beloved**, after all, it was my fault entirely. I killed him. I did not keep him warm, as he always did for me. And now it's too late to say "I'm sorry", words only stretch so far, you know.
And now, it is always cold.
A/N: ACK! I'M SO HYPER!!!! THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN I STAY UP LAAAAAAAATE!!!!!!! btw, I love snow... hehe, its snowing now, can you tell?
but anyway...What, you people need happiness to live or something? Get over yourselves! Anyway...
Thanks to: Oracle (here's more!), valacirca (thanks! lol, I can't wait to find out what happens next either! This story is sort of writing itself)) Pumpkin Hatching (*joins in the festivities of beating up the bigoted schoolmates * I feel so bad about making them break up... they're just too cute together, ne? ^_^ I'm still waiting for your part of our crossover!) tealish (wow? I hope you're wowing in a good way, rather than "this is so stupid, what an idiot"...lol) ClarKeRaVen (Oh, oh, most definitely true love ^_^ where else do you find, (except in Romeo and Juliet) two people just suddenly being like "I LOVE YOU!!!" ok, maybe not quite so...capital letters, but, hey! am I making any sense whatsoever?) RainShadow ( lol, thanks! I like red light, its sexy, and it makes me happy ^_^ I want them to get back together, but that doesn't nessecarily mean they will *evil cackle *)
Anyway... this is in Harry's point of view... I don't know what you would do if you woke up with Draco attached to your neck, but I know that I would *coughcensoredcough * Yes, well, this is about Harry, not me... on to the story, oh patient readery people!
I woke up to the not-so-unpleasant feeling of a light kiss on my throat. I forced my eyes to stay shut for a moment; it seemed like everything that had happened that night had been a dream, and if I opened my eyes, it would be gone forever; like the last warm breeze of summer that smells of lavender and sweet herbs, blowing softly away to other regions of the world, and leaving behind in its place the bitter chill of winter.
For a moment, it seemed as though nothing else would happen, and that it really had been a dream. I was fully awake now, and I was almost beginning to panic because reality seemed too harsh after the warmth of my "dream". But then, the sensation was repeated, and my eyes opened against my will.
There I saw a pair of eyes.
They were almost the exact colour of a grey dawn rising on a snow- covered ground. They brought me visions of the woods in the winter, with shots of silver streaming through the skeletal trees and staining the snowy ground.
Then I saw the face that went along with the eyes.
His skin was pale, but the red light that streamed in through the slightly open shades cast a crimson glow on his face, illuminating it so he shone with an unearthly light. * He's beautiful * I thought incoherently. Then I shook myself mentally. * I may be in love, but I'm not insane. Alright, maybe I am... But that still gives me no excuse to- *
And then my brain quit thinking, and my mouth took over. I would have like to say something sweet, and charming, but all that came out was:
"Oh, is it you Malfoy? Come to rape me in my sleep?"
He looked slightly uncertain for a moment, and I almost thought he wasn't going to say anything, but sit there just looking at me, his eyes, sparkling with quiet life, seemed to stare into my soul. Suddenly, I wanted nothing more than to be swept into his arms and stay there, safe and secure forever.
But then, he seemed to shake himself mentally, and said, "Of course. That's just the kind of thing I do."
If he had stayed silent, perhaps I really would have thrown my arms around him like the world was ending and we were the last people alive. But the moment when it had seemed so right had passed, and all I could say was, "Are you being sarcastic? You know, if I wake up to find your lips on my neck, I can't help but assume-"
His voice cut me off, and not unkindly, and thankfully he still had enough sense left to not let the moment pass by. One thing I can say I've learned from this "experience" (that's putting it mildly, but I just don't know what else to-) is that the ones who hesitate are damned. I must be damned for more eternities than I can imagine.
"Shut up," He nearly whispered, and suddenly his lips were on mine, locking me in the sweetest, most pure kiss I could ever have imagined. I still have not met its likeness, and I don't expect to ever again. Such pure emotion is not often expressed in physical form.
I wasn't surprised, though. It seemed so right, that I did the only thing that felt natural. I drew my body closer to him, and I let my tongue slip against his lip. His mouth opened to welcome it, and suddenly, I was afraid.
My arms looped around his neck, and I grabbed the collar of his robes, pulling him on top of me.
* What if he... What if he leaves? * I thought almost incoherent with panic. The thought that this might end, and that I would be alone... utterly alone... seemed unbearable, and terrifying. It seemed like if I held him like this, so close, so tight *Oh God, so close... * feeling his sweet breath against the bare skin of my neck, it would last forever.
"Draco?" I whispered, voicing my fears, "Don't ever leave."
I felt him tremble slightly beneath me, and he closed his eyes and reassured me.
"I won't. God, I won't leave you, I promise. And don't you leave me."
We had just met, I didn't understand how I had suddenly come to see him as he really was, rather than the prideful Slytherin I used to hate. I don't know what I was thinking, but I suppose that in this case Fate was doing the thinking for me. It just seemed like all of a sudden, I knew him. As well as if I had known and loved him my entire life. I may not have known the particulars of his life, like what his life was like at home (God, I shudder to think about anyone, especially Draco... My Draco...living that terrible existance) but that would come later, and at the time I knew that. What mattered was that for the first time, I could see his soul. And there it was, shining beautifully before my eyes, and only for my eyes.
And then we joined our hearts and our souls for the first time; in that cozy little room with no one but ourselves and a warm fire. The sweet sound of his breath against me was all the music I needed, and the light touch of his hand on my face made me believe that I was dying, overwhelmed by his love, his passion. Him. My Draco. I was warm.
But now, a chill has settled in the air. What I thought was an everlasting spring was now a cold midwinter's night, and I have no one's arms around me to keep me warm. The silence is unbearable. There is no music, no laughter, no sunlight, no moon, and no stars. My world is a void, filled only with the strangled beating of my own heart.
I can't blame Draco for leaving me **leaving, left, gone... sayonara, my beloved**, after all, it was my fault entirely. I killed him. I did not keep him warm, as he always did for me. And now it's too late to say "I'm sorry", words only stretch so far, you know.
And now, it is always cold.