Playing the Part
Lynn Cheshire (guenhwyvar85@yahoo.com)
Notes: ...don't ask me where this came from, my muse strikes at odd moments I guess. Anyway, this is short and I wouldn't even consider it a full fic. I might do something more with it later but I doubt it. I'm kind of playing around with personalities here so don't expect it to make much sense. Let's see if you can guess which couple this is before they say their names, I don't think even *I* knew what couple this was going to be until I finished ^^ I'm guessing they're probably older in this...
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One more kiss I steal from your lips as you throw your robe back on, covering from view that which I know so very well. Every curve of your features is emblazed in my memory, places no one but you and I have seen, parts you keep so well hidden under the cloth. I help you fascine a button and you sigh, I sense a trace of frustration in you. I try to chase it away with another kiss. Lingering memories dance in my head of our recent acts of passion and I trail my lips down your neck.
"I have to go" You say and turn from me, you voice like ice. I wrap my arms around you from behind in a tender embrace, hoping for returned affection, like before. "Please... stay just a little longer..." I plead. "I hate when you're not here and we go back to pretending." I burry my head in the fabric of your robes and drink up your sweet scent with a sigh.
You remove my arms from around your waste and push me away, not harshly but not gently either. "Don't make me do this again". It's a command and I bow my head sadly.
"You've become so cold" I say. "You remind me of someone I know" I finish with a half smile, but it's an empty grin for I hate him as much as you.
You roll your eyes, knowing all to well whom I speak of. "I have a lot on my mind" you say simply.
"You used to stay longer," I pout, like a wounded puppy. Memories of when we first fell in love run through my head. How you'd stay with me for hours, even if all I wanted to do was talk, or laugh, or cry. You'd stay and listen when I talked, laugh with me when I laughed, or comfort me when I cried. What ever happened to those nights? Those carefree, simple nights where we abandoned our faces of daytime?
"Oh come off it, you still get what you want and it's more than enough for what I go through" You reply sharply and move to leave.
"I don't just want your body," I say quietly. My heart pounding in my ears with fear of what you'll say. Am I really afraid of you? Me? Afraid?
You turn and glare at me, your eyes reflecting the fire that burns in your soul, it's different than before though, not like when we first began, it's become distant. "Then what do you want?!" You demand sharply.
I pause before answering; when I do it's no more than a faint whisper "Your love, Harry"
You glare at me, almost with disbelief and I shift nervously under your gaze. "My love?!" you say finally with a bitter laugh "You will never have my love, Draco" with a sharp turn you disappear and leave me alone in the silence. A single silver tear roles down my cheek and I brush it aside and regain my composure, once again becoming the Dragon of Daylight. The part I play is a hard one, but an expected one, much the same as my lovers when he shows his face to the world. He becomes the caring, lovable Harry Potter, and I become to cold, heartless Draco Malfoy. Neither of us knew the truth when we started, and it's too late now to turn back.
~Owari~
Lynn Cheshire (guenhwyvar85@yahoo.com)
Notes: ...don't ask me where this came from, my muse strikes at odd moments I guess. Anyway, this is short and I wouldn't even consider it a full fic. I might do something more with it later but I doubt it. I'm kind of playing around with personalities here so don't expect it to make much sense. Let's see if you can guess which couple this is before they say their names, I don't think even *I* knew what couple this was going to be until I finished ^^ I'm guessing they're probably older in this...
// Symbolizes thoughts.
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One more kiss I steal from your lips as you throw your robe back on, covering from view that which I know so very well. Every curve of your features is emblazed in my memory, places no one but you and I have seen, parts you keep so well hidden under the cloth. I help you fascine a button and you sigh, I sense a trace of frustration in you. I try to chase it away with another kiss. Lingering memories dance in my head of our recent acts of passion and I trail my lips down your neck.
"I have to go" You say and turn from me, you voice like ice. I wrap my arms around you from behind in a tender embrace, hoping for returned affection, like before. "Please... stay just a little longer..." I plead. "I hate when you're not here and we go back to pretending." I burry my head in the fabric of your robes and drink up your sweet scent with a sigh.
You remove my arms from around your waste and push me away, not harshly but not gently either. "Don't make me do this again". It's a command and I bow my head sadly.
"You've become so cold" I say. "You remind me of someone I know" I finish with a half smile, but it's an empty grin for I hate him as much as you.
You roll your eyes, knowing all to well whom I speak of. "I have a lot on my mind" you say simply.
"You used to stay longer," I pout, like a wounded puppy. Memories of when we first fell in love run through my head. How you'd stay with me for hours, even if all I wanted to do was talk, or laugh, or cry. You'd stay and listen when I talked, laugh with me when I laughed, or comfort me when I cried. What ever happened to those nights? Those carefree, simple nights where we abandoned our faces of daytime?
"Oh come off it, you still get what you want and it's more than enough for what I go through" You reply sharply and move to leave.
"I don't just want your body," I say quietly. My heart pounding in my ears with fear of what you'll say. Am I really afraid of you? Me? Afraid?
You turn and glare at me, your eyes reflecting the fire that burns in your soul, it's different than before though, not like when we first began, it's become distant. "Then what do you want?!" You demand sharply.
I pause before answering; when I do it's no more than a faint whisper "Your love, Harry"
You glare at me, almost with disbelief and I shift nervously under your gaze. "My love?!" you say finally with a bitter laugh "You will never have my love, Draco" with a sharp turn you disappear and leave me alone in the silence. A single silver tear roles down my cheek and I brush it aside and regain my composure, once again becoming the Dragon of Daylight. The part I play is a hard one, but an expected one, much the same as my lovers when he shows his face to the world. He becomes the caring, lovable Harry Potter, and I become to cold, heartless Draco Malfoy. Neither of us knew the truth when we started, and it's too late now to turn back.
~Owari~