DISCLAIMER: The words are mine. The characters aren't. Damn.
If Only
by Katie of Gryffindor
My Dearest Love~
Every day, I wake up happy to know that you are mine. I prepare for my day, knowing that today I will get to see you, my love. Every second I spend with you is an eternity of bliss. In every meeting with you is the purpose for my being. In every encounter compounds the intensity of my love for you, the caged love begging to be set free. Every meal time, I eat the fodder placed before me, wishing that it was you I was tasting. Every evening, I pray that you would come and be with me, even if it would mean certain tribulations for the both of us. Every night, I lie awake in my bed, longing to be in your arms, yearning for you to be with me. As I sleep, every dream conjured within my mind is of only you.
The love I have for you surrounds me, penetrates me. You sustain my life, though you never know. You bring a joy to my life that has never come to pass before you. Your voice is the song of my heart. Your eyes are immeasurably precious jewels that I could only ever hope to possess. Your soul is so pure, a person like me could never hope to infiltrate that soul and be a part of it.
When I look at you, I see a masterpiece, god-like in every way. Every hair on your head has obviously been spun from the gold of the heavens. You radiate beauty, grace, power. Your every move is poetry personified. The beauty you hold has never before been witnessed, shall never be surpassed.
Every word you send at me screams passion, even though it may not be the passion I so greatly desire. Every gesture provokes thoughts in my mind that can never be spoken aloud.
I know you could never love me. That hope is futile. I know you could never enjoy my presence. Your hatred for me is too great. The dream of you, however, will never die in my heart, in my soul. With every ounce of my being, I love you beyond all words. This simple message could never truly express the devotion I have to you. You will never understand how truly beautiful you are, and how greatly you have affected me. I can never tell you how I truly feel. Suffice it to say that if it were truly possible, I would gladly fall at your feet, praising the ground you tread upon and rejoicing in the love I carry for you.
I know I will never be able to love you openly, as I so much desire. But I will always love you. My life rests in your hands. My love is all for you.
I love you.
Harry Potter looked up from the unsigned letter, gazing around the Great Hall. He wondered who could have sent him something so beautiful, so filled with emotion. He wished and prayed that it could have been from the person he loved. But he knew that that person could never write something like this. Not to him anyway.
Little did the Gryffindor know that his beloved Slytherin sat across the Hall, studying every move, every expression, every reaction as the letter was read. Draco Malfoy watched with sadness and longing, wishing he could convey his true feelings to the boy he longed for.
But it could never be. There was too much animosity between the two sides of the war they fought against one another. Both boys knew it. And their hearts ached for it.
Both boys sighed and turned themselves to their thoughts. Their thoughts echoed the same two words.
If only.