A/N: All characters in this fanfic belong to JK Rowling, not me.
Poor, poor Harry. (H/D; if this pairing makes you uncomfortable, don't
read.)
Pumpernickel and Lime
For more than the second time that afternoon, I looked at Draco Malfoy.
You give me reason
You give me control
I shouldn't have.
He was staring straight at me.
Grey eyes.
Have I mentioned how much I hate grey eyes?
Cold, unwanting things.
Especially now. Especially before.
Before everything was perfect. Now everything's gone wrong.
I gave you my Purity
It's all his fault. He shouldn't have kissed me in the dark corner of the hall, shouldn't have swept his tongue across my lips, tasting of pumpernickel and lime. I shouldn't have let his expert fingers tear away at my clothing, caressing my chest in tantalizing circles. Easier said than done.
My Purity you stole.
What the hell, Malfoy? I thought. He was supposed to be my enemy. Battling with words instead of mouths. I'm supposed to hate him. How can I hate him after he kissed me so... so well? I wish some things weren't so complicated.
It comes down to this
I never kissed anyone before Malfoy. How he must have enjoyed sucking the innocence from my chapped lips, savoring it in his mouth before he leaned over me to kiss me again.
Your kiss
Your fist
and your strain
Damn his kisses. With every taunt, every biting curse, irritates me. My anger often leads me to rash decisions.
It gets under my skin,
Within
Now he stood in front of me.
Take in the extent of my sin
"Without your little friends, Potter?" Malfoy taunts.
"Yeah, Malfoy. And you? Without your bodyguards?" I said.
You give me the anger.
You give me the nerve.
"Look, they're not with me all the bloody time," said Malfoy, a rare remark without a clever retort.
"Oh," was my only reply.
"Going to attack me defenseless, are you? I'm warning you, my right hook is flawless."
Carry out the sentence
I get what I deserve
"No."
"Why not? Afraid?"
"No..."
"Weak?"
"No..."
"Then what?"
"Er...cujakissjimi?"
"Yes, I know you're the Boy Who Can't Speak, but really, that's no reason to-"
"Could you kiss me?" A whisper, barely there, but Malfoy heard it. An impeccably groomed eyebrow raised.
I'm just an effigy to be defaced
"And you're asking me willingly?"
"Er, yes..."
to be disgraced
"Oh, that's rich," Malfoy said and placed a frustratingly light kiss on my mouth and swept off before he could see my reaction.
Your need for me has been replaced
And perhaps it was better that way. Perhaps it was better if this never happened; if my feelings didn't exist.
And if I can't have everything
But his kiss... it changed everything.
Well then just give me a taste.
~*~
Pumpernickel and Lime
For more than the second time that afternoon, I looked at Draco Malfoy.
You give me reason
You give me control
I shouldn't have.
He was staring straight at me.
Grey eyes.
Have I mentioned how much I hate grey eyes?
Cold, unwanting things.
Especially now. Especially before.
Before everything was perfect. Now everything's gone wrong.
I gave you my Purity
It's all his fault. He shouldn't have kissed me in the dark corner of the hall, shouldn't have swept his tongue across my lips, tasting of pumpernickel and lime. I shouldn't have let his expert fingers tear away at my clothing, caressing my chest in tantalizing circles. Easier said than done.
My Purity you stole.
What the hell, Malfoy? I thought. He was supposed to be my enemy. Battling with words instead of mouths. I'm supposed to hate him. How can I hate him after he kissed me so... so well? I wish some things weren't so complicated.
It comes down to this
I never kissed anyone before Malfoy. How he must have enjoyed sucking the innocence from my chapped lips, savoring it in his mouth before he leaned over me to kiss me again.
Your kiss
Your fist
and your strain
Damn his kisses. With every taunt, every biting curse, irritates me. My anger often leads me to rash decisions.
It gets under my skin,
Within
Now he stood in front of me.
Take in the extent of my sin
"Without your little friends, Potter?" Malfoy taunts.
"Yeah, Malfoy. And you? Without your bodyguards?" I said.
You give me the anger.
You give me the nerve.
"Look, they're not with me all the bloody time," said Malfoy, a rare remark without a clever retort.
"Oh," was my only reply.
"Going to attack me defenseless, are you? I'm warning you, my right hook is flawless."
Carry out the sentence
I get what I deserve
"No."
"Why not? Afraid?"
"No..."
"Weak?"
"No..."
"Then what?"
"Er...cujakissjimi?"
"Yes, I know you're the Boy Who Can't Speak, but really, that's no reason to-"
"Could you kiss me?" A whisper, barely there, but Malfoy heard it. An impeccably groomed eyebrow raised.
I'm just an effigy to be defaced
"And you're asking me willingly?"
"Er, yes..."
to be disgraced
"Oh, that's rich," Malfoy said and placed a frustratingly light kiss on my mouth and swept off before he could see my reaction.
Your need for me has been replaced
And perhaps it was better that way. Perhaps it was better if this never happened; if my feelings didn't exist.
And if I can't have everything
But his kiss... it changed everything.
Well then just give me a taste.
~*~
