Finding Perfection
by Deirdre Blair
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter...or Draco Malfoy for that matter...how mean...
Author's Note: This is meant to be a short, one-shot ficlet. And, this is supposed to be Harry/Draco SLASH...if you don't like, don't read, therefore, don't flame! This is in Harry's point of view.
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It always seems to happen this way.
Always on restless nights when the deep slumber I so long for seems like the moon -- unreachable and yet so achingly desired. The tantalising pulls of sleep tease me in such a way that I will lie in bed, awake for hours so that perhaps I may fall into the abyss of my dreaming rapture.
And then visions of him taunt me with annoying temptation of perfection, of completion. With a deep, defeated sigh, I rise from my bed and pull on my Invisibility Cloak -- my only lifeline in a desperate situation. I quietly, with the grace and precision of a cat, creep out of my tower and towards the dungeons -- where the entrance to the Slytherin common room rests.
But I halt in my tracks as a lithe figure emerges from shadow. Piercing silver eyes and the hair that seems to have been graced by the moon itself cast themselves into the dim light. My heart skips a beat as I realise the identity of this unexpected guest. My greatest foe, my greatest opposition, my greatest desire. One glance at this creature of inhuman beauty -- the arrogant beauty that he is -- and you were drawn to him, like a moth to a flame. A mystery full of intrigue and power radiated from within him as if he was the only light in a world of cold darkness -- yet he was the darkness.
I take off my cloak so that his suspicions can be confirmed. His steely grey eyes flash with recognition. With a wordless agreement, we walk out of the castle and into the vast darkness that had seemingly swallowed our world.
We stand at the centre of the Quidditch pitch, a comfortable silence between us. We sit, then lay, and stare up at the boundless sea of shimmering crystals painted onto a thick, black canvas.
My hand finds its way to his, marking the beginnings of our union -- the beginnings of perfection. Two lost souls reaching for something stable to hold onto in an unbalanced, chaotic, war-brewing world. Finding sanctuary in the simplest of touches. Knowing perfection only when together.
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Author's Note: Hehe...what do you think? Cliche? Sappy? Fluffy? Why, thank you! Anyway, I hope you liked it. I kind of want to write a story around this short ficlet. But I'm not quite sure. Tell me what you think, please! I want to use this as a story for Creative Writing II (which I am going to be taking this year), but I'm afraid my classmates won't agree with the pairing. Hm...maybe I could make one of the characters a girl...*is for some odd reason, totally squicked*. I did that with another ficlet I wrote entitled, "Falling Into Darkness". Needless to say, the H/D version was more graphic than the other version...^.^'
-Deirdre Blair