Title: My Beautiful One
Author: Malfoyhima
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me!! (bows to JK) I'm not worthy!!
Author Notes: This fic was inspired by my new favorite band, AFI. "My beautiful one" is a line in the song, "Silver and Cold". It just struck me that it would be Harry's nickname for Draco. *sigh*
Warning: UBER FLUFF!!!!
Addy: malfoyhima@yahoo.com
Beta: As always, my sister tir-synni
My Beloved Draco,
Well, Love, we've made it to our fifth anniversary. What to give you? You're a Malfoy, you have bloody everything! So this is what I give you, this letter. My heart and soul.
How do I express in writing just how you've changed my life? Are there really 'the perfect words'? How do I tell you that I could never survive without you, I thrive on looking into your silver eyes, brushing my fingertips over your beautiful skin? That I would wither away to nothing without running my fingers through your blond hair? How do I tell you that every morning, when I wake up, I have to touch you to make sure that you're really there, and that it all hasn't been just a beautiful dream? I can only do my best, so here goes.
Without you, I would never have known what it's like to truly feel. I have my friends, true. And I would die for them. But they can't give me what you give me, Draco. They can't make me feel the raw emotion that I feel when I look in your eyes. When you chant my name in a feverish whisper. When I feel you trembling beneath me after we've made love. When you've just come in out of the rain soaked to the bone, and your hair clings to your face and you curse me for not letting you cut it. I could write a novel on every little thing about you that makes my pulse quicken, my face flush.
How about the way your lips feel when they caress my own? Soft, full, hot. Sometimes I have to check for burns from the heat we radiate. How do you do that, Draco? How do you make me feel as though I've walked through fire? Every day I thank whoever is listening that I have you. That you belong to me, and I to you. I told you I would be giving you my heart and soul, hell, you *are* my heart and soul, Draco. Without you, there is no Harry Potter.
So this is my gift to you, Draco. I could tell you I love you a thousand times a day, and it would never be enough. Never enough for you to see how much I truly love you, need you, cherish you. And I will never stop. Not in life, and certainly not in death. So I can only hope that this letter is enough for you to see what you truly mean to me, My Beautiful One.
All my love forever,
Harry
Harry put his quill down and reread the letter, wiping tears from his eyes. He'd hoped Draco would like his gift. He wanted to say more, but he had enough trouble forming *those* words. He started as he realized someone was standing over him. He looked up.
"Draco," he said, quickly turning the letter facedown. "How long have you been standing there?"
Draco's silver eyes shone with unshed tears. "Long enough, Harry," Draco looked down at Harry as his tears began to fall. "You know, you do this to me every year." One of his tears fell onto Harry's cheek, and Harry pushed his tongue out to catch it.
Harry gently pushed his chair back and stood to face Draco. "You do have everything, Love." Harry put his arms around Draco's neck. "What else can I give you but me?"
Draco pulled Harry to him and lowered his face into Harry's shoulder. "It's all I ever wanted, Harry. I love you so much."
"Happy anniversary, Draco."
Author: Malfoyhima
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me!! (bows to JK) I'm not worthy!!
Author Notes: This fic was inspired by my new favorite band, AFI. "My beautiful one" is a line in the song, "Silver and Cold". It just struck me that it would be Harry's nickname for Draco. *sigh*
Warning: UBER FLUFF!!!!
Addy: malfoyhima@yahoo.com
Beta: As always, my sister tir-synni
My Beloved Draco,
Well, Love, we've made it to our fifth anniversary. What to give you? You're a Malfoy, you have bloody everything! So this is what I give you, this letter. My heart and soul.
How do I express in writing just how you've changed my life? Are there really 'the perfect words'? How do I tell you that I could never survive without you, I thrive on looking into your silver eyes, brushing my fingertips over your beautiful skin? That I would wither away to nothing without running my fingers through your blond hair? How do I tell you that every morning, when I wake up, I have to touch you to make sure that you're really there, and that it all hasn't been just a beautiful dream? I can only do my best, so here goes.
Without you, I would never have known what it's like to truly feel. I have my friends, true. And I would die for them. But they can't give me what you give me, Draco. They can't make me feel the raw emotion that I feel when I look in your eyes. When you chant my name in a feverish whisper. When I feel you trembling beneath me after we've made love. When you've just come in out of the rain soaked to the bone, and your hair clings to your face and you curse me for not letting you cut it. I could write a novel on every little thing about you that makes my pulse quicken, my face flush.
How about the way your lips feel when they caress my own? Soft, full, hot. Sometimes I have to check for burns from the heat we radiate. How do you do that, Draco? How do you make me feel as though I've walked through fire? Every day I thank whoever is listening that I have you. That you belong to me, and I to you. I told you I would be giving you my heart and soul, hell, you *are* my heart and soul, Draco. Without you, there is no Harry Potter.
So this is my gift to you, Draco. I could tell you I love you a thousand times a day, and it would never be enough. Never enough for you to see how much I truly love you, need you, cherish you. And I will never stop. Not in life, and certainly not in death. So I can only hope that this letter is enough for you to see what you truly mean to me, My Beautiful One.
All my love forever,
Harry
Harry put his quill down and reread the letter, wiping tears from his eyes. He'd hoped Draco would like his gift. He wanted to say more, but he had enough trouble forming *those* words. He started as he realized someone was standing over him. He looked up.
"Draco," he said, quickly turning the letter facedown. "How long have you been standing there?"
Draco's silver eyes shone with unshed tears. "Long enough, Harry," Draco looked down at Harry as his tears began to fall. "You know, you do this to me every year." One of his tears fell onto Harry's cheek, and Harry pushed his tongue out to catch it.
Harry gently pushed his chair back and stood to face Draco. "You do have everything, Love." Harry put his arms around Draco's neck. "What else can I give you but me?"
Draco pulled Harry to him and lowered his face into Harry's shoulder. "It's all I ever wanted, Harry. I love you so much."
"Happy anniversary, Draco."