Author's Note: Yes I know I really should be working on Let The Music Heal Your Soul or Lonely Painter, but this idea for a short one shot fic popped into my head and I just had to post it. So let me know how you feel about it after you read. Thanks.

Disclaimer: You know the drill; I do not own any of the characters in the Harry Potter series.

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Perfection. That's what he is. When the façade falls and he is free to be who he really is, I see how truly beautiful he is. I have no illusions. I realize that it may well be that nothing will ever come from what we are now. But for the moment I'm content to be with him while I can. I'm content to hide from the world, and keep the real him a secret only I can know. I love him. It's moments like this that I love the most. Moments when I lay in his arms and enjoy the feel of him holding me close, the sound of his deep soothing voice whispering in my ear. These are the moments when I look into his beautiful silvery eyes and know that everything will be all right. That no matter what happens I will have the safety and comfort of his arms. And when he falls asleep I watch him silently, contemplating all that he stands for, and all that he makes me feel. I know that my friends could never understand. They could never see past the things he's said and done. So I am content to stay here in his arms and watch the moonlight play off of his pale skin, casting shadows on the hard planes of his chest. Yes I'm fine just laying here with him, my thoughts scattered, marveling at what he truly is to me. Perfection.