Physical
By Trephinia Cealyn
Author's Note: I am SUCH a lazy author. I need someone to poke me with a spoon to get these chapters out.
Chapter 12 | I Want This Right In Your Ear
Draco couldn't help it.
It was just too funny.
I mean, the kid had bleached half his head.
What was he supposed to do ignore it?
And poor Harry, could barely make it around in the Infirmary.
Draco hated to watch him stumble around.
Bumping things over.
But it was too funny. And he laughed.
And he watched Harry's mouth droop at the corners.
But he couldn't tell him what was wrong.
He loved him to much for that.
So Draco laughed.
But what he really wanted to do was smother the boy in kisses. To take Harry's head in his hands and drown him in kisses. To nibble on his bottom lip until Harry groaned and begged him for more. To tease him with his tongue and then attack him fiercly with no mercy until Harry's could barely stand anymore and he was muttering under his breath words that no one could quite understand. To take him and make him completly his own. To use his tongue to launch a battle against the milky white skin on his smooth skin. To nibble and suck his earlobes. To adorn Harry with all of his wishes. To take away the hurt of his blindness. To make him forget for even one moment his fears.
Harry would touch his face when they were alone.
His hands would linger on Draco's arms.
He would sit closer than he ever did before.
He got nervous if Draco got to quiet.
Constantly asking if he was still there.
He gripped Draco's hand tightly and laid his head on Draco's lap.
He was restless but he couldn't move anywhere.
He felt lame.
He wanted to scream.
Everything was numb.
No color, no light.
Darkness, a blanket of darkness.
It made him cold.
Harry wanted Draco to kiss him. He wanted to know why Draco was constantly laughing at him. He wanted to see Draco's face again. He started to forget the color of Draco's eyes, the way they lit up when Harry would do certain things with his tongue. He started to forget the color of Draco's hair. All of the colors were slipping out of his reach. He felt alone. Even if Draco were next to him. Even if he held Draco's hand. He felt alone, and like there was no one else in the world who could help him out. He wanted to lie in Draco's arms and listen to his heart beat and feel his chest move up and down, up and down. He wanted to lose himself in the passion of their kissing. He never wanted to let go. He wanted everything. He wanted to see Draco's face, his hands, everything about him.
By Trephinia Cealyn
Author's Note: I am SUCH a lazy author. I need someone to poke me with a spoon to get these chapters out.
Chapter 12 | I Want This Right In Your Ear
Draco couldn't help it.
It was just too funny.
I mean, the kid had bleached half his head.
What was he supposed to do ignore it?
And poor Harry, could barely make it around in the Infirmary.
Draco hated to watch him stumble around.
Bumping things over.
But it was too funny. And he laughed.
And he watched Harry's mouth droop at the corners.
But he couldn't tell him what was wrong.
He loved him to much for that.
So Draco laughed.
But what he really wanted to do was smother the boy in kisses. To take Harry's head in his hands and drown him in kisses. To nibble on his bottom lip until Harry groaned and begged him for more. To tease him with his tongue and then attack him fiercly with no mercy until Harry's could barely stand anymore and he was muttering under his breath words that no one could quite understand. To take him and make him completly his own. To use his tongue to launch a battle against the milky white skin on his smooth skin. To nibble and suck his earlobes. To adorn Harry with all of his wishes. To take away the hurt of his blindness. To make him forget for even one moment his fears.
Harry would touch his face when they were alone.
His hands would linger on Draco's arms.
He would sit closer than he ever did before.
He got nervous if Draco got to quiet.
Constantly asking if he was still there.
He gripped Draco's hand tightly and laid his head on Draco's lap.
He was restless but he couldn't move anywhere.
He felt lame.
He wanted to scream.
Everything was numb.
No color, no light.
Darkness, a blanket of darkness.
It made him cold.
Harry wanted Draco to kiss him. He wanted to know why Draco was constantly laughing at him. He wanted to see Draco's face again. He started to forget the color of Draco's eyes, the way they lit up when Harry would do certain things with his tongue. He started to forget the color of Draco's hair. All of the colors were slipping out of his reach. He felt alone. Even if Draco were next to him. Even if he held Draco's hand. He felt alone, and like there was no one else in the world who could help him out. He wanted to lie in Draco's arms and listen to his heart beat and feel his chest move up and down, up and down. He wanted to lose himself in the passion of their kissing. He never wanted to let go. He wanted everything. He wanted to see Draco's face, his hands, everything about him.