Title: We Love in Shadows

Author: MoonglowGirl

Pairing: H/D

Words: 345

Rating: R-ish (mature themes)

Disclaimer: Don't own them though wish I did. Only use them for my twisted purposes.

I am night, you are day.

You might look as white as an angel, but your soul is tainted dark.

I resemble Voldemort's spawn, but my heart is as pure as a newborn babe's.

We are a paradox.

Born enemies, but have passed trial by fire into friends, lovers, soul mates.

You seek fame, I abhor it.

We play a round robin of winning, between studies and broomsticks.

Toss insults abound like a person throws balls.

It is all just a façade.

And then we meet in the bedroom.

It is I who should be the blushing virgin, and you the Slytherin Sex God.

However, I don't know how the roles came to be reversed.

A nip here, tickle there, bite like that, nibble like this. Oh, right there.

Wet mouths meet sweat-slicked bodies.

Slippery hands grope lower and lower until their destination is reached.

A whispered spell, a muttered curse, a muffled cry of pain/satisfaction and bliss, oh sweet ecstasy is soon in sight.

A thrust, groan, moan, sigh is what leaves your passion-kissed mouth, and is a symphony to my ears.

In and out. Far and near. Apart and one.

So close, so close. The burn in our stomachs grows bigger, stronger, hotter needier and lower down.

Sweat runs, slippery yet holds us together like glue.

Hands roam everywhere, anywhere.

There is no skin left unmarked by either hands, mouth or nails.

Welts, scratches, scrapes, cutes, bruises are all over the place.

The crescendo builds, intolerable, until.

At last.

Perfection, in its most basest of forms.

You feel so tight, warm, and now slickly wet.

I now know true peace and love; all found in your porcelain arms and determined heart.

There is no need for words; we both know the truth.

Tomorrow, we part.

Will I see you again?

Will it be friend or foe, lover or hurter, bringer of peace or instrument of war?

My Dragon, you have my heart in your hard hands.

But do my calloused hands hold yours, that is so hard to earn and fragile to keep?