AN: My first Slash piece. So please be kind and no flaming! This is just a short vignette about two unlikely people in love and why they are that way. Please review!
Disclaimer: HP is all J.K.R.'s but this little piece of fiction is mine.
Pairing: Um can't you figure it out?
Why?
"Why?" He whispered achingly, his head swimming in confusion in a fashion he had always hated. He absolutely detested not knowing.
The figure in his arms shifted to get a closer look at him.
"Why what?" a bewildered muffled voice answered from where it was settled against the hollow of his throat.
He growled in annoyance. The daft git bloody well knew what he was talking about! But if he was going to make him spit it out then fine! "Why do you do this? Why do you insist on being with me when you know it is wrong? When you know I am not the one for you? I am not the right person for you to love. The risks that you take in continuing this are too high. Half the effing school is going to think you're mad for doing so and the other half would be after my hide for "tainting" you. So why?"
"For the same reasons you do." His lover answered with a hint of amusement in his voice.
"Darling, I don't even know why I do half the things I do now." He said in exasperation. Clearly this conversation was going nowhere.
And to his growing frustration the prick actually burst out laughing. "What in Merlin's beard, are you laughing about! I'm being serious here!" he said crossly as he looked down his aristocratic nose at the chuckling brunette.
Finally his lover finally managed to reign in his wild laughter and haltingly explained, "I never pictured you for the type to use endearments, darling."
He shrugged nonchalantly and answered in a way that he knew would get this blasted conversation back to his original question, "Until I met you, I wasn't known as the type to fall in love either." And he watched in satisfaction as his boyfriend blushed becomingly a couple of shades red in response. He pulled the adorable messy-haired wizard closer to his body and placed a tender kiss against his scarred forehead. "So why?" he whispered once again imploringly. He really needed to know.
The figure in his arms sighed contentedly, sending a pleasurable shiver through his body that made him feel both excited and alive. His lover's head lifted and he was once again treated to the wonderful sensation of drowning in those emerald pools of his. And then his love finally answered his tormented question and as he did he felt a stinging in his eyes that threatened to rain down tears on his cheeks.
"Because you have achieved what I thought would never happen. You made my heart believe that in your hands it will never be broken, that I can never be hurt if you're there, for you will never let me be hurt. But that is an impossible truth because feelings are always hurt and hearts are easily broken…and yet I still believe." His lover explained; his voice soft filled with a mixture of truth and love. "That's why."
He bit back tears as for once Draco Malfoy found himself speechless. He felt an odd sensation stirring in his chest like his heart had just been ripped out and put back together again, only this time it was rearranged in the right way. He clutched his treasure closer to his chest and he kissed the tops of his love's head. "You are such a romantic sod, Potter! No wonder I love you." He drawled with a chuckle.
My only love, sprung from my only hate.
Fin
Please review! I always appreciate readers who review! Thank you! Should I write more HPDM?
Please review! This is my first slash piece and I'm quite nervous about it!
Special thanks to my beta Katelyn LouElla Bucy