I see it in your eyes
I feel it in your touch
I taste it from your lips
And baby more I love you
Can't you see my darling
That the harder I try
The more we grow apart
Please believe me
The sweeter the kiss
The colder turn your arms
And the colder grows your heart
And baby more I love you
'I Love You (prelude to tragedy)'
You swore that whatever it was between us was only for the one night.
The same statement was uttered the next night as you pulled from me.
Then the following night, the conviction of your words began to fade.
Then the night after that as you ground your hips into mine.
Then the night after that when I had you pressed against a wall near the Charms classroom.
So now my dragon we have had ourselves six separate encounters, one drunk and five sober so I feel I would be right in assuming you are not as eager for relations to cease as you first made out. I wonder why you are holding back. Life is short, you know that as well as I do. In the last year you've lost as many people in your life as I. Conveniently, family ties are not an issue for you any more. This isn't me being heartless, you care even less about your fathers death than I do. There is no war to keep us apart any longer.
Give in. Give in to the all-consuming lust. I don't care if you love me, I don't need you to love me. What I need with every fibre of my being is your arms around my neck and your long legs wrapped round my waist. What I crave is to see the way your silver eyes flutter shut when I take your lips in mine or the quiet mewling you make every time my tongue grazes over that particularly sensitive spot.
I pick the crust from my slice of toast, lost in my musings and hearing none of the random conversations that are happening around me. I don't feel much like eating this morning and the more I think of you, the more my frustrations grow. I'm frustrated at you for hiding in a pit of denial. I'm frustrated at myself for even entertaining ridiculous notions of my own deep-seated emotions. You are cold, uncaring ...yet so warm to my touch.
I audibly groan at my own idiocy, no wonder you mock Gryffindors so. I slam what fragments of toast remained in my hand onto the plate, causing a few goblets and pieces of cutlery to jump from the wooden table top. Without a look at my house mates I remove myself from the table, visibly storming from the hall.
Silently I pray that no one follows me. No such luck as someone fiercely grips my shoulder and spins me round. I am met with the very last things I needed to see at this precise moment in time: silver eyes. The gods really never do favour me do they ?
"That was some tantrum this morning Potter." The heat through me from the point on my body where he has grasped courses, and I pull away feeling as cold as the heart of the one who stands before me.
"Just ...just leave me alone Malfoy." I turn to walk away, his hand grabs my wrist before I have even moved thirty degrees: seeker reflexes. He takes a step towards me, face leaning into mine. I can feel his hot breath over my face as I instinctively lean into him, face tilting to the appropriate angle. His tongue flicks over my lips but before I can reciprocate he has moved his mouth to my ear.
"There is an old classroom by Arithmancy, be there at eleven tonight." I think he is about to pull away but before he does his teeth sink viciously into my ear lobe. I hiss, pulling my wrist from his grasp. He smirks at me, knowing full well he has the upper-hand in this twisted little scenario.
I watch him retreat. The pounding in my heart slows and ceases, stopping at that confusion ridden plane that lies between hate and lust. I believe poets call it love.
note: I realise it has been awhile since I updated and that this feeble attempt at a chapter does not compensate but I've been having some writers block in regards to this particular fic. So this is all I managed to get out but I know for sure that the next chapter will be significantly longer.
