-Butterflies-
Breathe in…breathe out…breathe in…breathe out…His hands slide up my side, leaving a fire in their wake, and I wonder why they are not cold and rough. He touches me, and I lose my senses, the world blurs like a watercolor painting, a mix of color, each one melting into the next. He whispers my name softly, "Hermione…" in that special way that only he can, and I feel my insides melt and my heart set ablaze.
The stone wall is cold against my back through my cotton shirt, and I bite my lip to keep from crying out as he presses into me, as close as our bodies will allow, and I ache in agony as I try to pull him closer still. I run my hand through his soft silken hair, relishing the feel of it between my fingers. He whispers sweet nothings into my ear, and I know that this night I am his.
He kisses me now, gently, like I never imagined was possible for him, and I moan despite myself. He is so soft around his edges, and I wonder how I could not have noticed before. His eyes are so tender with passion it makes me want to cry, and the way he holds me is like being cradled by a cloud. He runs his hand along my cheek, and it is as soft as the wing beats of a butterfly, the butterfly that flutters about where I know my heart should be.
As he touches me, I know that I would never want to be away from him. My heart calls to him, and whispers the words that echo in my soul that I know I must voice before the ending of this dream, this fantasy brought to life. I must make it real.
So, in a candlelit dimness, I whisper the words to him that have been ringing my heart since the first day I saw him, though I did not know it then, I am sure of it now. Uncertainly, I pull away from him and utter the sentence that will change everything forever.
"Draco, I love you."