Disclaimer: All character's belong to JK Rowling.
Warning: This is SLASH (guy/guy) so if that doesn't tickle your fancy don't read it. Simple.
A brush of our lips
Dear Shadow,
This relationship has been such a ride! I don't know anyone I've had more fun with, it wasn't just passion and lust it was love, friendship and so much more. Too much to write down in words. Too much to describe.
He stopped writing, and looked at the letter he'd written, a tear fell down his face and hit the word 'love' making it an almost indecipherable spot. The pain in his heart was too much, but he was only trying to save everyone else the hurt. His family, Harry's 'family', their friends, admirers and God knows who else could be hurt, so many, too many.
We were living in a dream, and sure it was fun while it lasted. How can it go on? Remember when Granger and Weasley found us in just boxers and we said it was a spell from a duel. They believed it; we can't hurt all the people around us any longer. Yet we don't want to come out. It's best off we left this.
He remembered the memory when they had been found together in the astronomy tower. They were both hot and sweaty from the sex they'd both commenced in. It was such passion filled, sinful, sex. Every time he pushed gently in and out of his lover, he moaned, begged and pleaded for him to do it faster, harder, yet he wouldn't let himself until they were both about to explode with frustration. He picked back up the quill trying to ignore all the sexual and emotional aggravation going on inside and outside his body.
It's best off we left this where it is. Until, well we both know when until comes
Some people say letters are a cold way to break up a relationship, better to do it face to face. But I know just looking at your face... Well, you're eyes, those beautiful emerald orbs that draw me into you. So passionate, I used to criticize you for wearing your heart on your sleeve, but you didn't you just faked happiness in front of your friends. You're eyes would be enough to make me forget why I was even with you at that moment; they'd just make me want to do such corrupt things to you.
I could've screwed this letter up by now, but I know no matter how many attempts I have I can never write down why, how, when, where, who, I can never answer all the questions running through your head, because you're so unpredictable. I think I've said practically everything I can.
Don't think I don't love you, or that I never have done because I do.
I do love you.
And all chivalries aside, this is MY fault.
But, I do love you so much it hurts. So never forget me and until, the 'until' comes remember.
I do love you.
Your Silhouette.
He put his quill down furiously wiping away the tears from his face. He tried so hard not to cry, but his efforts were wasted. He felt so weak, so drained he wished he could just forget how it felt. He put the black parchment, with silver ink into a silver envelope. He wrote on the front in thick black swirling lettering,
My Shadow
He attached the letter, and before he could change his mind opened the window to a cold blast of winter wind. He let his eagle owl fly out in the night. He flopped on his bed, counting the seconds until he heard his eagle owl pecked on the window of his lover's room that was just across the hall.
"Curse you Dumbledore." He said spitefully, for it was his fault this whole relationship started.
The cold air drifted in, making the bedroom like a homely fridge. Draco heard the pecks, and the window was flung open.
"Fucking hell!" He heard as the window was slammed, obviously the cold was too much for their already frozen rooms to be exposed to. They were forced to live together because of all their fights but this was how it all began, childish quarrels, now it was love, emotions so deep it could cause so much pain and happiness at the same time. It was so wrong, yet so right.
He'd rather forget the feeling of to love, and have love returned; he'd rather forget all of this than to feel the pain he felt now.
"Draco!" Shouted a voice as it knocked on the door, "Let me in! Baby! Now!" Frantic knocking almost smothered the raven-haired boys frantic plea, "Come on, we need to talk this over! We need to..." His voice trailed off, and the frantic punches at the door stopped, "OPEN UP!" He bellowed, but his voice cracked, "Argh" He cried out in anger, and punched the wall beside the door, "Let me the hell in!" He said painfully, tearfully, "Please." His back leant against the door for support and he sank down till he reached the floor. "I love you." He whispered hugging his knees, and then crying into his hands, he was shaking. It all seemed so dramatic, so painful, so fucking real.
"I love you!" He cried tears flowing down his face.
Draco got out of bed, and sat by the door facing it. He put a hand on the door, as if trying to comfort the boy on the other side.
"Please." He whispered, oblivious that Draco could here, "Until can be now if you want it to be! I love you so much, I won't lose you, I can't lose you... Yet somehow I've already lost you." He cried and cried, his voice was getting hoarse from the sobs that were racking his body, his head was bowed and he was crying into his hands. He leaned against the wall by the door,
Draco slowly rose as he heard what he said. He opened the door slowly. And crouched by him, tears flowing down his face,
"Until can be now!" He whispered, "Now!" He clung onto Draco, "Just don't let me lose you."
"Harry..." Draco murmured and clung to him so tight, as if he could be wrenched away any second, Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's body,
"Tomorrow. We'll tell them." He cried into Draco's chest,
"We'll make it through another day yet, don't you worry." Draco said comforting him,
"I'm sorry we didn't tell them earlier... I never expected 'until' to come so soon but it has. And hopefully we'll come out stronger, and better." Harry said looking into Draco's intoxicating greyish silver eyes,
"I love you so much." Draco said. He knew as soon as he looked into Harry's eyes, that trying to break up was stupid. One brush of their lips, and they fell into a happiness that they thought would never end.
Draco pushed Harry down on the floor and straddled his body. He kissed him gently, and then pushed against him needily; gently tempting Harry's lips open he explored Harry mouth. Harry's hands tousled Draco's platinum hair, and then Harry engaged in a battle with Draco's tongue. They roughly battled for dominance of the other's mouth. Harry pushed Draco's body to the side, then got on top of him. They both laughed and returned to the kissing.
The love they shared allowed them to experience all their emotions to the extreme, in such short spaces of time. Draco and Harry were both thinking how good it felt to be so happy, and to be able to sort things out so quickly. Although it was serious, they let their happiness float in a haze around them. Using each other like a shadow, like a silhouette.
Well my first mini-attempt of slash. Awww, young love. That was so fun to write, it was getting so hysterical then suddenly all passionate. I was thinking I might make it five chapters long, this one, each of their opinions and little flashbacks, them telling Hermione, Ron, Blaise, Pansy, Sirius (A/U), Lupin, then a bit of sweet action. How does that sound? Good? Bad? Too much? Too little? And what did you think? Bit too dramatic, or understandable?
Leave a review, and thanks for reading,
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Love
P.C