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Missing
His hands were the things that I miss the most about Severus. They could lightly brush my cheek and send fire up my spine. They could hold my hands as he fucked my into oblivion but never hurt me. I remember when he held me after Sirius died; his hands caressed me back and head. He made me feel so safe from all out there.
I also miss his voice. The purr in his voice could make me come in class. The way he talked into my ears as we made love, telling me things that would make me come before he could slide into me. His voice that reassured me, on that day, that everything was fine, and there was nothing to fear.
Ahh, and I remember his look. The way he would look at me, it could tell me that he wanted me, even when I was in class. The eyes that helped me as I cried over Dumbledore's death, the eyes that told the truth about what he was asked to do, for everyone, but more for me.
Now I stand by his grave. I still can remember that last day we had together. First we had made love, slowly, with lots of kisses and 'I love yous'. Then his dark mark became even darker, signaling that he need to meet Voldemort. I told he not to go but he said: "All will be fine, Harry. I will return. I love you." Then he placed a kiss on my head, and headed out. And that was the last time I saw my love.
Later he was found, after I killed Voldemort, died. I was so distraught that I wouldn't let anyone near him. But soon I let them take him to be buried. I told all that he was still good and helped me. Only then did they accepted it.
He now sleeps next to my grave, the grave that I was come to when I pass on. I miss him more than anyone that I lost. And some day we will be together, in the next life.