Title: Things Better Left Unsaid

Author: Mrs. RT aka ccmom

Rating: M for mature

Pairing:Draco/Harry

Word Count: 712 words

Disclaimer: Not mine! Bows down and worships at the feet of JKR.

Summary: Some things are best not said, acted upon, or done.

We spoke today. Nothing serious; just basic chatter. I tried so hard to stay calm, remain aloof; trying desperately to hide any signs of my desire for you, my never-ending need to reach out and touch you.

You sat down in the chair across from me, smiling as you spoke. I was fascinated by your lips. Did you realize how red they are? How they stretch up to your eyes as you smile? I wanted to caress them with my fingers. Moisten them with my tongue. I noticed they were dry; did you need something to drink? I could find something for you.

You stretched suddenly, as you sat there talking. My eyes focused instantly on your chest. I could picture my hands there, in the middle, pressing against you lightly. Can you feel the heat of my hands on you as I rub them up and down? Is your chest as hard as it looks? I could do it, you know. Rub you gently or hard, depending on my mood. Up and down. I can feel the friction now. My fingertips are tingling from the thought.

I could picture it clearly in my mind. You'd say something and I would nod a little; my shoulders would heave with a loud sigh as I finally give into the daydream. I'd crawl over the desk and plant myself in your lap. Your eyes would widen with surprise and you would start to stutter out a question, but I would stop you with a finger on your lips. Yes, they are dry.

I'd drop my hands onto your chest, feeling for the thumping of your heartbeat. Ah, there it is. Did it just get faster? Possibly, but I'm sure you wouldn't mention it. I relish this contact with you; my eyes close slightly as I enjoy the heat from your skin. Slowly, with excruciating care, I move my hands up and down. Your head falls back as you close your eyes. I smile to myself as I hear the beginnings of a moan come from you. It starts deep in your chest and comes rumbling out slowly. The sound itself excites me almost as much as the feel of you.

My hands move up to your hair, it's always been a temptation to avoid, your hair. I can't decide if I want to run my fingers through it or grab a hold of it and drag your face closer to mine instead, I do neither. I place my hands gently on each side of your face; cradling you as I rub at the stubble I find there. Slowly I would lower my lips onto yours. The sensation of our lips meeting is more than I can take and I'll be forced to move away. Move away from the fantasy and back into reality.

You were still talking. I had no idea what you were saying since I'd been reliving what I'd like to do to you. I could barely look into your eyes. I was worried that you will see. Could you tell how much I wanted you? Did you know? I felt so foolish. Like a love-sick school kid. But I am way too old for this kind of thing and you are someone I can never have. I can hardly make the years go away and I know the ugly truth. How undesirable I am, unattractive, unwanted.

You left me, eventually, to go do your own work and I was forced to sit there and just smile. I stared hard at the book in front of me as I reminded myself not to watch you walk away while at the same time wishing in my deepest heart that you wouldn't go. But I knew that it's not meant to be.

I watched you sitting over there, just across the room. I kept glancing at you wondering if it would be a good idea or not to go to you. I could have just gotten up and talked to you, but I couldn't think of a reason. I was so distracted by you being there, that I couldn't focus any longer. Finally you were gone and I was left with only my secret fantasies and one burning question.

Would you moan for me?