Title: Things Better Left Unsaid, part 3

Author: Mrs. RT aka ccmom

Rating: M

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Word Count: 611 words

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

Summary: Sometimes our thoughts are better left unsaid.

You touched me today. Do you remember? I'm sure you didn't even realize that you did it. You came up from behind me while I was sitting at my usual spot. I was so focused on what I was doing that I didn't even hear you approach.

You giggled, giggled, as I jumped slightly in my chair, while you had your hands on my shoulders. Boo you had said. Boo? What the hell is that all about? I sneered at you to hide my embarrassment. How could I have been caught off guard like that? I watched you laugh at my attempt to conceal my blush. I hated you again at that moment. Yet all I could feel was the lingering heat from your hands. The spot you had touched was still warm and I secretly wished you had stayed there. But you didn't. You left me alone, again.

I reached a hand up to touch my shoulder. My eyes closed so I could relish the feeling some more. I could imagine you still there. How I wished I could have leaned back for a moment and allow myself the luxury of the sensation of your body. The warmth that seems to surround you and the feeling of comfort you give off without being aware of it. Did you know that you have strength of your presence that I will never have? How do you do that? Make people love you at the same time as they hate you? Or maybe it's just me?

My mind started to run away with me as I sat there remembering your touch. What I would have given to feel more of it. I imagined that you would start to rub my shoulders, using a gentle but firm motion. Slow circles at first and then you would move on down the middle of my back. I moaned a little at that thought. I didn't realize how sore I was. It felt so good, having you touch me. I wanted more.

You moved closer to me as you hands moved downward. I felt your breath on the back of my neck. I shivered as the goose bumps appeared on my arms. I couldn't move. If I had you might have remembered what you were doing and stopped. Remembered who you were doing this to and taken off. A low groan of disappointment escaped my mouth as you moved a step away. Your hands raised up my back again and have stopped on my neck. I hadn't realized I was so sensitive there. I shivered a second time, cursing my inability to hide my reactions from you. But you don't say anything. Instead you leaned over and whispered in my ears. Something about later and I hope to see you, but I couldn't make out the words over the thundering in my ears. My own harsh breathing was louder than your soft words. I turn in my seat as I realized you were leaving and started to ask you to repeat what you had just said.

Instead, I realized that you weren't really there and I had been daydreaming again. I'm disappointed and embarrassed that I want you so badly. That no matter what I do, it will never be enough. Never enough to earn your respect or your forgiveness. I turned around in my seat again and glared at my books. I needed this to stop; this obsession with you. Yet, it's all I have left now, even with the end of the war coming.

Please Harry. Please win. I don't know what I'd do without you. Even if you know what you'd do without me.