Okay, just to clarify, this is a writing piece (cant really call it a story, dont wanna call it a poem, but wtv it is...) it is a one shot about Draco and Hermione

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another Friend gone Up in flames who Can't be Killed

Gorgeous.

Nothing captures my breath quite like the sweat dripping down his chest. His lips faintly move up and down from his staggered breaths. I feel his morphine stabbing me in the veins.

Enticing.

Every slight move he makes is me craving more. I have myself believing in this battle between sheets. Half second blinks required only to assure this is no dream.

Orders.

As if I'm in a restaurant. Anything I demand, waiting for me behind closed doors. Hold the check, I'm in no hurry. I may even get seconds to go.

Rough.

Is the look in his eye I've been stealing. Directing his gaze wherever I wish. In the backseat, I'm more in control then I think, but I love it when he drives.

Gasps.

Escaping my lungs with each touch of those wandering fingertips. The ever so slight tracings on my back are the stares I will be drowned in tomorrow morning.

Exit.

Use stares in case of fire. The note on my back says 'These flames have been eating away at my flesh before I even made it to the elevator.' Everyone knows I've been given a little taste of heaven that will send me to burn in hell.

Risqué.

A whole new way to listen to our clothing fight the floor. Like a comic strip there's so little room for words but, there can never be too many sound effects.

Years.

I've been waiting for the bragging rights. The application I filled out willed away all my wit. I thought I'd never be rich enough to buy it all back, but tonight I'm sleeping with gold.

Answers.

Will vary on this test of anatomy. I may just be the star student who aces it. Most of the class planned late night study sessions, but I pulled an all-nighter.

Never.

Has darkness blinded me before. 7 – 12 under covers with a flash light. Flash to the future. I'm like a vampire at night, but my bark is worse than my bite.

Romance.

The hardest language to learn. As for me, I've won half the battle. Mastering body speech is the first step. Second, is admitting. This dream couldn't be more.

Over.

But it's only just begun. My hands have wandered, now my mind can follow. Down in the gutter is where the sewer rats roam, gnawing on bits and pieces of my thoughts. Newspaper headlines read:

Scandal.

Another Teen drama. Another minute wasted.

It's too bad it was all just a lie. Just another…

Secret.

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