My only HP slash
It's not even Harry/Draco....
Title: When the smoke clears
Fandom: Harry potter
Summary: This is my fave hp slash pair....
When the smoke clears:
You don’t remember when it stopped.
It could’ve been on the pitch, while he was speeding towards you, Quaffle clutched tight, insults streaming from his mouth. He pulls back his arm and let’s fly the throw that you both know you’ll block.
Except you don’t and he laughs and zooms away.
It could’ve been in the hallways, while he was storming towards you, sneering, the guarantee of pain etched all over his face. He shoves you against the wall and let’s fly the blow you really don’t want to hit home.
Except it does and he smirks and walks away.
It could’ve been during classes, while he was not listening to anyone else, focussed only on tormenting you. His eyes gleam with hatred and he lets fly a fist that you know is going to make you fall at his feet.
Except it doesn’t come and he turns away.
But when you think about it, you know it wasn’t any of those times. You know it was when he was about to board the Falmouth Falcon’s train, and go tearing out of your life.
"Wait", you say. "When did this end?"
He just scowls at you.
The whistle pierces the silence, then the doors slide shut, and screams of farewell fill the air. The train pulls away and its steam seems to be directed only at you. You can't see an inch in front of your face, let alone the few matres to where he last was.
It chokes you, and you’re eyes tear, but that’s really because you’re scared that when the smoke clears, he won’t be standing there.
Title: When the smoke clears
Fandom: Harry potter
Summary: This is my fave hp slash pair....
When the smoke clears:
You don’t remember when it stopped.
It could’ve been on the pitch, while he was speeding towards you, Quaffle clutched tight, insults streaming from his mouth. He pulls back his arm and let’s fly the throw that you both know you’ll block.
Except you don’t and he laughs and zooms away.
It could’ve been in the hallways, while he was storming towards you, sneering, the guarantee of pain etched all over his face. He shoves you against the wall and let’s fly the blow you really don’t want to hit home.
Except it does and he smirks and walks away.
It could’ve been during classes, while he was not listening to anyone else, focussed only on tormenting you. His eyes gleam with hatred and he lets fly a fist that you know is going to make you fall at his feet.
Except it doesn’t come and he turns away.
But when you think about it, you know it wasn’t any of those times. You know it was when he was about to board the Falmouth Falcon’s train, and go tearing out of your life.
"Wait", you say. "When did this end?"
He just scowls at you.
The whistle pierces the silence, then the doors slide shut, and screams of farewell fill the air. The train pulls away and its steam seems to be directed only at you. You can't see an inch in front of your face, let alone the few matres to where he last was.
It chokes you, and you’re eyes tear, but that’s really because you’re scared that when the smoke clears, he won’t be standing there.