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Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to J.k. Rowling. She is the genious with the master plan. Or idears... Whatever...
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If life turned out the way I wanted it to you would be mine. You would kiss me all the time and hold me like I was the only in the world. I would be your one and only. Then, I would tell that little blonde skank to go to hell. Yes, that is what I would do; it would leave me quite joyous I think. Life would be perfect then and I could have you any time I wanted, day or night, well at mostly night. Just thinking about it makes me long for you even more than before.
Nothing will ever happen between you and me. Life has most definatly not turned out the way I want. You are not mine, even though I wish more than anything else that you were. I think about you all the time and I hope to god you haven’t forgotten me. We had such wonderful time together before the accident. The accident was horrific and undeniably the worst experience of my life, too bad it was the last experience. You think I am dead, which is true to an extent.
The “accident” as you know it is that I got on the bad side of some really bad guys and they killed me. That story is true but they failed to tell you a minor detail. I got on the bad side of some vampires and they took my life. Now, I am an undead creature and you are still the warm life-filled man you always were.
I see you sometimes. Standing on the street with that skank, you married her like I never existed. You even stopped going to my “grave” because she threw one of her famous tantrums. Gods, you better hope your children don’t learn that from her. The two of you attend all those balls and theatre productions, how do you stand it? The man I knew hated those things. I remember several occasions where you were obligated to attend, you always came home snarling like a pissed wolf. Only I could calm you on those nights. I guess I had a special gift, you sure thought it was special when it was buried to the hilt inside of your tight little arse.
I often imagine what it would be like to be with you once again. If I ever revealed myself to you again, would you think I was a freak? No, I must not think about that. It would simply ruin my dream. I no longer dream, though, during the day I am no better than dead. I do think about you right before I slumber, it would be like day dreaming, really, just not during the day. I think you would really like my dreams. You always end up scoring, those were always your favorite, I remember.
If I were with you again, the first night I would lead you to my bedroom in my home. You would simply hate it in the morning and order me to move to a place less disgusting but would be far to aroused to care that night. I would push you down on the bed and kiss you like I once did. My tongue would be in your mouth and you would just love it. I would be able to feel your erection pressing against my own; you would be so hard by then. Then I would slowly strip you, admiring the sight I have been deprived of for so long.
You would be aching, whimpering for me to take you, just like you used to do. I would kiss your beautiful cock once then shed my own clothing. Without even a word from me, you would be up on your hands and knees, ready for me. I would just smirk, a little trick I learned from you, and shove into your hole, tight from lack of use. You would moan and I would fuck you just like I once did. Then, love, you would scream my name “Harry! Harry!” and I would come inside of you. Your orgasm would shortly follow, causing you to collapse on the bed. I would pull my cock out of your arse and clean your hole with my tongue.
I would then bite you, but nothing more than the playful bites I used to give you. I would draw no more blood than a few drops. Although, that would be quite fine seeing as I would have already eaten. I would whisper sweet things into your ear until you fell asleep, hoping you would not ask something of me I cannot promise. I would pet you hair and just watch you slumber until dawn when I would disappear before the sun could turn me to ashes.
Yes, that would be wonderful. You still think I am dead, though. I have to tell you one night. But until then, I must be content to stand, hidden here in the shadows of an alley across the street from you while that skank stands by your side.
Harry whispered the last part aloud, hoping that someone would hear him. Draco’s head turned toward the alley and maybe the wish has come true.
“Draco, love, come on, it is getting cold,” The shrill voice cut through the night like glass, shattering all peace that had been evident. The gaze was broken and the blond’s sight was again set on his wife.
“Yes, yes Pansy. You have a fur coat on, stop blubbering,” He snarled taking her hand and getting into the limousine. Harry sighed and turned down the alley.
Maybe someday I will get up the nerve to approach you, but then again, maybe I won’t. I guess it really all depends on you. If only you would visit my “grave,” I would know then you still cared for me.
The very next night, there were fresh flowers on the grave of Harry James Potter.
I guess you could see this as kind of angsty and depressing. It only really describes a sex scene, it does not really happen. I just wrote this. I got the idea from the music video "A little less 16 candles a little more 'touch me'" Once you read this you will see the connection... it is very minor though... OH and if you haven't heard the song youtube it, it is by fall out boy.