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Title: Hope
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Harry and Draco's special night before the fight with Voldemort.
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance/Drama
Tracing your jawline with my finger is like tracing perfection. There are no blemishes, no scars, and so there are no doubts, no uncertainties. Your eyes, as silver as the moon, are paradise, and I drown in them. I drown in their silent serenity, their quiet understanding. Your platinum hair is golden sunlight, beautiful yet scorching. I am truly lost in your passion, the mysteries your past presents, and in my love for your perfection. You are everything I have ever dreamed of wanting, the only person to ever truly captivate me. Our souls are bound together so tightly it is painful, but that pain is an exquisite torture. Slowly disrobing you there is only silence, tension hanging thick in the air. Even as we caress one another, there are no words spoken, no sounds created. We complete the other, satisfy each other's needs; always in silence. The memories are precious, to be treasured, and we will not violate that perfection by uttering a sound. It is worship we give one another, adoration and release as well. There is not always tenderness between us, but there is more of it now than at the beginning. At the beginning it was always violent and angry, the emotions we needed an outlet for the most. That anger has subsided, and now the outlet is for fear and the intake is of comfort, rather than relief or release. Tonight you are unusally tense, though your perfection is not marred in the slightest. It never is. Tomorrow I must face Voldemort, the man who plagues me with nightmares, and the concern for me in your body language is rather evident. I do not say anything about it, knowing it will spoil the mood and ruin this moment of true perfection. I kiss you softly, in understanding, and in my mind that is all the reassurance that you need. You do not offer any of your own, do not caress me any certain way to let me know you are worried for my safety. But I do not need that reassurance. I read your emotions easily, and am not concerned you have shown me no obvious sign of your discomforture. In the morning, when I wake, I smile at you softly and exit the room. I pause outside the door, gathering my wits for the upcoming battle, and hear your soft whisper of, "Come back to me, my love." And that gives me all the courage I need to face the worst nightmare to ever walk this earth. I will try, I promise you silently. I will try.
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Harry and Draco's special night before the fight with Voldemort.
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance/Drama
Tracing your jawline with my finger is like tracing perfection. There are no blemishes, no scars, and so there are no doubts, no uncertainties. Your eyes, as silver as the moon, are paradise, and I drown in them. I drown in their silent serenity, their quiet understanding. Your platinum hair is golden sunlight, beautiful yet scorching. I am truly lost in your passion, the mysteries your past presents, and in my love for your perfection. You are everything I have ever dreamed of wanting, the only person to ever truly captivate me. Our souls are bound together so tightly it is painful, but that pain is an exquisite torture. Slowly disrobing you there is only silence, tension hanging thick in the air. Even as we caress one another, there are no words spoken, no sounds created. We complete the other, satisfy each other's needs; always in silence. The memories are precious, to be treasured, and we will not violate that perfection by uttering a sound. It is worship we give one another, adoration and release as well. There is not always tenderness between us, but there is more of it now than at the beginning. At the beginning it was always violent and angry, the emotions we needed an outlet for the most. That anger has subsided, and now the outlet is for fear and the intake is of comfort, rather than relief or release. Tonight you are unusally tense, though your perfection is not marred in the slightest. It never is. Tomorrow I must face Voldemort, the man who plagues me with nightmares, and the concern for me in your body language is rather evident. I do not say anything about it, knowing it will spoil the mood and ruin this moment of true perfection. I kiss you softly, in understanding, and in my mind that is all the reassurance that you need. You do not offer any of your own, do not caress me any certain way to let me know you are worried for my safety. But I do not need that reassurance. I read your emotions easily, and am not concerned you have shown me no obvious sign of your discomforture. In the morning, when I wake, I smile at you softly and exit the room. I pause outside the door, gathering my wits for the upcoming battle, and hear your soft whisper of, "Come back to me, my love." And that gives me all the courage I need to face the worst nightmare to ever walk this earth. I will try, I promise you silently. I will try.