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Title: A Blessing And A Curse
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Harry reminisces about Draco.
Rating: PG
Genre: Angst
I've crashed into what I saw coming, I hit the wall unprepared but knowing it was there. The tears create a bright sheen in your blue eyes, the color of emotion, and I can't seem to say I'm sorry. Nothing bad was supposed to happen-I'm the Savior of the Wizarding World-no one was supposed to get hurt. And yet I cannot explain away the moisture in your eyes; I cannot kiss the pain away. Your eyes keep searching my eyes, looking for the wisp of an explanation. The anguish and despair I see you convey through your every movement breaks my heart anew every time you enter the room. I wish I were brave enough to let the world see my tears, but I'm not. The Savior of the Wizarding World is not allowed the comfort of tears, not allowed any sort of emotional release. So I save my pain for the cold comfort of solitude where I use the good memories I have as an antidote. An antidote that never seems to work. All my memories are of you, the smile on your lips; the shine in your eyes. Those are the good days, few and far between. My nights are usually crowded with the recollection of your despair, hurt, anguish, and worst of all-your quiet acceptance of it all. I do not think I will ever be able to forget you, Draco. You are, truly, a blessing and a curse.
Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Harry reminisces about Draco.
Rating: PG
Genre: Angst
I've crashed into what I saw coming, I hit the wall unprepared but knowing it was there. The tears create a bright sheen in your blue eyes, the color of emotion, and I can't seem to say I'm sorry. Nothing bad was supposed to happen-I'm the Savior of the Wizarding World-no one was supposed to get hurt. And yet I cannot explain away the moisture in your eyes; I cannot kiss the pain away. Your eyes keep searching my eyes, looking for the wisp of an explanation. The anguish and despair I see you convey through your every movement breaks my heart anew every time you enter the room. I wish I were brave enough to let the world see my tears, but I'm not. The Savior of the Wizarding World is not allowed the comfort of tears, not allowed any sort of emotional release. So I save my pain for the cold comfort of solitude where I use the good memories I have as an antidote. An antidote that never seems to work. All my memories are of you, the smile on your lips; the shine in your eyes. Those are the good days, few and far between. My nights are usually crowded with the recollection of your despair, hurt, anguish, and worst of all-your quiet acceptance of it all. I do not think I will ever be able to forget you, Draco. You are, truly, a blessing and a curse.
Harry Potter