Delicate, Draco/Hermione, G.
Damien Rice is a king. I'm telling you!
It's not that we're scared: it's just that it's delicate.
Delicate
It's not that we're scared: it's just that it's delicate. - Damien Rice, "Delicate"
My hands were shaking as I traced her cheekbones. My touch was faint; she looked so fragile. She laid still with her head in my lap and I took her in, my eyes soaked in the way her lips pouted slighted, the way her hips subtly flared out, the way her hair splayed across my thighs.
She hummed an unfamiliar tune and I clung onto every note. The humming was soft, yet it rumbled through her chest. The song was careful, gentle; it suited her.
I didn't say anything to her while she hummed. I didn't say anything to her after she finished humming. We were us on her bed. And she was there in my lap. And I was there thinking she was beautiful. And we were happy.
It's not that we're scared: it's just that it's delicate.
Delicate
It's not that we're scared: it's just that it's delicate. - Damien Rice, "Delicate"
My hands were shaking as I traced her cheekbones. My touch was faint; she looked so fragile. She laid still with her head in my lap and I took her in, my eyes soaked in the way her lips pouted slighted, the way her hips subtly flared out, the way her hair splayed across my thighs.
She hummed an unfamiliar tune and I clung onto every note. The humming was soft, yet it rumbled through her chest. The song was careful, gentle; it suited her.
I didn't say anything to her while she hummed. I didn't say anything to her after she finished humming. We were us on her bed. And she was there in my lap. And I was there thinking she was beautiful. And we were happy.