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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
Views:
8,018
Reviews:
38
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Chapter 5
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Chapter 5
When Harry blew out the candle, Draco felt as if he were blowing out all of the hopes he had once carried inside of him. His head was mingled with confusion. And a thirst of lust and passion that only Harry could quench.
Draco remembered Harry staring at his expressionless face and he could almost feel what Harry was thinking. Draco could feel sadness, loneliness, and lust filled rage. Draco pictured Harry’s emerald green eyes and they calmed him. Thoughts of happier and less confused times came to his head. Draco thought of Quidditch, grazing the green field next to Harry looking for the snitch. Or he thought of his childhood when he and his mother would go for a picnic outside of their Manor. Draco forgot all of the troubles on the world because of Harry Potter. He felt whole with him and empty without. Draco felt anger though. Anger with himself for never realizing all the pain Harry had gone through. Anger for always being the one to push Harry down. Anger for never trying harder to be his friend.
Draco opened and closed his eyes, letting them adjust to the darkness. He looked out through a gap in the curtains to see Harry sleeping on his back with his arm thrown carelessly above his head, clutching on to the pillow next to him. He looked beautiful. Truly amazing, with the light of the moon reflecting against his tanned skin, making him look heavenly and at peace. Draco felt enlightened just looking at him. He got up quietly to avoid waking Harry and walked over to the window.
He looked out and saw a dark blue sky, the moon full and beautiful with a few stars on the canvas of darkness around it. Draco stood there for hours maybe, entranced with the beauty of the world. Something he failed to appreciate until he felt the passion and even love inside his body that was all connected with Harry. The light to fulfill Draco’s darkness. For Harry truly was, the light to Draco’s dark. As was Draco, the shade to his light. The passion to his soul. And the love to his hate. They truly were equal. And while Draco was staring at the beautiful night sky, he realized that was what Angelo was saying the whole time.
He turned his gaze back to Harry, wishing that he could find the power and the knowledge to satisfy this need for lightness. Draco now had Harry’s blood, Harry’s warm crimson fluid of light, flowing inside of him. Making him experience emotions he had never thought of feeling. Draco sighed and waked back over to the wondering, willing Harry to know and feel what he was feeling. He never knew that night that Harry was feeling the same way.
Harry was dreaming of hopes and darknesses that he had never felt or thought of until that evening. Harry was dreaming, his arm over his head, and his face turned toward the light of the moon and the darkness of the sky. Exactly what Harry and Draco were: Dark and light. Heaven and Hell. Pain and relief. All mingled together in a feeling that made Harry feel as if Draco was the only one for him.
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I love him because now I know no other way. I worship him but with no words to say. I want him to be with me all through out the day. But I will never truly understand why I feel this way.
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Chapter 5
When Harry blew out the candle, Draco felt as if he were blowing out all of the hopes he had once carried inside of him. His head was mingled with confusion. And a thirst of lust and passion that only Harry could quench.
Draco remembered Harry staring at his expressionless face and he could almost feel what Harry was thinking. Draco could feel sadness, loneliness, and lust filled rage. Draco pictured Harry’s emerald green eyes and they calmed him. Thoughts of happier and less confused times came to his head. Draco thought of Quidditch, grazing the green field next to Harry looking for the snitch. Or he thought of his childhood when he and his mother would go for a picnic outside of their Manor. Draco forgot all of the troubles on the world because of Harry Potter. He felt whole with him and empty without. Draco felt anger though. Anger with himself for never realizing all the pain Harry had gone through. Anger for always being the one to push Harry down. Anger for never trying harder to be his friend.
Draco opened and closed his eyes, letting them adjust to the darkness. He looked out through a gap in the curtains to see Harry sleeping on his back with his arm thrown carelessly above his head, clutching on to the pillow next to him. He looked beautiful. Truly amazing, with the light of the moon reflecting against his tanned skin, making him look heavenly and at peace. Draco felt enlightened just looking at him. He got up quietly to avoid waking Harry and walked over to the window.
He looked out and saw a dark blue sky, the moon full and beautiful with a few stars on the canvas of darkness around it. Draco stood there for hours maybe, entranced with the beauty of the world. Something he failed to appreciate until he felt the passion and even love inside his body that was all connected with Harry. The light to fulfill Draco’s darkness. For Harry truly was, the light to Draco’s dark. As was Draco, the shade to his light. The passion to his soul. And the love to his hate. They truly were equal. And while Draco was staring at the beautiful night sky, he realized that was what Angelo was saying the whole time.
He turned his gaze back to Harry, wishing that he could find the power and the knowledge to satisfy this need for lightness. Draco now had Harry’s blood, Harry’s warm crimson fluid of light, flowing inside of him. Making him experience emotions he had never thought of feeling. Draco sighed and waked back over to the wondering, willing Harry to know and feel what he was feeling. He never knew that night that Harry was feeling the same way.
Harry was dreaming of hopes and darknesses that he had never felt or thought of until that evening. Harry was dreaming, his arm over his head, and his face turned toward the light of the moon and the darkness of the sky. Exactly what Harry and Draco were: Dark and light. Heaven and Hell. Pain and relief. All mingled together in a feeling that made Harry feel as if Draco was the only one for him.
I love him because now I know no other way. I worship him but with no words to say. I want him to be with me all through out the day. But I will never truly understand why I feel this way.
- #-PLEAPLEASE REVIEW!!! I need all the support I can get!