The cold

***Like I said, I got this idea from Keikokin, with her story \"Dear Remus\" Only it\'s a bit more serious. I don\'t know if I want to write more after this short bit, I guess we\'le e ANything in \\/ means thoughts

/Dear my beloved Harry,
Are your lips as soft as I imagine them to be? Does desire turn your eyes from bright to a stormy emerald. Dark and wanting. Does your skin taste of the sea after a hurricane of passion? A frenzy of love making? Do you call out your lovers name when he runs his tongue along your neck? Do you shiver from excitement when he touches your face. Do you hold him close, hardly breathing, when he lies beside you? Do you whisper words of love in his ears as you fall asleep in his arms?
To be the man that makes you wild with emotions you never dreamed possible is my only want. I covet it with every waking moment. I want to feel your muffled cry when I slide inside you. I want to taste your tears when you cry. Laugh when you tell a stupid joke. I want to be the one that wakes up beside you every morning, running my fingers in your dark hair. I want to hold you when you wake up screaming from your nightmares.
Everything you are I want. Every fear. Every memory. Hate. Love. De. A. Anger. I yearn for it all. I want your breath to catch in your throat when I walk in a room. For you to smile at me when I feel sad. I want you to love me. Love me like I love you.
The tears I hide for you are many. I hold them close to me as a reminder of you. The ache I feel for you burns inside me like a disease. A virus eating away at my very soul. I want to erase the years that have past and make you see me. See inside the mask I wear. See past the cold in my eyes. Your touch would warm me. Your touch…your touch I need to live.
Time runs short with every breath we take. Every minute you are not near me I feel a little part of myself die. Soon we will part ways and never see each other again. Though time will ever take this feeling away. It won’t melt away though I wish it would. But words do not leave my mouth when you are near. I can not express to you what I feel. Soon you will slip through my fingers.
And I will waste away inside the cold in my heart.\\

Studying the letter one last time with cool silver eyes, the Slytherin folded it twice. Carefully he kissed it, wishing with all his heart that it was his dream lover’s lips. The sun was setting before him. Night was approaching. The cold wind wrapped itself around Draco like a blanket. Something secure. The chill of the air a familiar friend. In three weeks he would leave Hogwarts for good, and never see Harry Potter again. The thought brought a tear to his eye.
All those years he had been so stupid. So selfish. Jealous. Hurt. Harry was never able to catch a gimpse past the mean words that Draco used. And now there was no chance. Casting one last glace at the folded parchment, Draco flung it into the air. The wind caught it easily and Draco smiled. At least he had said what he needed to say, even if Harry never read it.

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The paper fluttered to the ground at his feet. Curious, Harry picked up the folded parchment and opened it.


***Yeah that\'s it, I\'m sorry, but if you guys want me to keep going, just tell me, and I will...you know I\'m a slave to you people..