Anything You Say Will Sound Like Goodbye
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Adult +
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1,222
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3
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Anything You Say Will Sound Like Goodbye
Disclaimer: I own nothing! All belongs to JKR, even though she doesn\'t know how to play with them properly...-wink- Little Tom Felton is legal now..heh...
A/N--I wrote this a while ago, when I was on a sap kick, and it needed to go somewhere. If it sucks and no one reviews, at least it\'s out here. But, if you guys like it, I will try to conjure up some leftover sap and finish it. It\'s all up to you, my loyal (read: non-existent) fanbase. And now, on with the show!
Anything You Say Will Sound Like Goodbye
“And so, I wanted you to know that I love you.”
Harry looked at Draco, so pale and frail, lying in his death bed, and tears began to well in his eyes. These were his beloved’s final thoughts? To tell him that he loved him? He stroked the once glorious head of the last Malfoy, the hair crisp and brittle where once it was soft and alive. Alive…
“I know you love me, pet.” Harry grinned down. “You think I would have stuck around this long just for the great sex?”
Draco blanched. There’d been no bed-rocking, no mussed sheets, no tangled bodies entwined in lust and sweat and desire for a long, long time. Not since the doctors confirmed that any sort of stress would cause his lungs to collapse immediately, instead of at the sickeningly slow pace they were deteriorating now. Not since Harry realized that his ardor could put the final nail in the inevitable coffin. At that point, the two went from the lust-crazed terrors of Hogwarts to a hand-holding Catholicesque couple; all of the wanting remained, but fear kept them in line.
“No. I really don’t think you understand what I’m trying to tell you, Harry.” Draco’s eyes were soft, the icy blue not quite so cutting, imploring his raven-tressed love to comprehend the depth of his emotion. “I love you. More than my own life. I loved you before I even knew you, not the “Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived,” but your soul. I fell in love with your essence before it ever flitted upon this mortal plane, though, I am glad it chose that gorgeous body of yours.”
Draco paused and reflected at the thought of Harry naked, and it caused a small smile to grace his face, all that he could muster after months of sickness ravaged his frame.
“I look at you, and all I want is your happiness. Your smile; I would gladly give up the world for it. -- Your teeth; I would like them upon my nubile, supple flesh. Touch my man flesh, Harry, TOUCH MY MAN FLESH!!!
Harry’s eyes grew wide. “Draco, what the flaming hell..?”
Draco coughed and reached up for Harry’s hand. “Sorry about that,” he said between gasps of air, “sometimes I get carried away with my thoughts.”
Their fingers tangled together for a few moments, their eyes reflecting each others’ in what could possibly be their last days together in the mortal plane. Tears began to rim Draco’s darkened features, and he willed himself not to cry. This wasn’t supposed to be a sad time. His love should never feel pain. This was a time to let Harry know that he would never be alone…never be forgotten…
A/N--I wrote this a while ago, when I was on a sap kick, and it needed to go somewhere. If it sucks and no one reviews, at least it\'s out here. But, if you guys like it, I will try to conjure up some leftover sap and finish it. It\'s all up to you, my loyal (read: non-existent) fanbase. And now, on with the show!
Anything You Say Will Sound Like Goodbye
“And so, I wanted you to know that I love you.”
Harry looked at Draco, so pale and frail, lying in his death bed, and tears began to well in his eyes. These were his beloved’s final thoughts? To tell him that he loved him? He stroked the once glorious head of the last Malfoy, the hair crisp and brittle where once it was soft and alive. Alive…
“I know you love me, pet.” Harry grinned down. “You think I would have stuck around this long just for the great sex?”
Draco blanched. There’d been no bed-rocking, no mussed sheets, no tangled bodies entwined in lust and sweat and desire for a long, long time. Not since the doctors confirmed that any sort of stress would cause his lungs to collapse immediately, instead of at the sickeningly slow pace they were deteriorating now. Not since Harry realized that his ardor could put the final nail in the inevitable coffin. At that point, the two went from the lust-crazed terrors of Hogwarts to a hand-holding Catholicesque couple; all of the wanting remained, but fear kept them in line.
“No. I really don’t think you understand what I’m trying to tell you, Harry.” Draco’s eyes were soft, the icy blue not quite so cutting, imploring his raven-tressed love to comprehend the depth of his emotion. “I love you. More than my own life. I loved you before I even knew you, not the “Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived,” but your soul. I fell in love with your essence before it ever flitted upon this mortal plane, though, I am glad it chose that gorgeous body of yours.”
Draco paused and reflected at the thought of Harry naked, and it caused a small smile to grace his face, all that he could muster after months of sickness ravaged his frame.
“I look at you, and all I want is your happiness. Your smile; I would gladly give up the world for it. -- Your teeth; I would like them upon my nubile, supple flesh. Touch my man flesh, Harry, TOUCH MY MAN FLESH!!!
Harry’s eyes grew wide. “Draco, what the flaming hell..?”
Draco coughed and reached up for Harry’s hand. “Sorry about that,” he said between gasps of air, “sometimes I get carried away with my thoughts.”
Their fingers tangled together for a few moments, their eyes reflecting each others’ in what could possibly be their last days together in the mortal plane. Tears began to rim Draco’s darkened features, and he willed himself not to cry. This wasn’t supposed to be a sad time. His love should never feel pain. This was a time to let Harry know that he would never be alone…never be forgotten…