Cravings
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,295
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Cravings
Cravings
I can’t bear it any longer. He just keeps looking at me with those cold eyes and sneers. I don’t understand why can’t I let go of it? I know that there has to be something wrong with me. The cold inside only burns when he comes near. I can only feel again, when he is near. But day after day I look to him and he looks away. Day after day he denies I exist. But hell, I exist! Why does everyone but him notice? The professors notice, even Snape with his humiliating of me. The other Slytherins notice, since they torment me. But not him, never him. Why do I have to suffer this way?
I crave the feel of his hands on me, caressing my body, tormenting me with his passion. The taste of him on my tongue as we explore each others bodies. The feel of his silken hair in my hands as I trap his head to my body. The weight of him settling over me and inside, filling that ache within. I crave the feel of him inside me. I want him. I need him. I crave him. Why am I being denied?
Is it me? Have I done something wrong? Or is it him? Is he wrong? Why can’t he see the need that I am?
I can’t bear it any longer. He just keeps looking at me with those cold eyes and sneers. I don’t understand why can’t I let go of it? I know that there has to be something wrong with me. The cold inside only burns when he comes near. I can only feel again, when he is near. But day after day I look to him and he looks away. Day after day he denies I exist. But hell, I exist! Why does everyone but him notice? The professors notice, even Snape with his humiliating of me. The other Slytherins notice, since they torment me. But not him, never him. Why do I have to suffer this way?
I crave the feel of his hands on me, caressing my body, tormenting me with his passion. The taste of him on my tongue as we explore each others bodies. The feel of his silken hair in my hands as I trap his head to my body. The weight of him settling over me and inside, filling that ache within. I crave the feel of him inside me. I want him. I need him. I crave him. Why am I being denied?
Is it me? Have I done something wrong? Or is it him? Is he wrong? Why can’t he see the need that I am?