You.

This is Slash. In the sense of being about two boys, loving each other. Romantically. If you have an issue with this leave now. I am not making you read it. I do not have any power over you. Flame me? I will delete it. Simple as that. Thank you to those who leave me lovely reviews! I do send personal thank yous!

Enjoy!

WiseDraco
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I Am Miserable.


I want to kiss You.


Merlin but I want to kiss You so badly it almost hurts.


I want to feel my lips move against Yours,


I want to feel Your tongue invade my mouth.


I want to feel You take me in Your arms and hold me.


Just hold me.


I want to put my head in that crook just beneath Your solid

sun-kissed jaw
And rest.


There


Forever.


But I never will.


I just know it.


And honestly?


It Sucks.


We work together now.


You are teaching me how to defend myself from people.


And the only thing I want to know is if You taste as good as


You smell.


Like


Miracles


And


Christmas Morning.


So now I have this obsession with Your mouth.


And


Your hips.


And


Your eyes.


Your cheek-bones


Your fore-arms


Your hands.


I am in love with Your hands.


(because I am far to scared to say that I am actually in love with You.)


I love everything You do.


The way You talk out of the side of your mouth when

You’re embarrassed.


The way You eat Your breakfast


(first eggs, then sausage, a drink of pumpkin juice, and then the hash browns)


I asked You once


Why you ate Your breakfast like that.


You gave me a funny look,


Commented on ‘why’ I knew that,


And said


“I hate cold eggs.”


I should have stopped with the questions then.


But


I didn’t.


I asked why You did certain things,


Why You caught the Snitch with Your right hand


But


Ate with Your left.


Another funny look.


“I don’t know.”


By the time I was finished with my twisted version of


20 Questions (and trade-mark)


You had this smile on Your face.


I got so mad at You


(at myself)


for that damn smirk


I got up to leave.


I didn’t get far


You grabbed my arm and pulled me to You


“Draco,”


“Leave me alone Harry.”


No longer can I bring myself to call You Potter


(Unless in public or I am so angry I can’t see straight.)


You are no longer Potter.


You are Harry.


“No Draco. I have to tell You something.”


Even now I can still hear the Italicized and Pro-noun of Your

reference to Me.


“What?”


You smile again.


I jerk my hand away


Twisting my wrist in Your hand a breaking away easily,


Just like You taught me.


I move away again make for the door,


Escape


I feel so stupid


I should have stopped with


“Why do You eat all of the Berties Bott Beans even when You

know some taste bad?”


I hear You give a frustrated growl.


You get annoyed


So easily.


You turn me around quickly and press me against the wall,


“Let go Harry.”


“No.”


Defiantly spoken


Like that of a six-year-old.


Damn You.


And then suddenly You are there


Against me


Your lips on me.


On my lips.


Your tongue tracing my mouth


And I can’t think right


But I was right.


You taste of


Miracles


And


Christmas Morning.


And in that moment


I


Am


Happy.