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You must read the entire Talking In Circles series to get this.
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
But I never will.
I just know it.
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.
So now I have this obsession with Your mouth.
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,
"I hate cold eggs."
I should have stopped with the questions then.
I asked why You did certain things,
Why You caught the Snitch with Your right hand
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
for that damn smirk
I got up to leave.
I didn't get far
You grabbed my arm and pulled me to You
"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.
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,
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
You turn me around quickly and press me against the wall,
"Let go Harry."
Like that of a six-year-old.
And then suddenly You are there
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
And in that moment