i live?
Title: Beat
Pairing: H/D
Rating: G
Summary/Quote: Harry wishes on the sun.
‘Harry.’
‘Hm?’
‘I can’t hear your heart beating.’
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Harry wishes many times that he’s dead, and it’s strange to wish for the very thing that he fights, but he can’t help it.
Many times he wishes to fall, or to break, or to just suddenly stop breathing, and maybe it will all end along with his last gasp, the worry, the pain, the grief, the anticipation, the living.
Sometimes Harry wishes he were dead.
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Can’t you hear it, Draco? It’s beating so loudly.
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Draco doesn’t believe in wishing, or wishes, or hope, or that insane Divination professor. He believes in will, and choice, and fighting for what he believes in.
Draco likes the idea of fighting. It gives him this sense of pride, makes him feel like he has something to live for. But then every battle ends, someone wins and someone loses, and in the end it doesn’t really matter who does, because the fighting is over and it’s all Draco feels alive for.
Potter is an unending battle, and Draco could love him as much as he hates him for that.
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I can’t. I want to.
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When Harry isn’t wishing for ends, he wishes for beginnings.
He wishes for open eyes, bright eyes, wandering hands and awkward smiles. He wishes for clumsy remarks and rushes of blood, obtrusive, helpless laughter and a heart that beats too fast.
He wants beginnings of passion, of fire, like hot breaths and sweaty palms, desperation and frenzy all in a blur of a concrete initial.
He’d maybe like to feel love.
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Feel it, then.
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Draco doesn’t like anticipating stupid things that he knows will never happen.
He doesn’t like waiting, he hates waiting. He would rather start other things than to wait for impossible wishes, because Draco isn’t a fool and he knows what is meant for him and what is not.
What’re meant for him are sneers, battles, a burning mark, masks of death, a light that can never go beyond clouds.
What aren’t meant for him are blissful smiles and stolen kisses, walking along sun-tainted grounds and precious twinklings of time, and loving.
Draco knows what’s meant for him and what is not, but sometimes he can’t help considering what he wants.
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It’s beating really fast.
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Harry would wish on a star if there ever were one bright enough.
But he thinks that a wish as obscene and impossible as his would have to be fulfilled by a star that blinds him from this far away.
Harry wakes up before dawn and finds that he cannot sleep. He watches the sun rise, and it's such an absurd sentiment. Harry closes his eyes as the rays press violently against his eyelids.
Harry wishes on the sun.
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It always does when you’re around.
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Sometimes when Draco isn’t himself, he stops thinking about all that he believes in and wishes.
He wishes on fallen eyelashes, but sometimes it’s hard to because his eyelashes slip away too easily, and one time he thinks it’s flown away with half a wish.
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Don’t you feel so alive?
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Harry stops wishing one day and just does what he wants, what he thinks will make his wishes come true or fall crushed, either way he can’t stand the not knowing.
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I feel like I want to live.
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Draco kisses back, and the sun must have been brighter that day than all the other days.
~FIN~
UM. sorry.
Pairing: H/D
Rating: G
Summary/Quote: Harry wishes on the sun.
‘Harry.’
‘Hm?’
‘I can’t hear your heart beating.’
+
Harry wishes many times that he’s dead, and it’s strange to wish for the very thing that he fights, but he can’t help it.
Many times he wishes to fall, or to break, or to just suddenly stop breathing, and maybe it will all end along with his last gasp, the worry, the pain, the grief, the anticipation, the living.
Sometimes Harry wishes he were dead.
+
Can’t you hear it, Draco? It’s beating so loudly.
+
Draco doesn’t believe in wishing, or wishes, or hope, or that insane Divination professor. He believes in will, and choice, and fighting for what he believes in.
Draco likes the idea of fighting. It gives him this sense of pride, makes him feel like he has something to live for. But then every battle ends, someone wins and someone loses, and in the end it doesn’t really matter who does, because the fighting is over and it’s all Draco feels alive for.
Potter is an unending battle, and Draco could love him as much as he hates him for that.
+
I can’t. I want to.
+
When Harry isn’t wishing for ends, he wishes for beginnings.
He wishes for open eyes, bright eyes, wandering hands and awkward smiles. He wishes for clumsy remarks and rushes of blood, obtrusive, helpless laughter and a heart that beats too fast.
He wants beginnings of passion, of fire, like hot breaths and sweaty palms, desperation and frenzy all in a blur of a concrete initial.
He’d maybe like to feel love.
+
Feel it, then.
+
Draco doesn’t like anticipating stupid things that he knows will never happen.
He doesn’t like waiting, he hates waiting. He would rather start other things than to wait for impossible wishes, because Draco isn’t a fool and he knows what is meant for him and what is not.
What’re meant for him are sneers, battles, a burning mark, masks of death, a light that can never go beyond clouds.
What aren’t meant for him are blissful smiles and stolen kisses, walking along sun-tainted grounds and precious twinklings of time, and loving.
Draco knows what’s meant for him and what is not, but sometimes he can’t help considering what he wants.
+
It’s beating really fast.
+
Harry would wish on a star if there ever were one bright enough.
But he thinks that a wish as obscene and impossible as his would have to be fulfilled by a star that blinds him from this far away.
Harry wakes up before dawn and finds that he cannot sleep. He watches the sun rise, and it's such an absurd sentiment. Harry closes his eyes as the rays press violently against his eyelids.
Harry wishes on the sun.
+
It always does when you’re around.
+
Sometimes when Draco isn’t himself, he stops thinking about all that he believes in and wishes.
He wishes on fallen eyelashes, but sometimes it’s hard to because his eyelashes slip away too easily, and one time he thinks it’s flown away with half a wish.
+
Don’t you feel so alive?
+
Harry stops wishing one day and just does what he wants, what he thinks will make his wishes come true or fall crushed, either way he can’t stand the not knowing.
+
I feel like I want to live.
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Draco kisses back, and the sun must have been brighter that day than all the other days.
~FIN~
UM. sorry.