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My love, my life| Harry Potter

By: malereader-inserts

1. Your Hands

They’re gentle, soft yet so rough at the same time.

When they gently caress my cheek before parting for the night, or how they feel just right when you slip your fingers in between mine. The way you lightly squeeze my fragile hand, especially when you can sense danger. The softness that came with a tight grip, afraid to let me go.

I feel safe when you hold my hand.

But, I can feel the rough outline, tracing words between my shoulder blade. Your hands felt scars, mine and yours. Those hands have seen blood, painted with bruises and cuts. The knuckles are seen often as black and blue, but you didn’t care because though you treated those hands with so little care, they worked wonders to care for me

Even in the cold, harsh winter nights, they felt warm. Even after our snowball fight, your hands off colour at the bite of bitterness, but they offer warmth when met with mine.

I miss your hand running through my hair.

I can feel the ghost trace of your heavy hand.

Oh Merlin, do I miss you.

2. Your Embrace

They differ all the time, the tight short ones to the long loose ones. I adore all, I may be a man who is oblivious to everything, but you always bring me back down to earth.

I enjoy the short hugs, the ones that are tight. Especially running to me when I came back out of the maze. A lost a friend that night, but your hugs were there to welcome me. I remember watching you shout my name and open your arms, wrapping me tightly before pulling away, examine me.

The worry and concern in your eyes always stuck with me, they always remind me to not do anything stupid.

Then, there was your long hugs, the embrace. How we danced all night at the Yule ball - it was never heard of that two young (and may I add dashing - more me, but you’re good looking too) boys escorting each other and out dancing everyone.

Especially when the slow song came on, I remember how we were confused who lead who, before you took the lead - fed up with my rosy cheeks, you grabbed me and held me close and tight. We danced the night away, I wouldn’t trade anything else.

I longed for your hugs, even now, but I can’t.

I have to look for the Horcruxes and you're miles away.

3. The Fine Line Between Stupidity and Bravery.

I know I’m not the one to talk.

But, you are a brave idiot Ravenclaw that I absolutely adore. I know that you prefer your smarts and creativity to bravery and chivalry, but you seem to forget that I haven’t met anyone as brave as you.

You risked your golden boy reputation in the fifth year, you stood up for me against Umbridge and even to Rita Skeeter in the fourth year. You were so brave when you fought by my side during the battle of the department of mysteries, by our friends' side during the invasion of death eaters in the sixth year.