sweet, frosted lips

While walking through the corridor at night, with the moon-light reflecting off my glasses, I never realized how numb my mind is. I am utterly broken, and whenever I try to mend, whenever I try to love or feel anything, I am robbed of any luck.

"Potter, out for a stroll? What a wonderful surprise." A voice echoed around in the quiet, the voice soothing and filled with a bittersweet charm.

"Draco, I can't play any of your games right now," I huffed with a defeated sigh, knowing this might be my last glimpse of help. The tremble in my stomach is too much, like a balloon reaching for the sky; it hurts.

"A-are you alright? Pot-Harry, listen to me." Draco announced rather loudly, while briskly walking after me as I tried to escape any sight of affection.

He caught up to me right as I turned the corner, passing a painting that snored with a hiccup at the end. With a tug of my wrist, his nails digging into a recent trench that I created in my skin, I stumbled into his chest.

"Talk to me, and do not leave." The soft whisper bounced around on Draco's sweet lips, filling the gap in between him and I. His hands held my shoulders while I clutched my hands at my chest, my fingers slightly grazing his chest.

"Okay," I whispered.

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sweet, frosted lips. harry and draco. hurting and healing. trust. fear. reckless laughs. churning stomachs. flushed cheeks. trembling hands. bitter cold. numb minds. change. silence. serenity. magic formed from love. the world that spins in clumsy hands. this is my book.

All credits go to the author of the Harry Potter franchise, J.K. Rowling.