disclaimer: I dont and never will own Harry Potter. Just Having fun
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Sleeping Snakes
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He stares at her in the middle of night. She's creped in from beneath the bedroom door to coil atop his belly. Sleeping peacefully she hisses in her sleep when an obscuring arm wraps around his waist. She doesn't bite the pale skin that settles next to her, adding the extra warmth.
She says it's only because the heat makes her happy, makes her shine with beauty in the mornings. He knows she would never admit that in their years together she has become fond of the 'blond persistent one'.
The one she claims possess the most sense in their household and always admires her beauty. Even if the 'moon colored fool' keeps her out while they are 'mating'.
Right now, she gleams in the candlelight that warms the room. Its small flame too much in the summer heat beneath the gaining moon. Blues and black, with green eyes closed in rest at the moment. She shines like treasure, looking still and innocent.
One bite would be the death of him, of his lover, of his children.
But she would never do so, not when this has become 'her nest' in the years they've been together.
He stares at her and smiles when sleepy eyes order him to bed.
'Your thoughts are too loud.' She hisses and curls around blond arm hooked to his waist sleep.
He knows, right now, she is the best friend he'll ever have. Not in the way Hedwig was. No, the snowy owl will never be re-placed and always missed but she was something new and old in one hit. Hedwig would always be there, inside his heart, soaring through those early memoires. He liked to think, though he'd never tell her, that sometimes she was Hedwig reincarnated.
The way she nipped at his ear and fingertips always brought back memories.
He turns his head over and sees Draco's sleep smile, the smile he owns these days.
"Go back to sleep Harry, you can think when the sun's risen." With that those silver-blue orbs are closed and dreaming again.
He smiles and wraps his fingers around Draco's arm. His hands meeting cool scales and warm flesh with every rising breath and dines to dream of them and their 'nest'.
Cp. 8:44PM Wen 08/13/08 'Anything But Ordinary, Complicated, & I'm With You' Avril Lavigne fine, writing this short fic, reading Ligtening Waves pt2 end ch29, she's good this fic gets me hard (Typed, House)