I Love You
By A Typical Snarry Fan
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: In how many ways does Harry love Severus?
Rating: R
I love you. I love how you kiss me when you think I'm asleep. I love how when we made love, you were oh so gentle. I love your possessiveness. I love how you smile when I tell you a joke. It's not a smile, you say, but I don't believe you and you know.
I love how your name rolls off your beautiful tongue and into my ears. I love how you are risking your job, your life and yourself, only for me.
You know I love you and that's true too. I love how you never tell me that you love me, but your eyes show love. I love how you hold me at night. I love how you read me stories, even if they are from you old textbooks. I love your eyes---the way the show all your emotion when you are around me. I love you so.
I love your soft kisses. I love your alcoholism. I love you. I love how you call me 'sentimental' but I know you love me for it. I love your little games---the way you make me cry with your sliver tongue, then tell me you are sorry. I know you are. I love you for that. I love you and only you. I love how you yell and scream when you see me with other people, even though we are just friends. I love you. I love you for every action, every emotion, and I love you for you.
I love your hair. I love how it shines when you allow me to wash it. I love you slightly yellow teeth. I love how you like when I run my tongue against them. I love your broad shoulders. I love to cling to them as you pound into me. I love you. I love your warm, black cloaks. I love how they keep me warm when I talk you into going for a walk. I love you.
I love how you are always dominant. I love receiving, never giving. I love that, you know. I love how you're always so big. I love it when you prepare me, even when it is unnecessary. I love how you bite my shoulder, always so soft.
I love you fingers-I love how long they are. I love how they wind themselves in my unruly hair. I love how you stoke my cheek, wiping the tears that fell when so many died-but not our love.
I love you and I love everything that has to do with you.
I love waiting while He calls you, waiting in our chair that holds so many memories-mostly lovely ones. I love giving you a Pepper-up Potions and some pain relievers when you come back. I love rubbing your back softly when you faint from exhaustion.
I love it when you wake up in the morning, thanking me, but not in words, but in actions. You would look up and tell me that you didn't need a baby- sitter. I know you love it. And I love you for it too.
I love it when you let me hold you hand. It only happens every once and awhile, but I love you anyway.
'Harry?'
It's you.
'Yes Sev?'
I can see you smile at your nickname-only I can call you that.
'What are you thinking about?'
I smile. 'One guess.'
His eyes show mirth. 'Hmm, would it be something sentimental?'
I love how you know what I am thinking.
I nod.
You open you arms, just like I love them. I crawl into your arms, waiting to hear you breathe in my ear. I love you.
'Harry, I don't deserve you.' You say in my hair.
We've gone through this one million times.
'Maybe,' I whisper, 'I don't deserve you.'
You sigh and you pick me up and carry me to bed. God, I love you for that.
You are sleeping, or so I thought. 'I love you no matter what, Sev. I only wish you would tell me so.'
Closing my eyes, ready to sleep, I hear a faint, 'I love you too.'
And I smile, for I am happy, maybe the happiest man on Earth.
I love you.
Fin
By A Typical Snarry Fan
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: In how many ways does Harry love Severus?
Rating: R
I love you. I love how you kiss me when you think I'm asleep. I love how when we made love, you were oh so gentle. I love your possessiveness. I love how you smile when I tell you a joke. It's not a smile, you say, but I don't believe you and you know.
I love how your name rolls off your beautiful tongue and into my ears. I love how you are risking your job, your life and yourself, only for me.
You know I love you and that's true too. I love how you never tell me that you love me, but your eyes show love. I love how you hold me at night. I love how you read me stories, even if they are from you old textbooks. I love your eyes---the way the show all your emotion when you are around me. I love you so.
I love your soft kisses. I love your alcoholism. I love you. I love how you call me 'sentimental' but I know you love me for it. I love your little games---the way you make me cry with your sliver tongue, then tell me you are sorry. I know you are. I love you for that. I love you and only you. I love how you yell and scream when you see me with other people, even though we are just friends. I love you. I love you for every action, every emotion, and I love you for you.
I love your hair. I love how it shines when you allow me to wash it. I love you slightly yellow teeth. I love how you like when I run my tongue against them. I love your broad shoulders. I love to cling to them as you pound into me. I love you. I love your warm, black cloaks. I love how they keep me warm when I talk you into going for a walk. I love you.
I love how you are always dominant. I love receiving, never giving. I love that, you know. I love how you're always so big. I love it when you prepare me, even when it is unnecessary. I love how you bite my shoulder, always so soft.
I love you fingers-I love how long they are. I love how they wind themselves in my unruly hair. I love how you stoke my cheek, wiping the tears that fell when so many died-but not our love.
I love you and I love everything that has to do with you.
I love waiting while He calls you, waiting in our chair that holds so many memories-mostly lovely ones. I love giving you a Pepper-up Potions and some pain relievers when you come back. I love rubbing your back softly when you faint from exhaustion.
I love it when you wake up in the morning, thanking me, but not in words, but in actions. You would look up and tell me that you didn't need a baby- sitter. I know you love it. And I love you for it too.
I love it when you let me hold you hand. It only happens every once and awhile, but I love you anyway.
'Harry?'
It's you.
'Yes Sev?'
I can see you smile at your nickname-only I can call you that.
'What are you thinking about?'
I smile. 'One guess.'
His eyes show mirth. 'Hmm, would it be something sentimental?'
I love how you know what I am thinking.
I nod.
You open you arms, just like I love them. I crawl into your arms, waiting to hear you breathe in my ear. I love you.
'Harry, I don't deserve you.' You say in my hair.
We've gone through this one million times.
'Maybe,' I whisper, 'I don't deserve you.'
You sigh and you pick me up and carry me to bed. God, I love you for that.
You are sleeping, or so I thought. 'I love you no matter what, Sev. I only wish you would tell me so.'
Closing my eyes, ready to sleep, I hear a faint, 'I love you too.'
And I smile, for I am happy, maybe the happiest man on Earth.
I love you.
Fin