Beta: None. Mistakes and mispellings are all mine.
Warnings: a wee bit of angst, established relationship, strong suggestion
Summary: She wants nothing more than never let him go.
Words Count: 198
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K. Rowling, various publishers, including but not limited to Bloomsbury Publishing Plc. and Scholastic Inc., and Warner Bros. Entertainment Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. This story is a work of fiction. Names, places and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.
A/N: Written for Fairy’s (aka scarletladyy) birthday. I’m terrible late due to a writer’s block. I’m sorry for that.
Dedication: Fairy, I hope you enjoy this little drabble as much as enjoyed writing it. Love, dear and happy belated birthday.
His strong arms around her waist. His thick hair between her fingers. His soft, warm lips kissing every inch of hot skin they could reach. His tongue tracing the softness of her jaw and neck. His manly body pinning her down against the mattress—not that she’d rather be anywhere else. His in and out movements—a little rough, but she liked it rough—driving her closer to the edge.
She watched his face in awe as he came inside her, wondering if that man could be more gorgeous. The man she’d once pointed out at in the Great Hall, fear making her lose her mind. The man that had so kindly forgiven her, a forgiveness she wasn’t sure she deserved.
“I love you”, he whispered weakly in her ear as he collapsed on top of her, trembling.
She scratched her nails at his back softly just before holding him tight, wanting nothing more than never let go, and kissing his head.
“Thank you”, she whispered against his dark locks. “I love you, too, Harry”. I love you so much. She completed to herself, leaving it unspoken. She couldn’t risk sounding too needy. For him, she had to be strong.