ϟ Yer a Wizard, Harry

The moist heat of his breath against her lips was electric and she could feel it all over her body, that physical bliss reaching a climax. Her being was melting away, blazing fireworks of the most beautiful colors brightening up the darkness of the room. She gasped for air, but her body wasn’t responding to her mind. As her head fell back in pleasure, digging her fingernails into his shoulder blade, a loud moan was the only sound she could make to express all the euphoria she was experiencing.

Several minutes passed, but she didn’t move. No, she wouldn’t dare to be the one breaking that magnificent moment. Pressing her lips to his one more time, she breathed in their mingled scents, tightening her grip on him. Her hand came to rest over his chest and she glanced up at his face and smiled.

As long as her heart was beating, the blood rushed through her veins, and there was color on her skin. As long as she breathed and her eyes shone, she would always be his. Leaning down, she kissed him tenderly, an unspoken promise on her lips.

Was love written in the stars? That was something she would never know. Cosmic connections and fairy tales were childish dreams, such things didn’t exist. But he was real, and everything they felt was real. And if she had to wait a lifetime for them to get their happy ending, she would wait. No matter the time or the distance, she would always wait for him.

When he felt her succumb to glorious abandon, he took hold of her euphoria, combining it with his own to catapult into pure, blissful sensation… of a sort he never felt before and would die if he never felt again.

“I love you,” he repeated with bated breath, with all the feeling within him as they fell off the precipice together. “Merlin, Pansy, I love you.”

As his heart beat settled and the girl atop him gave him a witchy smile filled with unspoken promises, he smiled crookedly back at her.

Harry didn’t know what his future had to offer, but he was was bloody well going to make sure that she was going to be part of his.

(Source: pansydaenerysparkinson)