Gabriel

Gabriel

You are my angel, my dragon, and my snake. I could only pull so hard before you broke. I could only rip them off so many times and it would not change anything.

I can fly. It would not be enough for me. I could fly like I did in fourth year but there would be no "dragon" for me. I could fly my Firebolt so high that vertigo would overtake my senses. I could fall and be flying at the same time. I did not want to fly with you gone. You made flying more interesting. You were so graceful on a broom while playing Quidditch. I wanted your wings because I had none.

You were the only light that stood out from the darkness. I required your light. We fit so well together, my dark features and your pale eyes. It was black and white. I wanted to rip off your wings. You were my Gabriel. You were the only one that could save me.

You had a power to strike me down with a look or a phrase. So many times you had ripped my own wings off and left me to die. I knew you were not a pure creature. Your looks were deceiving. I craved every word, breath, moan, and whisper I could drag from you. I listened so many times to the siren song that you sang for years. You keep putting me under this spell. I could fly but I would lose everything.

I can love. It would not be enough for me. Everyone loves me and I only love you. You don't love me, do you? I am sure you have emotions. Everyone has emotions or you end up a psychopath, just like that man you plan to follow. Of course, you have emotions you offered me death.

If I were on my own, could I ever be strong? I want to be independent. I need this, I tell myself. Have you ever realized that you have been there since the very start? You have always been there like an ache that won't go away! The sad thing is that I don't want you to go away. I don't want to part from this feeling.

Your paleness is disturbing. You were the light in Voldemort's rank of Death Eaters. I still want to rip off your wings. I felt blessed by Merlin when you came to me. You came to me and I accepted you. You were gone the next morning. Your kisses had tainted my skin. Your fingers stained me.

You found me in an empty room. I was sitting on the window ledge looking out the window, daydreaming. You said my name, but I didn't look at you. You slowly stepped closer to me as if you were measuring each step you took to come to me. Your silver eyes were half closed. I thought you were being seductive.

I hopped from my perch. You raised your hand to my face but you didn't touch me. I laid my cheek in your palm. You stroked my skin softly. You brought your lips to mine. I opened myself up to you. Soon we were naked; you were pressing kisses into my back. You entered me and owned me. You made me moan and beg.

When you climaxed, you were whispering against my neck. I had no idea what you said. After it was all over, we lay on the floor holding each other. I asked you if you loved me. You wrapped your arms around me and nodded.

I fell asleep with you beside me. I felt happy. I reached for you in the early morning hours and held you tight. I reached for you just before dawn and found you gone. Hermione came to tell me that you were missing. I knew where you were. You were trying to tell me last night.

I wanted to carry myself to where you were in the world. Were you far above me singing your song or were you below me cursing my name? You were so white and you fought for the wrong side. I was dark and pure. You were stained with blood and it ran down your hands onto me.

I can fly and it wouldn't be enough for you. I could fly to the heavens and see angels; it wouldn't bring you back. You made everything worth it. I didn't want to fly without you. It's a shame you're dead but you were a Death Eater.

You were my angel, Draco. You were my dragon, my snake and my angel. It was too bad I could only pull the wings off two of your forms.