azurelunatic | (no subject)

Reading fic again: Hermione/Draco does some strange, strange things to me. I see myself in Hermione, of course, and Darkside in Draco. Don't we all? UST, forbidden love, exhaustion, dehydration, and LJ deprivation. I'm depraved on account of I'm deprived?

I love DArkside. I really do. I think he's a bumbling obsessive prat, and I love him. He can't hide things from me very well now. Nor can I hide things from him. The other day I started a landslide of true confession, and we're not holding very much back at all, when it comes to truth.

I'll just not touch him, is all. I'll only dream of kisses, get hugs elsewhere, push his hand away if it gets close to me. If he wants to be only friends, and wishes me to think of him as only friends, then by damn I'll put him on the correct side of the "oh gods I want to fuck you but we're only friends" barrier, which I've been melting down of late.

He loves my roommate. She's moved on, changed image: sweet and tough, not tough and evil.

I don't give a fuck if he's my soulmate. He's just my best friend.