#drarrymicroficprompts

For the @drarrymicrofic prompt: shattered. Again thanks to @phoebe-delia for the amazing first person advice, you can find their post on how to write in first person here

When you ask me if I have fallen out of love with you

I say no,

I say of course not,

because how could I have fallen out of love with you when I still find your hairs between the pages of my poetry, your fingertips in the dust of my window frame.

You are everything wild and breakable,

When Harry shoves in closer to Draco he freezes for a second, the air in his lungs turning to ice. After five years he still smells bitter like cedar, and spicy like smoke. Harry coughs a little, shifts back, puts space between them. He’d forgotten that being with Draco feels like standing on a precipice, victim to the strong winds. 

“What is it Harry? I thought you’d be happy to see me.” Draco asks, his voice soft. 

Before Harry can stop himself his gaze flicks upwards to meet grey eyes, red rimmed and desperate.