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Leave A Tender Moment Alone	By : Spurge_Laurel Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 5908 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Say it.”

“Again?”

Daphne stared at Harry, and his incredibly viridescent eyes stared back. They lay on the bed, facing each other with less than a foot of distance between them. Her hands were clenched tight against her bosom, but if she reached even just a little bit she could wrap her cold fingers in his shirt.

It was the morning of a week day, he had work to get to and she had to give a lecture later she should have been preparing for. Instead they continued to lie in bed, incapable of breaking eye contact.

Daphne felt small under his gaze. Her request sounded childish even to her ears. But that didn’t make her wish to take it back. So, timidly, she said,“Unless. . . you don’t want to. . .?”

Her husband favoured her with a soft smile, the kind she now knew he reserved solely for her. One of his hands came up to brush a strand of black hair behind her ear and she couldn’t help but lean into his touch.

“Daphne, I’ll say it everyday until I die. If it could be every other sentence out of my mouth then it would be. I love you.”

Her heart skipped a beat. Such a strange sensation. She had never experienced anything like it before. All of a sudden she felt so energized, but she didn’t want to do anything other than continue to lie in bed with Harry, never breaking eye contact. Had his eyes always been so bright, his smile so inviting? Has she ever taken a real look at him before?

“Again.”

“I love you.”

Her chest felt painfully tight, and her eyes felt irritated. It was as if she was sick. But rather than being unpleasant, Daphne wanted to experience more. Something trailed down her cheek and she brushed it off with the tip of one slender finger, feeling wetness there. Was she crying?

She remembered her sister’s face when Astoria would cry as a little girl. Always whining about this thing or that, and throwing a tantrum when she didn’t get what she wanted. What an ugly picture she made, all red with streaks of tears and trails of snot. Was that what Daphne looked like right then?

She did her best to school her features, but her stomach was still tying itself into knots despite her best efforts.

“Again.”

“I love you, Daphne.”

She scooched a little closer. Close enough to be able to feel the heat of his breath against her skin. When his arms came up to wrap around her, she did not break out of his hold. There were more important things to do.

“Again.”

“Daphne Potter, I love you with all my heart.”

She shivered, but she didn’t feel cold. Still, she buried herself deeper into Harry’s embrace. Never one to reject her, Harry hugged her tighter, tilting his head up to press a kiss against her forehead. Her hands fisted in his sleep shirt, pulling the soft cotton so that it covered her face. For some reason, she felt flushed, her cheeks burning. She didn’t want him to see her like this, but she couldn’t explain why or what even caused her to be in that state in the first place.

Still, she was unsatisfied. Something within her, something greedy and gluttonous and lustful still yearned for more. Still hungered. Still ached. And she did ache. Daphne felt a trum through her whole body. A dull beat like every part of her body was screaming out. It was nearly unbearable, but she knew the cure.

“Again.”

Harry ran a hand through her hair, his gentle ministrations coaxing her out of her hiding. When she finally looked up at him, he immediately noticed her bloodshot eyes. He wiped her cheek with his thumb, rubbing a small circle beneath her eye with the digit.“I want to hear you say it,” he said.

“Once more.”

“Alright, once more. But then it’s your turn.”

“I promise.”

“I love you.”

She opened her mouth, but no sounds came out. Daphne felt like she was suffocating. Like all the air had left her lungs, and now she had forgotten how to breathe. Those few seconds stretched out into an eternity. She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t. Not with him staring into her soul, waiting for her to say it.

It was too much. Simply too much. She wasn’t ready. She wasn’t even sure. How could she know? What even was love? How did Harry know he loved her? What if he didn’t really love her? What if he only thought he loved her? Or was only saying it?

Her mouth felt dry. She closed it. Harry’s expression dimmed in disappointment.

“I—I. . . how do you know if you love someone?”

Her husband hummed in understanding. “The truth is,” he began slowly, “I’ve never known love. This is just my best guess.”

And that was just it, wasn’t it? That’s why they worked so well together. Why they just seemed to mesh, to click. Because they were both broken in their own ways, and they just happened to fit together like puzzle pieces in a jigsaw.

“Then. . . I think I love you, too.”
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