I Miss How...

I miss the way your cheeks would flush after a sound snogging.

I miss the pebbling of your nipples after I would bite them teasingly.

I miss how you would throw your head back in a mixture of pleasure and anguish when I would lick your navel.

I miss how your lips look stretched around my cock.

I miss how you would whimper when you felt my tongue probing your arsehole.

I miss how you would beg me to fuck you harder and faster.

I miss hearing you scream my name upon climax.

I miss seeing you in the hallway, blushing and ducking your head when you meet my eyes.

I miss hearing your meliflious laughter across the Great Hall.

I miss the way you would bite your bottom lip when concentrating hard in Potions.

I miss seeing your smile brighten a room.

I miss the way you would cuddle next to me after a shag.

I miss how you fit perfectly into my arms.

I miss hearing you whisper, \"I love you\" when you thought I had fallen asleep.

Laying here in my bed the morning after your funeral, I realize that I miss most of all not telling you how I loved you too.