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Title: A Different Game
Rating: PG
Word Count: 81
Disclaimer: Characters do not belong to me and are used as work of fiction. No money being made from this. No harm, no foul.




~*~

One hand reaching out then grasped by another.

Bodies slamming together, falling through rough canvas to the ground- warmer here without the wind but noisy from the crowd above.

Hands with supple fingertips and rough palms pulling at robes, at hair; a different prize.

A bewildered query, an incoherent response, a lusty truce.

Insistent tongues sliding against lips and into mouths, the frenzied clutching of hidden flesh.

A lifetime passes. Then—

A familiar voice asking who is holding what they seek.


~*~


Beautifully illustrated here by the amazing [livejournal.com profile] leochi

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Date: 2009-02-25 06:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] qumabh.livejournal.com
ooooohhh... I love this. I just remembered I have an H/D poem lying around somewhere too. I loved this line..."Hands with supple fingertips and rough palms pulling at robes, at hair; a different prize." Excellent imagery. And at Quidditch. lol. *squee*

~Mab

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Date: 2009-02-25 10:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] noeon.livejournal.com
You are an inspiration! I posted a little poem on [livejournal.com profile] harrydraco dedicated to you :)

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Date: 2009-02-26 04:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] enchanted-jae.livejournal.com
Wonderful! Have you posted this to [livejournal.com profile] poetic_hp?

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Date: 2009-04-11 05:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] leochi.livejournal.com
Oh, I think I missed the hand grasping the other - But you didn't ask for it, did you?

Beautiful poem! :D

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Date: 2009-11-21 10:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] brissygirl.livejournal.com
Wow! That was awesome darry, fantastic imagery.

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Date: 2011-05-06 06:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] herumtreiber.livejournal.com
This is very sensual. Touching, grasping, forgetting the crowd. Watching their Quidditch scenes in the movies, it seems that they aren't quite fighting for the Snitch, but to impress each other.

Your poem reflects this faithfully :)

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