1000 Kisses: A Quick Kiss on the Beach

by MzElektra

DRABBLE - Life is made up of millions of moments. Relationships are made up of thousands of kisses. Each one is its own story. (This is an ongoing series of vignettes of Harry & Draco's relationship. In no particular order. Think of the numbers as the order they're recalled in by them, but I'm relating them as I choose.) Inspired by the poem 'Out of Catullus' by Richard Crashaw

There is a constellation of light brown freckles on the back of Draco's left knee. Harry discovers it on the beach in Greece, whilst rubbing sun lotion into his white skin.

He traces it with the tip of his finger. "How have I never seen this before?"

"You have. That morning the Cannons won the Cup?"

Harry squints in the golden sunlight, remembering. Chudley won the cup. Draco said, "I love you, Harry."

"'Spose I had other things on my mind."

"I suppose you did."

Draco smiles sleepily. Harry presses his lips to the little stars, tasting coconut and infinity.