Disclaimer: I don't own anything in the Potterverse. Unfortunately it all belongs to the talented JKR. Written for my darling friend. Happy Birthday lovie!
Martin's Birthday words - wellies, sanctuary, redemption
Standing in the rain, trying to make his feet carry him to what he hoped was sanctuary, Draco wiped his hair from his eyes. His white shirt now see through and clinging to him, unbuttoned enough to show an almost perfect alabaster chest, marred only by a long jagged scar. A scar that in his mind marked him as owned by the man he hopes to seek redemption from. The same man who has haunted his dreams since he knew what being attracted to someone meant. His dark coat hung off his shoulders making him look innocent and vulnerable.
Harry stood by his window watching and waiting. He wondered what exactly Malfoy wanted. Why was he outside his home? How did he know where to find him? Knowing he wasn't going to get his answers by just watching, Harry huffily donned his wellies and slicker and opened the front door.
"Just going to stand there?" Harry barked at the other man. With a start Draco jumped and noticed the man of his dreams standing on his porch waiting for him to enter his home. Draco humbly lowered both his face and his eyes and walked to the path. As he started to walk by Harry, the other man gently took his forearm with one hand and lifted his chin with the other. "Towels are in the upstairs cupboard. Why don't you go dry off and then we'll talk over some nice hot chocolate?" Stunned, Draco nodded and headed upstairs.
While drying his face he looked in the mirror and briefly smiled. 'Here goes nothing,' he thought to himself. 'Hopefully a new beginning and a brighter future.'
