Author's Notes: First drabble ever! please be soft with me.
Thank you to my amazing beta hull1984 who was kind enough to look this over, give me corrections and ideas, and a little pep. This is for her by the way. It's my way to thank her for many years of friendship and laughs from her amazing writing.
The touch of your skin.
The soft caress of your lips against mine.
The little moan that escapes your mouth when I touch you in the right place.
I long for those nights when I hold you in my arms, watching you sleep, the rays of the moon lighting your beautiful soft hair, looking like it's burning.
I can recall every single freckle on your skin along with the taste of every single one of them.
I can remember the exact shade of blue of your eyes, that color of the ocean that i am so willing to get lost in.
I miss the scent of your skin, the smell of recently cut grass on an autumn morning mixed with something that is plain you.
I miss you dreadfuly, but until you come back... Bon Voyage!
"Draco, even if I am deeply touched by your letter, I'm only leaving for two days. Merlin, you're crazy!"
"As true as that might be, I felt that a little pressure was necessary to ensure your return. I'm a Malfoy, after all, I do not leave things to chance. Don't get so worked up Weasley, I do what I have to do to keep things the way i want them" said Draco nonchalantly, but with a strange glint in his eyes.
Like Ron would be fooled by that excuse. He knows better than to be tricked by something so shallow as typical Malfoy behavior, but if the blonde isn't going to start being honest with him about his feelings, other than in parchment, then Ron isn't going to start either.
Not today, anyway.
Ron stares for a minute into Draco's eyes, then plants a small kiss on the blonde's lips and says without thinking, "I'll miss you too, you git".
Or, maybe he will start today...