This is my first drabble. It's exactly 100 words - which was surprisingly difficult. Reviews would be appreciated.
"Look, but never touch." That was Draco's rule. Not that he had said this – not that he ever said anything at all. Still, Harry understood.
Draco never arrived; he appeared.
Each visit was identical. They would sit in Harry's kitchen, silently staring at one another. At some point, Harry would make tea, though he had long since noticed that Draco never touched it.
Harry had questions for Draco, but when he opened his mouth, he always found himself speaking to an empty room; the blonde would vanish and the tea would be cold.
Perhaps some mysteries were better left undiscovered.