I'm in Malfoy's bedroom.

I'm in Malfoy's bedroom because I had to speak to him about the Malfoy library- he wanted to donate to Hogwarts- but his house elf got me here and his house- manor- is so much better than it was the last time I visited- was abducted.

I'm in the doorway and he's shirtless, back to me, painting. On a huge canvas. He's painting a boy up close, just his face and hair and neck and naked torso. The boy's smiling and slowly, I realize he's got green eyes much more beautiful than mine, black hair more messy but somehow prettier than mine, and my scar. He's not wearing my glasses. And he's naked, and he has my moles and scars exactly.

Malfoy's singing while he's painting me.

And I can't watch this anymore, because I register his curves and the arch of his back and his everywhere hair and his radiant happiness and his singing voice and I want to throw myself at him. he's painting a naked me, does that mean anything?

'Malfoy…' and he's so startled and panicked he charms the canvas and tries to walk over to me but trips and somehow lands right in front of me, still shirtless, out of breath and panicked.

He's trying to get back up, he picks himself till his knees at least and then just stops.

And I say his name again.

His mouth falls open.

He's breathing harder than I am.

And he gets up in one fluid, fast go.

And he looks at me in the eyes with his piercing grey and the grey softens and he starts tugging at my shirt.

He grabs the collars first, pulls me to him and stares at me. Not letting go. His hands move lower till they're at my stomach, and he pulls at me. Again. He takes my glasses off.

'How well can you see me?'

'Well enough.'

He tosses my glasses onto his bed and snakes his hands on my back. He raises his head and softly kisses my eyelids- my fluttering eyelids.

'You look younger.' His voice is broken and heavier and he's whispering all his secrets into my ears while I move the stars to make him happy.

He moves back an inch or so, studies me and says, 'I still like you.'

I think I nod, but I'm too dazed to tell.

'Say something.'

If I try hard enough, I can feel his aquiver voice on my fingertips. They're on his face, drawing along his curves and edges and pulling him in.

'Malfoy,' and I say it like it's forbidden. My lips close too suddenly, then part for a gulp of air. Everything we're saying is whispered right now, though it doesn't need to be. Draco and I at Hogwarts were a secret, that was something stolen, hidden away in whispers and letters and sideway glances. It's been years.

He still does the same things to me.

'Remember how I said we'd get our time someday?'

I can barely nod.

'it's someday, Harry.'

I lean into his mouth and brush my lips against his, checking.

His pale, firm lips.

I lick along mine and look at his eyes. he's looking down at our clasped hands. I touch his jaw and he looks back at me and I lean in again, and kiss his bottom lip. Gently. He lets out a breath and I'm breathing him in and I kiss him and that word itself raises down the heavens on us- he's moving against my chest, I'm keeping him gripped to me while taking in all I can with my lips and my tongue and I want to dissolve against this boy like I'd done so many times before, so many lifetimes before.

He reach for my waist – the hem of my shirt- and tugs it up all too fast, and I have to wait till the fabric's off my body till I grasp his hands. He's staring at me hungrily again and I want to sink I the storms of his eyes.

'Draco? Do you still love me?' he holds my hands in return, kissing my knuckles. he traces his sectumsempra scars with my fingers and whispers, 'I don't think I could've stopped.'