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It had been a while since he last saw him and Draco didn't know whether he looked worse or better. He noticed he looked thinner than usual, and that was saying a lot, considering that boy was already too skinny to begin with. But, Draco noted, he did seem happier than all the five years and more that he has known him. He was smiling too brightly, laughing too loudly, for even one as daft as Greg not to notice.
But one thing Draco did notice not many others noticed was that since he returned, he has been looking at Draco more often than not. In fact, Draco thought, only that Weasley and Granger of his seemed to notice, if he noticed correctly. Because only the two of them seemed to notice their friend's constant glances enough to glance between him and Draco with a curious look or raised eyebrows.
But he also noticed that he only notices all this because he has been watching the boy constantly himself.
Draco wasn't denying it. He was a very perceptive boy.
Then one rainy Sunday evening, as Draco sat down for dinner with Zabini and Parkinson, he notices that that boy wasn't around. He hadn't seen him the whole day. And he noticed, it seemed that Granger and Weasley hadn't either, if their worried glances at the great double doors were any clue.
He dishes out his dinner anyway and began to eat and make idle chat. But he notices as the Great Hall doors swing open and he notices as an overly-familiar boy walked in dripping wet and seemingly unconcerned about it. And he notices that the boy, instead of walking towards his table at the other end of the hall, the boy walks towards him. And he also notices that lots of other people start noticing too. But the boy either doesn't notice or doesn't care and was still walking determinedly in his direction.
But he ceased all noticing as those green eyes he noticed sparkled whether in the sun or from the moon and stars got so close he almost went cross-eyed and those lips he noticed that were always kept moist from a flicking tongue came crashing down upon his.
Then all at once he started noticing again. Of how soft those dry lips actually were and how warm and moist that tongue, tasting of rain, was and how the hot breath on his face made him shiver and the cool skin upon his made him so hot when it all stopped and the other boy pulled back.
"Harry…" Draco rasped out.
"I've been noticing you." The boy whispered back.
Draco smirked and noticed a slight, almost non-existent shiver course through the other boy. "And I've noticed you."
And they kissed and did not notice anything else.
A/N: Set after Harry defeats Voldemort (around Christmas time) and had spent the past two months in St. Mungos recovering from minor wounds and injuries. 6th year.
Mindless, yes, but I wrote this around midnight. Just flowed. Rubbish, really. I named the fic only after I finished it, and you can see why and how. I just couldn't find another word to use. But I feel it came out ok.