For the Prompt of the Day on TGS ("You're simply the best! I love you.")
Beauxbatons, Barbegazi
Word Count: 542
He's waited all day for this. All day, he's had no choice but to be around other people. Admittedly, it isn't too bad. After all, people adore him. They tell him how wonderful he is, and Gilderoy never gets tired of hearing them pile on the praises.
But now he is alone with his true love, and that's all that matters.
"It's been a day. So many autographs to sign. I'm afraid my hand is still cramped," he says, holding up his hand for emphasis. "Oh, they love me so dearly."
His beloved doesn't respond, no doubt jealous. Gilderoy sighs. His true love doesn't need to fret. After all, there is only one person he cares for, only one person he cherishes above all else.
He summons a bottle of wine and pours himself a glass, his love doing the same. "Hard day for you too?" he chuckles, as the two of them sip their wine in silence. "I do wish you would talk."
No answer. Then again, there never is. Maybe he doesn't mind. After all, he spends his days being adored. It's only right that he take the time to offer the admiration instead.
He smiles, and his beloved does the same. Gilderoy feels his heart flutter. That smile is so gorgeous. Such beautiful teeth, straight as an arrow and white as freshly fallen snow. It's the type of smile that poets write epics about. A smile that could melt even the coldest heart. Gilderoy is blessed, really. He gets to enjoy that smile all the time.
"You are quite exquisite," Gilderoy says, moving around and admiring his darling from all angles. "I'm lucky to have something so perfect in my life."
His love blushes. Gilderoy laughs, positively giddy by how beautifully that subtle stain of rose paints the perfect man's cheeks. Some people look so hideous when they blush. Their cheeks become red and splotchy, almost like they've had an allergic reaction to something. But not his love. No. He is a modern Adonis, and that blush only makes him more desirable.
"Don't look so surprised, darling," Gilderoy says, smiling appreciatively at the man. "You know you're perfect. See? You're grinning because you know it's true."
Gilderoy finishes his wine just as his love does. They set their glasses aside. Emboldened by the wine, Gilderoy steps closer. He wants to touch his love so badly, to kiss him and hold him close. But he controls himself.
"You are simply the best!" Gilderoy declares. "I love you."
His love doesn't say it back, but he's able to see those perfect lips mouth the words silently. It thrills him more than anything else ever could.
"I really shouldn't do this," he says, closing the distance between them at last. "After all, you are so pure. I'm afraid that my lips might tarnish your perfect image."
He can't resist it anymore. He's tired of just looking. His beloved is there, and Gilderoy needs to touch him.
Abandoning all else, Gilderoy leans in, hands splayed against the cold glass, his lips pressed against his reflections. There will be smudges on the mirror that he'll have to clean later, but he doesn't mind. He has what he wants, and that's all he cares about.
"I wish I wasn't such a narcissist.
I wish I didn't really kiss the mirror when I'm on my own."
-Marina and the Diamonds "Teen Idle"