Draco closed the bedroom door softly behind him, shucking off his robes and tossing them onto the back of the chair as he turned to smile at the figure on the bed. The brunette stretched in his sleep, moonlight caressing his sun-tanned chest and highlighting his smooth muscles. Smiling, Draco sat on the edge of the mattress, bending to press a kiss to soft pink lips. Emerald green eyes fluttered open, still cloudy with sleep but glistening undeniably as they recognized the man before them.
"Draco," Harry whispered, smiling. Draco answered his greeting with another kiss, their lips moving together familiarly. Draco brushed his fingers along Harry's jaw, his other hand splayed across the man's chest. He trailed kisses down Harry's neck and nipped at his collar bone. Harry gasped and arched into him, his fingers threading their way into soft blonde hair. "Where've you been?"
"Had a hard time getting away," Draco mumbled between kisses. "But I'm here now. We're together again." Harry grinned and brought their mouths together again as he slid his hands beneath Draco's black t-shirt and began to lift it over his lover's head.
"I've missed you," he mumbled against the blonde's lips, running his hands over soft alabaster skin. Draco's beauty never ceased to amaze him, even after three and a half years. Draco groaned, crawling onto the bed and pinning Harry beneath him. His hands fought with his belt, desperately needing to feel Harry's body against his own.
Their bodies moved together with perfect, unforgotten grace. Breathless whispers and soft moans filled the air, dancing around them like fireflies lighting up the darkness.
"I love you," Harry whispered, his body beginning to shudder as he felt his release washing over him. Draco held him tighter, kissed him deeper, and whispered wholeheartedly the words Harry had been waiting to hear fall from those soft lips for nearly three months.
"I love you, Harry."
Sunlight streamed in through the curtains, giving an almost angelic glow to the pale skin and silky blonde hair of the man next to him. Harry smiled as he watched Draco sleep, reaching up to gently push back a strand of hair from his lover's eyes. The blonde stirred, pressing his cheek into Harry's palm. The former Gryffindor leaned forward, pressing a kiss to those perfect lips. A hand pressed to the back of his head held him in place as Draco kissed him back fervently.
"I thought you were asleep," Harry said, cuddling into Draco's arms and resting his head on the pale chest.
"I was," Draco replied. "But who could resist a wake-up call like that?" He grinned and traced intricate patterns over Harry's skin with his fingertips.
"How long are you here for?"
"Not long, I'm afraid. Voldemort knows there's a spy in his ranks, he just doesn't know who. He grows more suspicious every day."
"How long is not long?"
"I have to leave tonight."
Harry sat up, the happy glow of waking in Draco's arms gone at this solemn thought. "Tonight? It's been three months, Draco, and you're telling me I only get to see you for a day?"
"I'm sorry, Harry. We knew this would be hard from the start."
Harry nodded. "I know."
"You know I want to be here with you, but—"
"The Order needs a spy. I know. I just wish Remus could have picked someone other than my boyfriend for the job."
"That's what you get for dating a Death Eater, love." Draco sat up, standing and searching the floor for his trousers. "Speaking of Remus, I need to see him. I have news."
"Anything big?"
"Not really. Just the usual updates—Voldemort's starting to make major headway with the vampire clans in Transylvania. If the Order even dreams of matching him when it comes down to a battle, we'll need to be finding some inhuman allies." He pulled his t-shirt over his head and fastened his belt.
"You won't be gone too long, will you?" Harry pouted.
Draco smiled. It was impossible to resist Harry when he pouted. It was Draco's biggest weakness, and his green-eyed lover knew it.
"I'll be back as soon as I can," Draco promised, pressing a kiss to Harry's forehead and picking up his wand from the bedside table. "I love you."
"I love you, too."
Draco was greeted with a warm hug from Nymphadora when he arrived at the Lupin home. He grinned and held her tight.
"Good to see you, Dora," he said. "How're things?"
"Brilliant," she replied, cheerful as ever. "We wondered if you'd be stopping by soon."
"Is Remus here?"
She nodded. "In the study."
Remus pulled Draco into a hug as well, though not as strong of one as his wife. He was looking rather frail. Then again, the full moon was due in a few days time. It seemed Remus was already dreading the transformation.
"What news do you have for us?" he asked, offering Draco a chair.
"Not much, I'm afraid," the blonde replied, sitting down. "But there's been word on Voldemort's negotiations with the vampires. From what we've heard, they'll be proclaiming their allegiance within the month."
"That's not good. Not good at all. Any estimation of numbers?"
"We're looking at about 200 strong, more if he can seal the deal with Croatia."
"It's worse than I thought, then. Any word from the giants?"
"No. They're proving to be as difficult for the Dark Lord as they were for Dumbledore. They've no interest in this war, which I suppose could be a good thing. At least we know they won't side with the enemy. How's it coming with the werewolves?"
"Not well. They're far too wild. They won't listen to me, and even if they would, I'm not sure I'd trust them. I've heard from a few in Scotland that Greyback has been paying regular visits."
"If he is, it's news to me. But I wouldn't be surprised. He's always trying to get into Voldemort's good graces."
"Does anyone suspect you?"
"Not that I've noticed. Voldemort's starting to get worried, though. He knows there's someone slipping his plans to the Order. He just doesn't know who."
"Let's keep it that way, for all our sakes."
"Amen."
Draco spent the remainder of the afternoon at Grimmuald, where Harry refused to let him out of his sight. They sat together in the sitting room, Harry lying across the sofa with his head in Draco's lap. Their fingers were intertwined, resting on Harry's chest.
"I don't want you to go," Harry whispered, snuggling into Draco's embrace.
"I don't want to leave," Draco replied, brushing the hair away from his lover's eyes. He brought the back of Harry's hand to his lips, pressing the brunette's palm to his cheek. Harry sat up, scooting nearly into Draco's lap and wrapping his arms around the blonde's neck. He buried his face in Draco's chest, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. Draco smiled and hugged Harry close. His eye caught movement at the door and he looked into the smiling face of Hermione. She waved to him, and he winked back, before she disappeared down the hall.
"When will you be back?" Harry asked, sounding almost fearful of the answer. Draco sighed.
"I don't know. The opportunities are growing fewer and fewer. There's no telling when I'll be able to get away." Draco brushed a hand across Harry's cheek, looking into his eyes. "I swear to you, I'll be back as soon as I can. You are my life, Harry James Potter. I love you."
Author Note:
So, first chapter is up and running. What do we think so far?
I've had this idea bouncing around in my head for a while, and since I seem to be stuck on my WIP "Choices" once again, I thought I might as well humour the plot bunny nesting at the back of my mind. Alright, alright. Yes, it's another distraction piece. Give me a break! ; ) Love you all.
~Cara