Disclaimer: I totally don't own this series, haha. If I did, oh boy, lets just say the ending woulda been a whole lotta different :p
Anyways, other than that, please enjoy!
So Far Away
Draco lies beside him on the queen sized bed. Harry can see his naked shoulders and hear the quiet, even breathing, but he knows he is still awake. It always took a while for Draco to fall asleep, and Harry always assumed it was because he wasn't trusted.
They never talk during these afterwards. They tiredly lie down on the bed, panting, trying to be 'normal' again. The first few times Harry went home after hurriedly getting dressed, not sure what else to do with himself. The fifth time though, Draco had said "You can stay," after having looked at him, pondering, deciding if he was worth it or not.
But Draco never talk afterwards, he never touches. He turns away, exposing his pale back, and stares into nothing. Or glare. He probably does glare.
It doesn't stop Harry from just trying though, and he often does wrap an arm around the other, or peck his shoulder, or just let his fingers trail over that exposed skin. But still, Draco will not talk.
Somehow, it hurts more than all the words he could have said.
End
First fanfic ever! :) So first - thanks bunches for reading it! *squeal* And please tell me how I did, if you got the time, even if it was a catastrophe! :)