A/N: For Laisvega, who requested a drabble based on drarrymylove . tumblr post/160168575378/laisvega-drarrymylove-imagine-with-me-if-you
Looking
Draco finished revising his Charms essay for the fourth time.
He sighed inwardly, and tapped the parchment with the tip of his wand to make sure the ink was completely dry. It was getting late, but he didn't want to leave just yet. He knew without looking around the eighth year common room, that it was nearly empty. The squashy couches and stuffed chairs were bereft of the usual students, except for the few who had fallen asleep on the cushions, drooling on their homework. Draco glanced at Harry again - he was leaning over his Defense text with a furrowed brow - then quickly flicked his eyes to the other table nearest to them, which had been unoccupied for the past hour.
He tucked his wand away, and slowly rolled up his essay, setting it aside. He flipped to the next chapter in his Charms book, and turned his attention to the text on the page. Draco reread the first paragraph twice, and missed the way Harry quietly fidgeted and leaned a little closer to his side.
After the fourth read through, he gave up the textbook as a bad job. Draco stealthily peeked at Harry again. Harry was wearing Draco's favorite shirt, the black one that looked as soft as velvet and stretched across his chest and shoulders in the most delicious way. Draco thought it was far more interesting to look at, rather than the open book in front of him. It seemed like Harry wore this shirt more often, after Pansy let it slip a month ago that Draco favored it. She heard it from Hermione, who Draco had a stern talking to later about spilling his secrets to anyone who was willing to listen.
As much as he disliked it, Draco drew his attention away from Harry again, and told himself to he had to get a hold of himself. Draco missed the way Harry flicked his dark fringe out of his face and peered at Draco.
Harry watched Draco chew on the inside of his cheek as his grey eyes flitted across the text. He had no idea how Draco could concentrate anymore at this time of night, and he sort of wanted to go to bed. He had been trying to subtly find out of Draco was interested in him for weeks now, and Harry was at the end of his broom now. Harry reckoned he could just tell Draco he fancied him, and deal with the consequences. He bit his lip, thinking he hadn't imagined the way Draco's gaze lingered on him longer than usual - thinking that he liked the way Draco looked at him. It wasn't full of blind adoration or celebrity worship. It made him forget how to breathe, filling him inside and out with unsaid promises.
Harry smirked.
He leaned backwards into the back of the chair, stretching his arms above his head and rolled his shoulders. Harry's spine cracked with a few quick pops. He didn't stop the tiny moan that passed through his lips, followed by the last of his breath as a single, intense sigh.
A sigh that was so deep and suggestively low that Draco can't help but snap up to look at Harry. Draco's skin was hot from his pink cheeks down to his toes. He still felt the vibrations in his bones. Draco's mouth watered at the way Harry looked back at him, with a satisfied smirk on his face.
Oh, yes. Harry definitely liked the way Draco looked at him.