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Summary-Post DH, Draco/Harry, rated T for now. Draco and Harry are having an extramarital affair with each other, but theres still a gap that neither can cross.

Author's Note: This will be a series of drabbles, I suppose, nothing too long, no chapters really. This is my first time with Draco/Harry but so far it's been fun! Thanks in advance for reviews!

"It's only temporary."

"It's always 'only temporary'", Draco snarled across the bed at Harry from his perch at the side of it. He was biting his cheek in aguish from holding his rising rage in. Draco was hunched over slightly, arms crossed on his legs, his bare feet sunk deep into the charcoal colored rug that was placed at the right side of their bed, the side where Draco slept the nights when they had their secret meetings in the dark, full of whispered words and soft touches. Too often, it seemed, he slept there alone. Harry was in front of the dresser, hastily running a comb through his hair to no avail.

"You know I have Auror work, I'm always on call-"

"Which is obviously the problem." Draco spat at him

"And then there's-" Harry faltered, not wanting to say the name that was on the tip of his tongue. Ginny. His wife.

Draco felt his gray eyes go frosty as he too thought of the red-headed woman who Harry always went home to, leaving him in the silent apartment to mull over whatever they had just did.

The silence that took over was thick and suffocating. Draco sat, frozen in place, and he flinched as Harry's footsteps clicked on the tiles in the room. Draco sank further into the bed as it took on Harry's weight as well. "I know, that you want us to be together but not now…we both have children, we both have wives we both have lives outside of each other…what about them? How could we explain this-" he gestured at the room that took up most of the small apartment that they rented together "-to our families?"

Draco sighed gravely and passed one well manicured hand through his tousled white-blonde hair. "Maybe we should end it then, before they get hurt, before we get hurt-"

"Don't. Say. That." Harry said vehemently. He too sighed, and put his long sun burned arm around Draco's waist, pulling him closer to him. He inhaled Draco's scent, a mixture of sea breeze scented shampoo and some extremely expensive cologne that Harry had bought for him for his birthday.

Draco leaned into him, wishing that this moment would extend through eternity, transcend time, last light-years… He closed his eyes and tried to burn this memory into his brain, a moment where they weren't at each others throats, or in the throes of passionate ecstasy. After a few moments like this, Harry looked at his watch and was astounded when he looked at the simple watch with the plain silver band that he wore on his wrist. "I gotta go Draco…" he said, reluctant to pull away. He too had been treasuring the few captured moments of peace, but there was work to be done, he had to show his face at home. Draco nodded and realized that his previous wish was not to be fulfilled.

Harry stood up, and after one last look in the mirror over the cheap dresser that they had purchased to furnish the room, walked back over to Draco, leaned over, and kissed him. As their lips touched they both kept their eyes open, as was their habit. They both loved looking into each others eyes. Gray and green, both vivid and bright, both hiding a speck of regret and remorse that this moment had happened, and that it was going to end. Harry pulled away, and at a loss of words, merely nodded his goodbye and walked briskly out of the door, pulling on an ink-colored coat that made the bright green of his eyes stand out even more. Draco listened attentively as Harry made the short trip to the door, and as the door slammed softly shut, and the lock turned, making an even softer clicking noise. There was then a noise like the crack of a whip, and he knew Harry was gone. Gone until their next adulterous meeting.

Draco laid on his back on the large bed with its midnight blue sheets, the most neutral color they had been able to think of, and grasped at the last few moments of peace he would have for a while. He too had work, and his family, and could not stay in the secret apartment for long. He sat up quickly, and began to put on his shoes. He was already fully dressed, and he was ready to get out of the diminutive space that seemed to get smaller without Harry's immense presence filling the room.

After tying the laces on his well-shined black shoes, he grabbed his coat off the solitary chair in the room, and traced Harry's footsteps to the door, making sure to turn off the lamp in the bedroom and the light in the bathroom on his way out. The sound of the heels of his shoes echoed horribly against the bare walls, and he felt as if he would burst if he didn't get out of the confines of the four walls. His hand met the warm metal of the doorknob, and fleetingly, his heart was filled with the knowledge that his lover had touched the same doorknob only minutes before. Draco opened the door, and stepped into the hall of the twenty story apartment building that shadowed New York City. From the window in the hallway he could see and hear the rush of traffic, the constant noise of people yelling and horns honking unnecessarily, and the steady clip clop of horses as they pulled the heavy carriage in which sat amused tourists for whom this was the highlight of their trip to the Big Apple. Draco turned his key in the keyhole, and once he heard the click that let him know that it was securely locked, he pictured the yard of his home in his mind, and with a loud crack, he disappeared from the hallway, leaving no trace that he had ever been there.