Chapter 1: Moving

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Author's Note:

I've decided to brush up on my writing skills with a drabble challenge, drarry style. I'm new to ff but not to the HP fandom. For this challenge, I'm using a random word generator with my goal length being around 100 to 150 words. Reviews would be much appreciated.

Moving


His fingers grazed across the surface of the smooth wood desk, things arranged immaculately in his lover's study, as expected.

A stack of papers were in the corner, fresh rolls of parchment and ink pots to the front, and there was Draco's one and favorite quill, the one Harry had gotten him long ago. Harry smiled to himself, fingers drifting to a silver frame sitting atop the large desk; it was a picture of him and Draco, at Ron and Mione's wedding the year before.

It was moving, charmed, and Harry watched as the two figures danced, enraptured with only each other, as always. He watched wistfully, with the smallest of smiles.

Downstairs he could hear Draco in the kitchen, calling him for breakfast.