A/N: Just a quick oneshot really; an idea I had and decided to write down. Ta da! Enjoy!
Written in Ink
Harry blearily made his way into the kitchen, ruffling his hair and shivering, goose-bumps appearing on his arms as the cold November air hit his bare chest.
He sat down heavily at the oak table and spotted a piece of parchment lying, neatly folded, atop a bag of blueberry muffins. He smiled to himself at Draco's gesture.
The note was scrawled in the Slytherin's trademark green slanted handwriting:
I Love You
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"Harry?"
Draco took off his coat and hung it up, entering the living room and spying Harry sprawled across the sofa. Kicking off his shoes, Draco padded over and joined the former Gryffindor, throwing himself heavily onto the cream settee, forcing Harry to sit up. Draco slid his hands up Harry's shirt but was met by a sharp gasp of pain. Concerned, he furrowed his brow and, gingerly, took off the thin cotton garment.
"What's this?" asked the blond, fingers travelling over a line on Harry's back, "a tattoo?"
Slowly, Draco traced each of the five letters on Harry's shoulder with his tongue, making the raven haired boy shiver; partially through pain, mainly through pleasure. He planted a kiss in the crook of Harry's neck. "Why?" he enquired, platinum hair falling over his deep grey eyes.
Turning around, emerald eyes glinting wildly, Harry smashed his lips to Draco's, the full weight of his sincerity concentrated into a split second, and tore away just as quickly.
"I love you too," came the simple reply.
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