Author: foodforthespirit

Disclaimer: Don't get me started. No.

Title: Near

Warnings: One-shot (drabble?), slash.

Pairing: Harry/Draco.

Rating: Like T, but M.

Synopsis: It was far from where they used to be.


"Harry."

Draco says his name shortly, hastily, and all in all - worriedly. His gaze is averted to the wall above Harry's left shoulder but it is void of giving his thoughts away.

He pauses because he knows this tone of Draco's, not so much concerning their current predicament (in bed, with Harry hungrily kissing the blond's neck and unbuttoning his trousers), but because Harry's ears tend to pick up the undertone in Draco's voice, since there are a lot of those.

"What's wrong?" Harry asks, lips moving against the smooth skin of his neck.

When Draco doesn't respond, he knows it's because he asked the wrong question.

He tries again, "Do you want me to stop?"

"No…"

Draco suddenly holds onto his shoulders, keeping him in a position where he can't see his face, digging his blunt fingernails into his robes. Harry almost laughs because it's so very much like him; hiding his vulnerability, too afraid to act but even more afraid to speak.

But Harry doesn't laugh, because this is Draco, after all.

"Just don't… don't be…" Draco's voice hangs.

Harry removes the blond's hands from his shoulders to allow himself more freedom to move, and tenderly plants a kiss against his forehead.

Tension, little by little, leaves Draco's body until he sighs and leans into Harry's touch. A sliver of a silent moment of understanding sits between them, as Harry allows himself to savor it.

They'd come a long way.

"I'll be careful. I promise."


Note: Short, but that's what drabbles normally are, right? I think. It's been a while and I find myself, once again, unfamiliar with clever fanfiction lingos. Spare me.

Thank you for reading, and have an excellent day.