Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine (::sob::). The plot pretty much belongs to Keith Urban, since I based it off of his song. I hope you all enjoy it anyway. It was fun to write
The smell of espresso and mocha invaded my senses and I smiled. I loved the little coffee shop. Today was my day off and I had more time to savor my usual cappuccino. Half way through my hot drink, two soft hands pulled off my glasses and covered my eyes.
"Guess who," he whispered. Right away I knew it was Draco. I chuckled softly and shrugged.
"Sven; Charlie, Jasmine?" I heard him cluck his tongue, so I smiled, grabbed his hands, and looked up at him.
"I'm just messing with you, Draco. I knew it was you." The blond rolled his eyes, taking the seat across from me.
"It's been a long time, Harry." I smiled. I seemed to be doing that a lot. Draco and I had been in a relationship just after graduation but it didn't last. I don't really remember why.
He looked really good in the café light though. His hair was shining golden, his eyes piercing mercury. His smile was what drew me in again, however.
"It's been three years, now. What have you been doing since then?" Draco launched into a long tale of his exciting adventures as an apprentice potion master. I may not like potions but he has a passion for it that allowed me to listen for hours. I told him about my calm endeavors as a muggle grade school teacher.
We talked and laughed for hours. Seeing him after three years, I just couldn't remember what made us break it off. He was so wonderful.
I invited Draco back to my home and we talked some more, looking at pictures. I pointed to one where he and I were curled up on Ron and Hermione's couch at their wedding reception. Draco had his head resting on my shoulder and my head was on top of his, our hands entwined.
Draco smiled. Shyly he slipped his hand in mine. I squeezed it in acknowledgement, moving closer to him.
"I've missed you, Harry."
"Draco," I sighed, "you're so beautiful." Draco brushed his lips against mine and I eagerly responded. Our tongues danced together, the taste of Draco flooding me with lust.
Draco moaned as my hands roamed, recalling with clarity all of his sensitive spots. I pulled my blond lover to my room and pushed him down on the bed.
Draco, in his true dominant nature, quickly changed our roles and was ripping my clothes off, moments later. Our familiar love-making had me reeling as Draco lay exhausted on my chest. I closed my eyes and smiled, running my fingers through his silky, sweat drenched, hair. We fell asleep in the same position.
In the morning, Draco was gone. My heart clenched painfully. I pulled on a plain black tee-shirt and a soft pair of pajama pants. I ran a hand through my hair, shuffling down to my kitchen.
The aroma of coffee and bacon surprised me. There dancing around my kitchen was Draco; he was wearing my shirt from the day before. Elated, I wrapped my arms around him from behind.
"Good morning, lover." I hummed into Draco's neck. I had missed his endearments.
"Morning, Draco." Draco turned his head to press his lips to mine.
"I made breakfast."
"It smells delicious." We sat down at my kitchen table. Watching him, I pondered our relationship. Maybe it was too early to know if we would work out, but I knew I wouldn't mind seeing him every morning.
"You look good in my shirt, love." The blush on his face let me know we could at least try, and, Merlin knows, I was looking forward to it.