Draco paces the length of the front room for the twelfth time. He hates it when Charlie isn't home. Alone, his skin feels too tight for his body, itchy as though he might burst at the seams from keeping everything inside.
It's almost funny. He's spent so many years hating the Weasley family on principle. Now, there's one Weasley he can't be away from without going insane.
"Come home!" he shouts at the door, stamping his foot as though it might speed his lover's return.
The door opens, and Charlie steps inside, wearing an apologetic smile. "Dragon mating season is a nightmare," he mutters. "Sorry I'm late. Festus and Norberta were making things diff-"
"I missed you," Draco interrupts, his arms snaking around Charlie's middle.
Charlie chuckles, kissing his boyfriend's forehead. "It's only been six hours."
"Too long."
Still laughing, Charlie lifts the younger man off the floor, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he places a hard kiss on Draco's lips. "How about we make up for lost time?" he murmurs.