His long pale finger paused discreetly before the dark, pine door. It stood tall and proud, its sharp eye aimed at whoever may pass. It dared him to do all sorts of violent things towards it, in both fury and nuisance as it gazed haughtily towards the platinum blonde.
'Go ahead,' As if it prattled onwards of daring him, humiliating him. 'Try and crudely disfigure me – oh wait, you can't.'
"Sweet Merlin." He swore, pushing back his flaxen tresses, the action showing eyes angled into a deep frown as well as snarling teeth that glowed a pristine white.
He brooded at the though of just ripping that door down with his naked hands – no magic, just pure energy. But no, what would that do? Waste his own vigor for a meaningless task of muggle labour?
Furiously biting the inside of his cheek and his feet pointedly aimed at the doorway, his unwavering finger finally, just finally, prodded the doorbell with unnecessary force. Clear notes chimed inside of the home, and footsteps were heard from within. Suddenly, the door opened.
"Why've you come?" Handsome emerald eyes met his as they traced every feature, again and again, as the man's husky voice spoke in a tense voice.
A smug look was plastered onto this terrible face of beauty which stood upon a proud neck bustling with toned muscles.
"I wanted to see you."
No answer came from the black haired man's rosy lips, and no emotiom seemed to erupt in his serious eyes.
His own eyes could not take everything in – it was too much. The beauty, the great and terrible beauty of this man.
Stepping in, his pallid digits stroked the man's solid chest, feeling the warmth emanating from the fiery tempered individual in front of him.
Harry whispered something hoarsely and inaudible, his tense eyes struggling to mantain a poor glare as the blonde inched closer, and closer.
"Draco," He tiredly sighed, louder this time. "Weren't you soupposed to be with Blai-"
Harry was silenced - his lips of age 20 stolen by the same man who stole the chance of an everlasting love, the same man whom he had finally stopped denying his love to at this very time and moment, once again. His anxiety that Draco was seeing another man was wiped clean from his thoughts.
Inflamed, Harry wrenched his hands out of his denim pockets, and pressed Draco's face closer, angling his head to get a better taste of the sweet, saccharine man in front of him. Cheeks blushed a deep red and out of breath, Draco licked his lips uneasily, and eyed Harry as he pulled away.
"Bloody hell Harry, I've never felt that bloke as I've felt you, and I most certainly have never loved him as I do you." Draco's eyes averted Harry's to avoid embarassment.
He did the impossible - erase Harry's false accusations with just one kiss.
Gasping for breath, he was jumped by Harry Potter on the porch; a crazy inferno of heat and sweat blocking out all other noises apart from him and Harry's lovemaking.
"Oh." He sighed, as Harry began things that, once began, would be impossible to stop.