Hi. First story, all right! Yay! I hope you like it.
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Harry stared out his window, watching small drops of rain throw themselves against the smooth, cool glass with a gentle, rhythmic pit, pat, pit, pat.
Before he knew it, he had wandered outside, as if in a daze. The small droplets now pelted him, and he stood in the middle of a courtyard, water running over his glasses and in his eyes and down his robes, and he found out that he didn't mind it all that much.
"What in the bloody hell are you doing, Harry?" He turned around and was greeted by the blurred outline of Draco Malfoy, his blond hair blending with the pale ivory of his skin, and then that blended with the dark of his robes.
It reminded Harry of playing with watercolour paints when he was little, very little. If he wasn't careful, the colours would run and mix and blur on the paper.
"I asked, Harry, what are you doing out here?" Harry smiled lightly and swayed his hips. "Dancing," he replied, his smile growing wider at the look of confusion on his boyfriend's face.
"Well, stop dancing and come inside. You're going to catch a cold. Remember the last time you were sick?"
"Alright." Harry began in the direction of Draco and stopped he felt his feet hit the solid concrete instead of the soggy earth. He wiped off his glasses, and when he looked up, he was welcomed by Draco's brilliant features.
Blond hair fell in bangs over two perfect, blue-grey orbs that sparkled like sapphires. They were followed by a small, slightly up-turned nose and full, pink lips, lips that Harry had so often kissed, lips that had so often graced his face and his collarbone and his jaw.
Draco wrapped half of his cloak around Harry, pressing the two bodies together as the hurried inside.
When Harry was seated in the common room, in dry clothes and dry glasses, he looked longingly out the window again. Draco followed his gaze. "Harry, dear, what do you like about the rain so much?" "Well, as the saying goes, 'Whoever said 'sunshine is happiness' obviously never danced in the rain.'"
Draco smiled at Harry and crawled next to the brown-haired, green-eyed boy on the couch. "Harry?" "Yes?" "I know a saying, too." "And how does it go?" Draco kissed the other boy, a gentle kiss that sent sparks through the both of them.
"Together forever." Harry chuckled.
"Yes, that would be true." And Draco captured his lips again.