Rated M for language. Ughh, fluff! XD
I hate blatant prompts. -cough-

CHALLENGE PAIRING: Harry Potter x Draco Malfoy

"Speech" Thoughts. 'Object.'

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002Love

No Expectations.

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"What do you think of love, Potter?"

The topic had come up rather abruptly, making Harry shy away slightly in surprise.

"Um, what?"

The Malfoy had pursed his lips, giving the man an expectant gaze.

"You heard what I said."

Harry frowned slightly at the question. What kind of question was that? It wasn't like the blond to be so upfront. Then again, it hadn't been like the blond to ask him out on a date either… or pursuing it past that. The Gryffindor had almost thought it was a joke if it hadn't been the somber look that the Slytherin wore. The dark-haired man hesitated, considering his answer. What could he say, really? Oh Malfoy, I think it's the most beautiful thing ever and— uh, no.

"I don't know." Replied the man truthfully, looking upwards. It was cold out… He had been rather surprised when Malfoy had called him out here, to an open balcony, right past the hallway with the statue of Helena the Harridan. It was a chilly night, though there was no snow, but the temperature had dipped down, and he was out in his pajamas… And fuck, it was cold. In their relationship, the blond had always preferred to stay inside rather than leave the castle, despite the temperature, even if it was warmer outside than in. Now… Everything felt strange tonight. It didn't fit their regularities, the triangle that wouldn't fit into a square.

"Ah." Responded Draco lightly, a faint smile finding its way onto his face. Harry decided he liked that smile, the way it gently tugged his muscles. There were no worry wrinkles around his eyes, or brows where he had most likely furrowed them a few times too many, nothing at all. It was different.

"Are you cold?" asked the blond, voice soft, a snicker arising much to the exasperation of the Gryffindor seeker. He sighed, breath visible as he exhaled slowly. That had totally killed the ambience that he presumed the pale man had attempted to create.

"Yes." replied Harry dourly, a small pout forming. "What are we doing out here anyways?"

"Nothing," answered the man, his tone surprisingly jovial, "just a small test."

"Did I pass?" Harry asked with a grin, brows rising. Stupid Malfoy foreplay, I guess. It didn't have to be so cold out though…

"With flying colors," said Draco lazily, looping his arms around the dark-haired man's waist and kissed the Gryffindor Golden Boy, gray irises staring into brilliant green. He almost smirked in the kiss, feeling Potter's chapped lips open up hesitatingly. Nothing else…

There was a slight tinkle as a small vial dropped from the Slytherin's grasp, making just a slight noise as it shattered on the cobbled stone, the deadly violet liquid dissolving into the air.

There was nothing now. No obligations, no expectations. I don't want anything else but him.

"Hmmm," hummed Draco, smiling as he broke off the kiss. "I do believe…"

"What?" Harry's tone was skeptical, perhaps a bit peeved from the short-lived kiss.

The man's silver eyes flickered to the raven-haired seeker, a smirk pulling on full lips.

"That I love you, Potter."