Drabble #14: Moments
Word count: 265
Warning: none
Note: somewhat follow up to the previous drabble. This was my original idea involving a Draco that disappeared for 2 years and then suddenly turning up, but somehow the other one decided to hit me in the head and wouldn't let me write this scene without the proper background. At least it's here now.
Harry wasn't expecting much when Draco showed up at his doorsteps. He had hopes when Draco somehow wormed his way into staying with him, but they weren't bright hopes. He wasn't expecting years of hatred, years of animosity, to just go up in flames even if Draco had turned out to be a double spy for the Order. He wasn't expecting a lifetime of bad intentions be erased by the blonde's two years of disappearance, even if the disappearance only made Harry more conscious of how important the other man had turned out to be for him.
Harry wasn't expecting offers of deep friendship, or sharing of personal feelings. He wasn't expecting Draco to suddenly open up and pour out all the secrets of his childhood. He wasn't even expecting Draco to explain why and where he disappeared to for those two years; two long years that had Harry running every which way for clues.
But he figured it's alright, because he wasn't expecting all that much anyway. Because watching the blonde sleep now, lying on the couch in the living room as if he was waiting for Harry to come home late from work, Harry realized that all those expectations didn't matter all that much. Watching the rise and fall of Draco's chest, steady whispers of breath passing through his lips, still somewhat thin cheeks pressing against the armrest and lamplight casting a warm glow over his features, Harry didn't feel so lonely any more.
And he decided that moments like these are far more important than any secrets he had hoped to reveal.