A/N: Just a really short chapter-like the first few I wrote. I don't think it's as good though. Heh. I'm suffering from some major writers block! The ending stanza is just a part of another mushy poem I wrote. Feedback and suggestions are craved for. HAHA!Thanks for reading!
Craving
Craving: An all-consuming desire.
Draco likes a lot of attention. A lot.
But it is Harry's attention that he craves.
Harry's and Harry's alone.
Draco likes the feel of Harry's eyes on his skin. A gentle caress in itself.
He likes the soft smile Harry gets when Harry looks at him. A smitten look of indulgence.
He likes the way Harry speaks to him, head tilted towards Draco, voice lowered, as if the world only included Draco and Harry-no one else.
Draco likes the way Harry's eyes light up when Draco enters the room. The way Harry's attention settles on Draco and Draco alone. As if Draco was the centre of Harry's entire universe.
Harry in turn likes the way Draco draws his attention.
Harry likes the way Draco studies him, Draco's eyes gazing into Harry's behind long elegant lashes. As if waiting, patiently, for Harry to compliment Draco on his stunning and devilish looks.
He likes the way Draco tugs on his sleeves so that Harry's eyes will be fixed on Draco, and not the stage.
He likes the way Draco whispers enticingly into his ear, so that he has to move close to listen.
Harry likes the way Draco saunters into the room with eyes that search only for Harry. The way Draco barely notices anyone else. As if Harry was the brightest star in the night sky. And everyone else was just random riff-raff.
In a way, even though Harry doesn't really like attention, he craves Draco's attention too.
Draco's and Draco's alone.
I dreamt of us
Once upon a time
The moon was round, the stars were bright
The dream, was divine.
Thanks for all the reviews! They're really really encouraging! The suggestions rock too but it's slightly hard to come up with something in this heat! I think my brain is melting.