Sleep, Watching, Dinner
By: His Spectacles
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Sleep (100 words)
Harry fell asleep in the library while studying. Draco looked up from his own book at hearing the soft thud.
A gentle smile crossed the Slytherin's face and he looked amused. Harry's forehead was pressed on the open page and his hair even more tousled. Draco quickly scribbled something on an extra parchment and placed it in front of the other boy. With one last smirk, he went back reading.
Minutes later, there was another quiet thud as Draco's blonde head fell, so close, to Harry's, contrasting with the inky black, asleep.
The parchment fluttered.
Tired after last night, love?
Watching (122 words)
Harry was watching Draco study. The blonde was seated cross-legged on his four poster, still looking elegant and immaculate even with parchments and books cluttered around him, loose hair falling lightly around his face.
Private rooms were good for this sort of thing, for watching. Out there, people were too nosy and gave little, if any, privacy.
Harry liked the way Draco reaches up to brush the fringe from his eyes or bites his lower lip at something he doesn't understand; the little smirk that appears when he solves something and the quietly serious expression on Draco's face.
Feeling the gaze, Draco looked up and met Harry's eyes. He smiled warmly before returning to his studies.
Harry just continued to watch.
Dinner (100 words)
Draco was cooking. It wasn't normally his chore but found that it was comforting. The mundane task reminded him of brewing potions and it was a good distraction.
The knife cleanly sliced through the potatoes, carrots, onions and nearly through his finger, when a sharp burn on his marred arm startled him. His throat tightened and his sudden white-knuckled grip on the knife trembled.
A headache was blooming in his mind and fear impaled the blonde. But Draco forced himself to still his shaking and finish making dinner.
Harry was going to have a delicious meal if…no, when he returns.