Memories, it was the memories that brought me back to you. It was the moments when you would look at me and I wasn't nothing. I was someone in your eyes.
Your eyes turned away, seeing that mark on my arm. The one thing that could have turned you away from me was the one thing that was to bring us closer. I wanted to show you how much I cared. I became a spy, and I hated every moment of it. All because you turned your eyes away from me.
Later, after the war, I didn't try to find you. I knew you hated me. Your eyes wouldn't meet mine, and I knew it. So I left. Left the country. And you stayed put. You didn't try to find me. Your eyes stopped searching for mine.
Harry Potter. It rolls off of your tongue, doesn't it? Harry Potter. Harry Potter Harry Potter, 'Oh gods, Harry! More, Harry please!' Like I said, it rolls off the tongue. Harry Potter, the Boy Who Stopped Looking for Me. It's funny, just when I'd stopped looking over my shoulder for you, you sent me a letter.
'Draco, how are you?'
That's all it said. And I threw it in the fire. I was done seeing you not looking at me. Your eyes stopped searching, so I stopped caring. I didn't reply.
I came back in person.
And you welcomed me back.
Your eyes led me right to you. Just like they always had. Your eyes had been searching the whole time, it was me who stopped looking. How could I ever think you didn't care?
"Dray, are you coming to bed?" Harry asked, kissing his husband's neck.
"Just a moment, Love." Draco signed his name at the bottom of the paper and closed his book. He climbed into bed with Harry and held him. Just before he feel asleep he whispered, "I love your eyes."
Harry grinned and sighed, "I love you, too."
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A/N: I'm thinking of going into detail with this, feedback and opinions are appreciated. Love from Mara.