Title: Slowly Crashing Down
Paring: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Genere: Angst
Disclaimer: All Characters belong to JK Rowling.
Summary: Harry relish in one of the rare moments he can.
Slowly Crashing Down
There was a crack in the ceiling.
It wasn't there last week. Was it?
He's positive that it's a new one; it's not as faded as the others.
This one is more prominent and bigger than the ones surrounding it. Except for those in the corners, they're always the largest.
He tried to count them once but he didn't have enough time that night, or the night before.
He remembered the fight yester day, the vase flying at him, missing him by an inch and crashing through the window. The glass statue that hit in the shoulder, making it numb for several hours. He didn't remember what'd hit the ceiling. The alarm clock? The telephone? A spell?
He couldn't remember.
He rolled over to his side of the bed, missing the spot in the middle but didn't dare to remain there till the morning. He almost coughed, but slapped a hand over his mouth before any sound could appear, scared out of his mind that he might wake the other man. His broken rib protested strongly as he coughed silently and he cried secret tears.
He looked over to the other side of the bed. The blond were still sleeping soundly.
He let his hand fall from his mouth and admired the sight before him.
He loved watching him sleep. He was lucky this night, a full view of that beautiful face. No sign of disgust, anger, hate or madness. He lived for these moments. Felt special.
Slowly, slowly he reached forward, ignoring his protesting muscles, intending to touch the pale cheek with the lightest touch.
His fingers barely graced the soft skin but still he became filled with hope.
The blond man let out a quiet moan.
Quickly as if he'd been stung he retreated his hand, not daring to move only to stare immobilized at the face of his heart.
A small smile appeared in the angel's face.
And the dark haired boy loved him.
"Severus…" Whispered quietly but echoing among the broken pieces of glass.
He took a shaking breath through his tight throat.
He shifted his gaze to the ceiling again, a strange ache reforming in his chest.
He blinked once and swore he could see another crack appearing.
