Draco was awoken by a soft pair of lips kissing him on the forehead. His grey eyes peeked out from behind tired, droopy lids and made contact with tired green eyes.
Black hair, still droopy, thick, and wet from a presumable shower, corrupted the beautiful orbs; this was, in Draco's opinion, blasphemous.
"Hello, love," Harry whispered now stroking Draco's soft cheek.
"Going already?" he mumbled back.
"Yes," he chuckled.
"At this unfavorable time in the morning?" Draco moaned.
"Yes, Dragon."
The blonde reached a hand up to bury his fingers into dark locks, gripping. "Please stay…"
Harry sighed and leaned down to envelope him in an awkward hug. "Oh, Draco, you know I would if I could, but you know there's no way I can't not go."
"I….I know," Draco swallowed hard and bit the inside of his lip to keep rebellious salty water from dripping past his eyes.
They stayed in the embrace for as long as possible, but Harry eventually stood and walked to the door of their bedroom. He looked back at his boyfriend with a soft smile and waved goodbye.
Draco waved and watched him leave before he rolled over, facing away from the door and curled into a ball.
So, I lied. I've been super busy with school lately and haven't had much time to write.
I'm home sick today, so I think I'm just going to finish off this series and finish my English Movie Review on Of Mice and Men.
Maybe take a nap...