Homecoming
Title: Homecoming
Author: potteresque_Ire
Team: Auror
Word Count: 100 X 4
Rating: PG (Suggestive Language)
Challenge: Window
Author’s Notes: Finally back! A romantic entry written in the haze of jetlag. Happy New Year, everyone.
Flurries danced, light as Harry’s heart as he passed the wrought iron gates.
Peacocks, proud royalties of the winter kingdom, chirped a curt welcome. Harry’s eyes however remained drawn to the window beside the balcony.
A silhouette leaned against it, keen as the flickers of gold in the backdrop.
Harry could almost feel the force of the slender fingers pressed on the glass, urgent as the blond locks that cascaded down the surface to merge with the silvery glow of the January dawn.
He hurried his steps, only to lose sight of his love once he turned around the hedge.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The quill in Draco’s hand continued its flight on the parchment in lightning speed. Never looking up, his nonchalant tone almost carried a hint of annoyance at the interruption.
“Back so early?”
Harry stepped to the window of the candlelit study, so welcoming in its warmth, for a sweeping view of the snow-blanketed garden. Draco remained focused on the stack of documents on his desk.
Silence ensued, only broken momentarily by a light exhalation followed by barely audible rustles of fabric. Harry wiped off the fresh fingerprints on the otherwise pristine glass with the sleeve of his traveling cloak.
“Yeah.”
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Be glad I had to work all night then. Otherwise I would not have been awake at this unholy hour.”
Heedless of Draco’s unapologetic drawl, Harry walked around the desk and knelt, his hand extended to smoothen the blond’s emerald collar. His fingers brushed against the golden embroidery, refined as the aristocratic features that finally turned towards him.
It was Harry’s favorite robe. He could smell fresh shower and the best cologne.
With a sweep of hand, the entire desk’s content landed on the floor and the candles extinguished. The sky had cleared, and morning light flooded through the window.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Harry explored every inch of the exposed skin.
The desk creaked as Draco writhed to the touch, his eyes flew open as his husband’s weight settle on him. The leather boots ghosting against his feet elicited a moan.
“Oaf,” he panted, “now everywhere's covered with dirt.”
Harry looked into the shimmering grey, windows to a soul so clouded with lust even in the rays of the sun, yet purged of all pride and disdain to lay bare its deepest fear and desire.
Of losing. For love.
“Dunno,” he smiled, sealing the blond’s lips with his own. “I can’t see anything.”
Author: potteresque_Ire
Team: Auror
Word Count: 100 X 4
Rating: PG (Suggestive Language)
Challenge: Window
Author’s Notes: Finally back! A romantic entry written in the haze of jetlag. Happy New Year, everyone.
Flurries danced, light as Harry’s heart as he passed the wrought iron gates.
Peacocks, proud royalties of the winter kingdom, chirped a curt welcome. Harry’s eyes however remained drawn to the window beside the balcony.
A silhouette leaned against it, keen as the flickers of gold in the backdrop.
Harry could almost feel the force of the slender fingers pressed on the glass, urgent as the blond locks that cascaded down the surface to merge with the silvery glow of the January dawn.
He hurried his steps, only to lose sight of his love once he turned around the hedge.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The quill in Draco’s hand continued its flight on the parchment in lightning speed. Never looking up, his nonchalant tone almost carried a hint of annoyance at the interruption.
“Back so early?”
Harry stepped to the window of the candlelit study, so welcoming in its warmth, for a sweeping view of the snow-blanketed garden. Draco remained focused on the stack of documents on his desk.
Silence ensued, only broken momentarily by a light exhalation followed by barely audible rustles of fabric. Harry wiped off the fresh fingerprints on the otherwise pristine glass with the sleeve of his traveling cloak.
“Yeah.”
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Be glad I had to work all night then. Otherwise I would not have been awake at this unholy hour.”
Heedless of Draco’s unapologetic drawl, Harry walked around the desk and knelt, his hand extended to smoothen the blond’s emerald collar. His fingers brushed against the golden embroidery, refined as the aristocratic features that finally turned towards him.
It was Harry’s favorite robe. He could smell fresh shower and the best cologne.
With a sweep of hand, the entire desk’s content landed on the floor and the candles extinguished. The sky had cleared, and morning light flooded through the window.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Harry explored every inch of the exposed skin.
The desk creaked as Draco writhed to the touch, his eyes flew open as his husband’s weight settle on him. The leather boots ghosting against his feet elicited a moan.
“Oaf,” he panted, “now everywhere's covered with dirt.”
Harry looked into the shimmering grey, windows to a soul so clouded with lust even in the rays of the sun, yet purged of all pride and disdain to lay bare its deepest fear and desire.
Of losing. For love.
“Dunno,” he smiled, sealing the blond’s lips with his own. “I can’t see anything.”