THE WAIST
“How is it, Ron?” Hermione came waltzing out of the changing room wearing a forest green dress with flowing sleeves and neck so deep that Ron almost turned into the tomato.
“Wow, Um-m I mean, you, you look perfect, Mione,” Ron stammered with hearts in his eyes. Harry could almost imagine them as the characters in a comic with hearts surrounding them. He imagined they would start waltzing the next moment.
Hermione turned red at the compliment. She muttered something under her breath and came to sit next to Ron on the couch, Harry long forgotten in their love exchange.
Lately, Hermione and Draco have been into muggle fashion. After harry and Draco moved to Surrey to start their love life together, it wasn't long before the remaining members of the golden trio followed suit.
Harry was finally happy, not surviving but living for once. It was a pleasant change. It had taken time for Draco to get used to living in a house where the walls didn’t echo his lonely sound. As much as it was difficult, it had been much more joyful.
Since then, the golden trio had welcomed another member with bruised but open hearts. Hermione and Draco had instantly bonded like some lost twins thanks to their mutual interest in literature and scolding harry.
In them, Harry found a home he never thought he even deserved.
Draco was used to wearing those luxurious suits and crisp ties and harry liked his pristine self very much. But living in a muggle world, Draco was thoroughly impressed and influenced by the people wearing all kinds of clothes on the streets of BC.
From then, His loving boyfriend and Hermione had been on the mission of finding each and every type of cloth they could fit in. It was amusing and endearing watching Draco be the cute little pie he was underneath all the mean boy he used to be during school years.
Today, they were at the New Westminster mall where they had come to spend their weekend shopping. Harry was used to muggle world more than he was to wizarding world.
He seamlessly fell into muggle life like fish to water. Draco was trying something inside the changing room; it had been a long time since he went in.
Harry thought it was unusual as Draco was always so confident in everything he wears. He remembered that one time when Draco's shoes broke during their stay at a hotel.
Harry had only brought along his green crocs since he was not Draco and never thought to bring another pair just in since.
He vividly remembered the shocked gazed in the waiting hall as Draco had strutted out of the lift in crocs without a care in the entire world, even the Christian louis Vuitton would have looked flops compared to the crocs weared by his boyfriend.
It was the moment harry fell in love all over again. And he had been falling ever since.
Harry chuckled aloud thinking back and turned to indulge Ron in on his boyfriend appreciation session when suddenly Hermione looked toward the changing room and let out a “OH.’
Harry looked toward the door and his mouth remained open. Draco was standing there. Fully dressed. Wearing cargos. Wearing a collared crop top. His hands were in front of him. He was fidgeting.
But it was Harry who was having a little (very big) mental breakdown inside. There was silence in the room. Harry didn’t know what everyone else was doing. He thought everyone must hear the beating of his heart.
It was so loud.
And then Draco suddenly scratched his neck and his top lifted higher. There was his waist, Draco’s waist so small. Harry started staring at the thin patch of fair skin on the waist of his boyfriend. He stared and stared.
Draco suddenly realized what he was wearing and immediately glued his arms to his side. Harry still stared.
Draco was having a little crisis inside as he thought that Harry must have been really disgusted by him, maybe it was really a little too much. He should have never agreed with Mione to try crop top.
After all he was a boy and must have looked ridiculous.
Draco was worried Harry would be mad. He immediately regretted the moment he decided it would be a good idea and ducked back into the changing room without waiting a moment longer.
Harry was still staring where his beautiful boyfriend was standing. He didn’t give it a second thought before he stood up to follow the pretty angel inside. All he could think about was Draco and Draco and his little waist and the blush on his face and Draco and Draco.
Draco was about to shut the curtain and when he was suddenly pushed back inside with a pair of hands pushing his arms back to the wall. He collided with the wall and felt a sudden pair of rough lips colliding with his own.
He was startled for once but when the felt the arms of the person, he relaxed and let the man kiss him softly and then desperately as if the other might die if he were to part with Draco.
He kissed back with the same ferocity and Draco saw constellations as Harry held both of his hands above him with one hand and the other hand firmly grasped his waist and pulled him closer.
Harry’s chest was hot, and Draco almost thought he was running hot on fever. He had never seen Harry like this. It was as if he was unleashing the hidden emotions of his onto him and Draco drowned in the depths of his feelings.
The arm on his waist was the only anchor binding Draco to earth otherwise his legs had given up on him the moment Harry's lips had captured his own.
They finally came up to take a breath and Harry joined his forehead with Draco thinking if he let him go, he would realize it was a dream.
Harry pulled Draco closer by the waist and his face collapsed into Draco's neck as if the last minute had drained him of his energy. Draco embraced him back tightly, his hands tightly bound around Harry's neck.
They stayed like that for a while, Harry's hot breaths the only sign of the other being awake. Draco swayed a little and Harry came to senses as he slowly stood back up.
It was a while before both made eye contact. But then Draco remembered the way they had almost devoured each other just some moments before and both blushed again and looked away.
It was the first time Harry had kissed him without holding himself back. Harry had always kissed Draco with utmost care as if just a little push would break the other boy, and Draco would push him back.
He was scared to reach other’s eyes; afraid he would see rejection in his eyes. Harry’s worries were, of course, of little value.
Draco loved Harry as if he had put stars into the sky and brought the sun to his doorstep. Harry took the courage to look into the silver eyes of his boyfriend and relaxed upon seeing the reflection of his own love in them.
He was so in love, it was almost killing him. He thought he would die if he never saw the other boy and would still die if he sees the boy every day.
Harry slowly reached up to slowly caress his little angel's cheeks and said in a whisper as if another soul heard his words, this happiness of his would also get stolen.
But Draco heard Harry's soft "I love you” as if he were fluent in the language Harry was whispering, the language of utmost tenderness with fear mixed in and a lot of love and love.
Draco smiled and pulled Harry back into the embrace, "I love you too, Potter, to the end of the world.”