Completely wrapped in warm blankets; he blindly started wandering his hand in his bed for a warm presence he craved to cuddle with but found it cold and damped.
He flicked open his eyes and adjusted his eyes to the lighting of his room and saw him near the edge of the bed. Granted he can only see the back of his head, the way his shoulder twitches as he languidly puts his pant on is very familiar.
His golden skin glows under the lamp, Harry Potter turns his head slightly as Draco’s eyes traces his chest hair that lines the way from his chest to his navel inside his pants.
Draco swallows and bites his tongue hard.
He felt his staring and turns slowly giving him one of his brightest smiles that flusters him.
He ruffled his hair when he sat up completely awake.
He looks away shyly as his stomach clenched in an embarrassment when he gives him an amused look with bright green eyes.
Then he remembered that Harry is dressing up.
He is leaving.
Draco hates to feel this. He wakes up every time they spend their night together to his empty bed. Sometimes the only trace of his presence would be his completely flustered and delightfully fucked appearance.
It’s not that he is complaining or at least that's what he tells himself.
In starting Draco was happy with this no strings attached arrangement.
He was completely fine with their physical relationship to satisfy their needs. His completely sated state makes him feel more alive than he has ever been and it helps his mind to focus on his career that he cares about more than himself.
Out of nowhere he remembers their first kiss together. It was as different. Hesitant, clumsy mixed with excitement of the unknown.
He taught about the way Harry looked at him. The way he smirked. About the days when Draco went to bed smelling of him.
But as inevitable it is as he remembers, he was drowning into Harry’s touches and gentle strokes. About how used he was to his habits and gestures.
How Slowly but fully Harry occupied his mind day and night.
Harry’s one touch could make him blush and fluster.
He doesn’t know when but slowly he started leaning into those soft touches and kisses. Expected those loving gaze and possessive marks Harry leaves on his skin.
He started to even look forward to them like a spoiled little girl.
With each day passing in his arms, he was growing emotionally attached to him.
Draco hates to admit it but harry could ask him anything and make him do anything for him with just one simple smile.
Draco is longing for him in a way a man does for the person they are in love with.
The way he smiles for him, his eyes that are fierce and heated when his fingers brush him. His unnoticeable touch and gaze when he sees him in a party they attain to as business partners.
They make his toe curl.
He loves the way he sees him has a person and not just a body to fuck.
It’s disturbing sometimes. To be respected like that even after what they did on the same bed.
They both are in this for just physical needs.
When Draco sees him in one of the parties they attain; Harry with his wife wrapped on his arms showing her off.
He couldn’t stop the jealousy and fury rolling off him.
Though he walks past them with his own confidence and don’t care look, deep down in his own little heart he knows he will never be her, standing beside him as his equal. Someone he is proud of and admits to the world has his partner.
Draco couldn’t look into his wife eyes directly.
Draco is too self-preservative to accept that he feels guilty by doing so.
Draco already knew what it meant. What it all meant.
he was falling for Harry Potter.
He is in love with Harry.
It’s not like Draco has not slept with other men. He likes that about himself; the freedom of being with whomever he wants with no complications involved.
There is this famous saying that he has taken to his heart ‘no commitment no disappointment.’
It’s just, that’s no longer what he believes now Not after him. Not when Harry touched him in ways that has left him too broken to be with someone else.
Harry has completely imprinted himself on him.
Draco stood no chance. His heart has been given to this man.
Draco couldn't fight these feelings anymore; the swell in his heart for Harry has no stopping now. He couldn’t tell him. He couldn’t no wouldn’t confess his feelings to Harry.
Harry will leave him. He will not be attached to him emotionally.
That’s not an option.
Never was!
That’s something Draco is very sure of.He will certainly leave him.
Harry made sure he was clear and was very upfront about his expectations when they started this affair.
He knows he is destroying himself by getting involved too deeply.
He knows better than to play with emotions.
Better than to be ruled by his emotions.
But he was addicted to him.
Draco can’t walk away from him; Not after falling for him. Harry potter is an addiction. A drug he cant let go of.
Draco yearns for him.
It’s all he got. This affair, this physical connection that he gets to share with him.
Draco doesn’t have his family nor his friends. He is lonely. He relishes in Harry’s constant contact. Waiting for his owl to meet, to fuck is something he looks forward to.
Draco knows and maybe he is masochist but he no longer cares.
So, Draco acts as if this doesn't affect him. As if this all is just that, one physical outlet for him.
Draco pretends, Harry leaving him after Every time they fuck doesn’t tear his heart.
Every time Draco wakes up and finds his bed empty, he doesn’t curl up and cry.
Draco was so lost in his own thought that, when he finally lets his eyes lock with Harry’s, he regrets instantly.
Harry is watching him, his gaze soft and dark, his mouth curved in a distracting smile, completely unaware of all the turmoil he caused to his heart.
Harry presses flurry of moist kisses all over his face, Sturdy hand clenched at his hips and warm lips is pressed into his forehead.
Harry detangles himself from him and get up from the bed.
As harry reaches the door, he turns one more time to stare at him, for one single second there Draco fools himself, he wants to crazily believe the look Harry shoots at him is of him hesitating to leave, is of him wanting him just as much as Draco. That Harry's gaze that lingers on his body is yearning.
Draco throat dries, his heart twists, its like cold water is poured into his burning heart.
Draco just smiles wetly and Harry smiles back, his back stiff and firm with determination.
Door locks and Draco falls in his bed slowly.