Waiting for Harry
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,385
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Waiting for Harry
Author's note: I would like to thank MystressXOXO for all her help as a beta and wonderful friend. Would I have written anything without her encouragement?
Draco always liked to arrive to their dinner reservations fifteen minutes early. It gave him time to visit the washroom to become presentable and wash his hands. Looking at his reflection, he knew he was still an attractive man even if age was catching up with him.
When he was seated at the table, he began to review the menu. This was one of their favorite dining places, and often he ordered the same thing, yet he still had to look over the menu to see what he wanted. After deciding what he would likely eat, he ordered one of his favorite bottles of wine and sat back with his glass of wine to watch the other patrons engaging in conversation and dining. He liked having this time to just look around while he waited for Harry.
As usual, Harry had phoned him and said that he would be a little late to the restaurant. He’d had a busy day and time had slipped by faster than Harry thought. He just had a few more things he wanted to finish before the week’s end. Draco didn’t mind really; it gave him more time in anticipation for Harry’s arrival.
For Draco, watching Harry come into the restaurant was one of the many highlights of the evening. From the moment he walked into the building, Harry was always so nervous and tired looking. His eyes would look around, lost and confused, until he found the maître d'. Then they would begin walking, in single file, to the table where Draco was seated.
This was the moment Draco awaited, the reason he liked to arrive early and be seated at the table before Harry arrived. As the two men weaved around the tables, Harry kept his head slightly down to keep from bumping into anyone. Draco watched in anticipation for that one prized moment.
Then, as they got close, Harry would finally look up and make eye contact with Draco. His shoulders would lift up, his back would straighten, his head would come up, and his pace would quicken. Then his face would explode in a myriad of changes from guarded and alone, to radiant and vivacious. His eyes would ignite with an unseen fire, and his mouth, cheeks, and even his nose would come alive, giving a smile that Draco knew no other person or other thing could inspire. With that look, Harry was able to express that he was happy, content, and whole.
The look and utter change in his demeanor spoke volumes to Draco. The complete transformation told him more than any awkward attempts Harry had made in the past of poetry and verbal seduction. With that one look, Draco found his own soul would be warmed and gladdened for the rest of the evening.
For Draco, that one look was worth waiting for Harry no matter how late he was.
He knew… that he was loved.
Draco always liked to arrive to their dinner reservations fifteen minutes early. It gave him time to visit the washroom to become presentable and wash his hands. Looking at his reflection, he knew he was still an attractive man even if age was catching up with him.
When he was seated at the table, he began to review the menu. This was one of their favorite dining places, and often he ordered the same thing, yet he still had to look over the menu to see what he wanted. After deciding what he would likely eat, he ordered one of his favorite bottles of wine and sat back with his glass of wine to watch the other patrons engaging in conversation and dining. He liked having this time to just look around while he waited for Harry.
As usual, Harry had phoned him and said that he would be a little late to the restaurant. He’d had a busy day and time had slipped by faster than Harry thought. He just had a few more things he wanted to finish before the week’s end. Draco didn’t mind really; it gave him more time in anticipation for Harry’s arrival.
For Draco, watching Harry come into the restaurant was one of the many highlights of the evening. From the moment he walked into the building, Harry was always so nervous and tired looking. His eyes would look around, lost and confused, until he found the maître d'. Then they would begin walking, in single file, to the table where Draco was seated.
This was the moment Draco awaited, the reason he liked to arrive early and be seated at the table before Harry arrived. As the two men weaved around the tables, Harry kept his head slightly down to keep from bumping into anyone. Draco watched in anticipation for that one prized moment.
Then, as they got close, Harry would finally look up and make eye contact with Draco. His shoulders would lift up, his back would straighten, his head would come up, and his pace would quicken. Then his face would explode in a myriad of changes from guarded and alone, to radiant and vivacious. His eyes would ignite with an unseen fire, and his mouth, cheeks, and even his nose would come alive, giving a smile that Draco knew no other person or other thing could inspire. With that look, Harry was able to express that he was happy, content, and whole.
The look and utter change in his demeanor spoke volumes to Draco. The complete transformation told him more than any awkward attempts Harry had made in the past of poetry and verbal seduction. With that one look, Draco found his own soul would be warmed and gladdened for the rest of the evening.
For Draco, that one look was worth waiting for Harry no matter how late he was.
He knew… that he was loved.