i just think that.. drarry being so utterly enamoured with eachother.. both of them adoring every detail of the others body...

like... harry pressing soft kisses to draco's sectumsempra scars - thin, pale slivers across draco's face and chest - and draco knows that when harry does this, it is simultaneously an apology and a love letter, every kiss a silent "i love you, my darling, i'm sorry."

..in their quiet, early mornings together, draco likes to nestle into harry's touch- harry is such a warm, comforting presence, the heat of his body a welcome contrast to the chill of the morning air.

draco rests his head against harry's chest, listens to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
"oh, good morning," harry says, his voice rough with sleep.
"mmph- morning, potter-" draco murmurs back,

and snuggles further into him - in a desperate attempt to seek more warmth, draco runs his hand across harry's chest - he lingers at the slightly raised lines of harry's top surgery scars, traces his finger gently along one of them.

this only last a few seconds, however, because harry lets out a startled laugh and lightly pushes draco's hand away - "your hands are fucking freezing, you wanker!" he says incredulously, and draco snorts.

.....
of course, they both have their ups and downs - harry has known far too much pain in his life, far too much grief and loss - draco knows this - he tries his best to help harry, however he can.

on days when harry is feeling particularly bad, more vulnerable and tender-hearted than usual- draco is always there to comfort him- to hold harry in his arms, patient and understanding, as harry's shoulders shake with sobs.

"its alright, love," draco says quietly- "none of it was your fault, i promise- its all over, now."

eventually, harry's sobs subside into unstable breaths, and he wriggles out of draco's arms, collapses backwards onto their bed.

draco knows why he does it - knows how harry is still so embarrassed about expressing his emotions, still so scared of appearing weak.

but draco also understands how desperately harry needs to be loved, how dearly he needs the tenderness and care that he was starved of for most of his life.

cautiously, draco lies down next to harry on the bed, faces him. "harry, love." draco says, and harry makes a flustered sound.

draco brings harry's hand to his lips, kisses the scar on the back of it, the faded words. - harry's hand is trembling, his whole body trembling, and draco's heart aches for him.

"sweetheart," draco breathes. "you poor thing- we'll be ok, alright? i can take care of you"

harry meets draco's eyes, and nods shakily.

"thank you," harry says, quietly. "for understanding."

draco gazes at harry for a moment, stares at that infamous lightning-storm of a scar. the jagged, messy lines of it beginning at harry's forehead, trailing all the way down the right side of harry's face - its a wild, beautiful sort of thing - just like harry.

and slowly, draco leans in, rests his forehead against harry's -their faces are so very close together, and harry smiles at draco - a small, secret smile, just for them.

(hdhdksks i don't rly like this thread much and it does not rly have a plot but. Oh Well )