Melancholia | Drarry

moments like these

The landline clicks off. Pansy sighs, picks at her cuticles and bites her lip.

"Whoa, are you actually..." Justin gasps. "You're...concerned for another human being? This is astounding! Luna, are you seeing this?"

"Don't tease her," Luna says, but she's giggling.

Pansy groans, throwing a cushion at Justin, who catches it right before it knocks over his beer can. "Hey, watch it," He says seriously. "This equipment isn't cheap, you know."

"Whatever. Can I go?" Pansy asks.

"Why? Something up with the boyfriend?"

"Something's definitely 'up,' but it's hard to get a straight answer out of him," Pansy replies. "I don't know how long I'll be gone for."

Justin exchanges a look with Luna, gold-rimmed glasses reflecting the lamplight. "You know what? I think we're good here. The program's basically running without me at this point."

"What're you here for, then?" Pansy asks cheekily.

"I know it's a lot to ask from you, but don't be a smartass. I'm saying you can leave!" Justin beams, and Pansy suspects it's more at the prospect of being practically alone with Luna than Pansy helping her boyfriend.

"Alright, I get it." Pansy laces up her boots, throwing on another coat over her leather jacket and a black scarf. She pauses at the door. "Thanks, Justin."

"No problem. Now go before I have a heart attack from your politeness." Justin waves her off. As the door closes, he kisses Luna gently on the nose. "Just you and me, princess."

Luna smiles, embracing him. The two, entangled in the warmth of their joint solitude, are oblivious to a wretch's world crumbling a few feet away.

∞ ∞ ∞

"Harry dearest, I'm waiting for you to fuel my narcissism."

A grin creeps across Harry's lips at the sight of him, the product of confidence, bleach, and dye, posing before him like an enthusiastic model. Draco's hair is evenly, bright blue - Harry wouldn't have been able to tell it apart from a professional job.

"It looks amazing. You matched your sweater."

"I did, didn't I?" Draco smirks as he settles himself onto Harry's lap. A pale hand reaches up, mussing his dark hair as he leans in for a kiss.

I could stay like this forever.

December whirls in full force outside the window. A copper dragon roars in miniature on top of the bookshelf. Blankets in shades of gray, red, and green, ward off the chill. Harry feels warm, his fingertips threading through the short strands of Draco's hair, lips brushing against his neck...

Harry opens his eyes, suddenly remembering.

"My little blueberry."

"Huh?" Draco laughs, hands halfway up his shirt.

"You're blue, like a blueberry." The words are robotic, recited, nothing like they sounded the day Harry spoke them.

"I look nothing like a blueberry." Said with a chuckle, good-natured, but not without bite.

This is the Draco Harry loves. This is who he misses, who was taken away from him with a couple of fancy electrodes and a broken heart with nothing to lose.