Scars of the Past | A Drarry Story | A Mattheo Riddle Story

Chapter 45

Previously on Scars of the Past -

Upon entering the room, a collective breath of relief escaped their lips. Realizing their need for rest and acknowledging that they were both mentally and physically exhausted, they decided to postpone the remaining tasks and prioritize replenishing their energy. Harry stowed away the crucial evidence in the secret compartment of their closet, securely locking it. He then cuddled up with Draco, wrapping himself in the comforting embrace, and sharing a kiss before settling down beside him. In a matter of seconds, Harry succumbed to exhaustion, slipping into a deep sleep. Draco, too, secured the room with charms, before making himself comfortable in the bed and joining Harry in the embrace of Morpheus.

The morning unfolded with a gradual awakening; the room bathed in the soft glow of dawn. As Harry stirred beside Draco, emerald eyes blinked open at the sight of his partner. The echoes of the previous day's daring escapade replayed in Harry's mind who went to move his hand to rub the exhaustion out of his eyes but found that he couldn't because he was nestled within the confines of Draco's arms. Harry smiled to himself, Draco was such an overprotective boyfriend, even in his sleep. He gently wriggled his arm out of Draco's stronghold and rubbed his eyes, yawning.

Feeling the warmth of Draco beside him, Harry pressed a gentle kiss against Draco's baby-pink lips, a silent expression of gratitude and affection. Seeing the rise and fall of Draco's chest, steady and rhythmic, mirrored the calmness that enveloped him, his even breaths, the sunlight frolicking upon Draco's features, casting delicate shadows on the contours of his face. Oh, how his fair skin seemed to shimmer, ethereal in the quiet stillness of the morning. It was in these moments, that the realization that he couldn't imagine a life without Draco settled within Harry's heart. Laying his head on Draco's chest, he succumbed to the pull of his thoughts of a serene future together as dawn continued to cast its gentle light upon them. Harry yearned for a life like this. No Order of the Phoenix. No Ron and Hermione. No Dumbledore. No prophecy. Just the two of them and peace. But unfortunately, Life is a bitch.

Sometime later, when Harry finally shook himself out of his fantasy world, he turned to take another look at Draco, who was still asleep or so he thought. Harry, guided by impulse, started to trace the outlines of Draco's face.  As he was running his hands through Draco's perfect hair, he marvelled at the silky strands beneath his touch. The high cheekbones, the straight aristocratic nose, and the almost invisible freckles created a man of immeasurable beauty. Harry's touch was tender and caring as he traced the features that graced his lover's face.

Unable to resist the temptation, Harry couldn't help but boop Draco's nose playfully. A small, amused smile tugged at the corners of his lips. His fingers then traced the outline of Draco's lips, his fingers lingered there for a while before reaching over to Draco's sharp jaw, revelling in the quiet intimacy of the moment. Unbeknownst to Harry, Draco, who was most definitely not asleep at the moment decided to let his mate go on as he pleased and touch him to his heart's content.  Deciding to have some fun himself; Draco, with his eyes still closed, asked if Harry had fun.

Startled, Harry almost jumped, causing Draco to chuckle as he opened his eyes, revealing a mischievous glint within them. A sly smile played on Draco's lips as he confessed - "I am a man of many talents, my love. One of them is faking sleep."

Harry's eyes widened in surprise, quickly turning into mock anger. He playfully hit Draco's chest, pouting, "You gave me a heart attack, you cruel heartless ferret!"

Draco chuckled once again before frowning at being called a ferret. Nonetheless, he pulled Harry closer. "Well, you were being so sweet, running your dainty little fingers through my hair. I couldn't resist having a bit of fun myself, now could I?" he teased, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on Harry's back.