Unspoken Desires

Talk Slow

The following day, Harry prepared to depart for the army, leaving Draco in a state of distress. As Harry packed his belongings, Draco watched with tears in his eyes. Harry tried to console him, saying, "Don't worry, love. I'll be back before you know it." He walked over to Draco and sat beside him, wrapping his arms around him. "Even though we can't call when I'm away, just think of me and jerk off," Harry joked, causing Draco to break down in tears. Harry stroked Draco's hair as he let him cry.

Harry lay down on his bed and placed his bag on the floor. Sirius, Harry's adopted father, entered the room. "Harry, it's time to start packing," he said, but stopped when he saw Draco crying. "Harry, you need to do this. You're a young soldier now. I need to take you to the airport in an hour and a half," Sirius said, his voice serious. Harry sat up with Draco, who was still emotional. "Sirius, I can't leave him like this," Harry pleaded.

Draco breaks away from Harry's comforting embrace and meets his gaze. Without saying a word, he walks out of his boyfriend's room, making sure to close the door behind him. Five minutes later, Harry hears the front door slam shut, followed by the sound of footsteps slowly ascending the stairs.

Remus appears, leaning on his cane for support. "Why did Draco just leave in tears?" Remus asks, his voice stern as he looks at Harry. "Moony, it's not what you think. You know I have to leave for the army soon. It's a nine-month deployment," Harry explains, his voice filled with a mixture of determination and sadness. Before Harry can say more, Sirius clears his throat and exits the room, heading downstairs.

Outside, Sirius finds Draco sitting on the pavement, a cigarette between his fingers. He joins him, taking a seat beside him. "Hey, Sirius," Draco says quietly, taking another drag of his cigarette. Sirius reaches out, taking the cigarette from Draco's hand and inhaling deeply. "Hey, cub. I understand how hard this is for you. If you need to, stay with us during this time," Sirius offers sincerely. Draco manages a small smile, grateful for the support.

"Thank you," Draco replies, his voice laced with gratitude. He stubs out his cigarette with his boot and stands up, ready to reenter the house. Sirius, however, stops him with a question. "Don't you want to say goodbye to Harry?" he asks. Draco nodded, heading back into the house and making his way upstairs to Harry's bedroom. Without a word, he walks over to Harry and stands on his tiptoes.

Looking deep into Harry's eyes, Draco whispers, "I love you." Harry responds in kind, his voice soft, before gently pressing his lips to Draco's in a tender kiss.

In the cozy confines of Harry's room, Draco passionately kissed him back, their lips moving together in perfect synchronization. Harry continued to walk backward until he felt the edge of his bed against the back of his knees. He sat down, and Draco positioned himself sideways in his lap, their bodies pressed close together.

Breaking free from the kiss, Draco nestled himself into Harry's embrace, clutching him tightly. Harry reciprocated by holding him even tighter, their connection a symbol of their unyielding love.

With a tender expression, Draco voiced his concerns. "I know you're leaving, and it's hard for me to accept. But I have an idea. When you're at the airport, all dressed in your full uniform, we can make a call. What do you think?" Harry's eyes lit up with enthusiasm. "Yes, that's a wonderful idea. We can talk and hear each other's voices. It'll make the time apart a little easier," he suggested. Draco nodded, a genuine smile gracing his face. "I'd love that," he responded, his voice full of hope and joy.

Their smiles mirrored each other's, a reflection of their shared strength and commitment. Lost in the moment, Harry's lips once again found Draco's, sealing their unbreakable bond with a tender kiss.

An hour had passed, and Harry found himself with only 30 minutes remaining before he had to leave for the army. However, doubts began to creep into his mind, questioning whether he truly wanted to go anymore. He retrieved his phone from his trouser pocket, unlocking it to compose an email to his cadet leader.