Drarry: Starting Over

St. James' Park: Draco

Draco wasn't often concerned for others. He hadn't ever found a need to, in fact, he made it his business to be indifferent. Today, however, he had a number of reasons to be concerned for Harry James Potter. His palms were about were about five times as sweaty than usual, and he kept wiping them on his jeans. His cheeks were red and hot, though he insisted he wasn't ill.

"Potter, something is going on. I do have sight, you know. And touch, unfortunately." He broke his hand away for a moment to wipe it on his own pants. "Why did you drag me out here?"

It was the following Saturday, and Harry had begged Draco for a walk about the park, even though it was dreadfully cold out.

"Right, of course," Harry said sheepishly. "Obviously, I have to give you some credit..." He stopped and turned to face Draco, taking his other hand. "I have to ask you a question."

Draco raised an eyebrow. What could Potter possibly have to ask him? It had only been a few month, he wouldn't possibly ask to marry him. Although Harry, being the git he was, perhaps had fallen hopelessly in love and was blinded of this fact, his head lost in the clouds... he did tend to have that effect on people.

"Umm.." Harry gave a chuckle, glancing at the ground, his fingers nervously rubbing Draco's.
"I was wondering if you'd...want to move in with me?"

The question took Draco by surprise, but he committed not to show it. With a very calculated smirk, he pulled Harry into a kiss, running his hand through the boy's hair.

"Really Potter? You couldn't even figure out that simple question without me."

"So it's a yes?"

"It's a yes, you moron." Draco resumed kissing his new housemate, and he didn't need his coat anymore to keep out the cold.

Harry was enough.