Capax Infiniti [Drarry]✔

.: madrugada :.

madrugada - the time of day occurring between late at night and early morning

The sound seemed to have come from the living room - the sound of breaking glass, perhaps a vase or a glass or a bowl? The type of a dish that has been broken wasn't really of significance but what was, was the fact that Harry was wide awake, with his right hand tightly clutched around his wand and his ear pressed against his door, waiting for any kind of sound that might indicate that his flat was not a location of a random poltergeist visit.

A string of curses, careful tapping of footsteps and, what appeared to be, that same glass scraping along the floor made him release a breath he didn't realise he was holding. He slowly cracked his door open, just an inch or so, peaking through to see a rather annoyed blond pushing pieces of glass towards the trash bin. Harry smirked and made his way towards Draco.

He waved his wand and all of the glass pieced obediently flew into the bin. With one more swish, a wet stain on the floor disappeared and Harry finally looked up at Draco. Malfoy was frowning slightly but when their eyes met, there was more nervousness than annoyance or anger.

"I'm sorry I woke you up," Draco said and crossed his arms over his chest, his shoulders slumped in a tired position. 

"It's okay," Harry cracked a smiled and waved dismissively. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah," Draco nodded quickly, avoiding Harry's eyes. "I just couldn't sleep... Thought that lemonade could help but-" He shrugged and tried to smile but it was obviously too forced to look sincere. He frowned again.

"But it can't help if it's spilt."

"There's more in the fridge - I just dropped one glass," he stopped like he wanted to say something more but wasn't quite certain it was a good idea. Draco started biting his lips, his eyes moving over all the notes, postcards and magnets on the fridge. Photos of Harry's friends at sunny places, laughing, happy... Photos of places he had never been to... notes saying that they need to buy more eggs, maybe some fruit? Magnets in all colours you could imagine, some with glitter on them, some without... Harry didn't say anything at first but just as he opened his mouth, Draco looked back at him and with hesitancy lacing his voice, asked, "Would you, um... like to join me?"

"In what? Breaking glasses of lemonade?", Harry giggled and Draco watched him with some confusion before shaking his head.

"No, I was, I couldn't sleep and you know how there next to the balcony we have like a ladder to the roof? You know like a fire exit or something? Well, the roof's quite nice at this time of the day - or night," Draco smiled shyly. "You can see half the city and there are some plants so it's not that particularly lonely... And you can lay back, and just let your eyes wander towards the skies and you just..." There was nothing but pure emotion I his eyes and somewhere in the middle of it all Draco's gripped Harry's forearm and suddenly, surprisingly they were so close that Harry could feel Draco's quick breath on his lips.

"You just what?", Harry whispered, his eyes not leaving Draco's. Draco shivered at the proximity, the whisper, everything! The need he had for kissing Harry was utterly overwhelming and he knew that it was too late to kiss him now! It was too dark outside and Harry was too close and he was so, so terribly tired - he would ruin anything. Draco almost jumped back, startling Harry. He leaned against the sink and took a shaky breath.

"You just... watch the stars," Draco looked up and the fear of Harry laughing at him was pilling up in his gut. But... Harry didn't say anything. He didn't do anything. He didn't laugh or nod or talk, nothing but... Draco pressed his lips together when Harry turned and started walking back to his room. 

It wasn't even a sound, a plea that escaped Draco then and he was stepping forward, his heart beating hard. He couldn't let Harry leave - he didn't know why but it was crucial for him to be here with Draco at that very moment. "Please, Harry!", he cried, not caring if it made him look like an unstable dumbass. "Don't leave... please."