Capax Infiniti [Drarry]✔

.:denouement:.

denouement - the final outcome of the main dramatic complication

The bed under him suddenly felt too soft for his liking as the monotone clicking of his pen filled the air. His window was open and the cool, evening breeze was causing disturbance of the curtains and the sketches which were glued to the wall with pieced of spellotape. The floor was littered with a crumpled up page of his notebook which was getting thinner and thinner as the time passed and his ears were full of background noise. The ink seemed to think to come out and the words were lumpy, clumsy and mismatched. Draco groaned, frustrated, not understanding how come he couldn't write a goddamn letter but when it came to poetry it was easier than breathing.

He stood up from the tangle of sheets he was sitting on and Sighing, walked into the kitchen. He hoped that perhaps some water would help clear his mind so he took a glass. Narcissa was sitting at the table with her tea and her book but there were no comments from her side of the room. Draco's glanced at her and she rose her brow then. 

"Everything alright, darling?", she wondered, cheerfully. He rolled his eyes and put the glass into the sink muttering that it never really is. His mother chuckled and watched him return to his bedroom with the soft clicking of porcelain following him as she drank her tea. 

Walking in he noticed that Addy was finally awake and he went to stroke her feathers, muttering lightly about his troubles and how difficult it is not to simply write Harry a love poem about how much he wanted to hold him again. "He can be so oblivious sometimes," Draco murmured as his fingers dragged over the back of the owl. "I'm afraid he wouldn't understand the metaphors, the flowery language... I thought of sending him roses, but it would be a waste of flowers don't you think? With his poor gardening abilities and especially since Granger says he's not taking care of himself..."

Why would he send him flowers if Harry's not even taking care of himself? He certainly won't take care of the flowers...

"I'm wasting so much paper over this...", he sighed and went to his desk, sitting down and grabbing the nearest piece of paper he could find. Addy flew over to nuzzle his hand which he held up for her and he looked at his bird. "Why does this have to be so hard, dear Addy?" The owl nudged his palm with her beak and he rolled his eyes and send his fingers to brush her feathers again. 

He looked down at the paper which was partly torn but had a sketch of Adelaide in one of its corners. He pulled a pencil from one of his drawers and then decided to let everything go to hell and stop overthinking it because if he continued it down this road, his head was going to explode.

Harry,

Has there ever been a better time for tea? Fancy meeting me at my mother's tomorrow around four? (even though it's pathetic and sudden?) It would bring me great joy if you did...

Optimistically, 

Draco

Of course, after he finished writing he took time to reflect on his existence and whether or not he was completely certain that he wanted to send off a letter of such formal nature. After much groaning and some unsatisfied hooting when he moved his body back onto the bed, he decided that, yes, sending this letter would be the most appropriate thing to do. Despite the fact that both of them quite possibly desired a relationship more intimate than the inked words which had long dried on the paper, after over a month of silence, Draco couldn't be sure if the comfortability they've grown for each other is still standing proud and intact.

Having that in mind, a short, sweet and semi-formal message would have to do. He called Addy but she refused to come, having fallen into slumber perhaps less than half an hour ago. Not unlike the owl, some sort of melted drowsiness spilt over Draco's being as well. He was sinking into the mattress and the sheets scented with lavender. The ceiling was white, its white surface is broken by nothing more than a few small cracks in the paint which were followed by the carefulness of Draco's eyes.