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I'm just trying to pick up all these tiny little pieces of my heart off the ground. This struck a chord.
Just as he was about to lock up, the door creaked open. A gust of cold night air followed the figure of a man who stepped in quietly, his presence immediately commanding the room. There was something about him – an energy, a kind of quiet intensity that made Sanji straighten up, as if subconsciously preparing for something to happen.
He carried himself like someone who had seen things, someone who had been places most people avoided.
Sanji was instantly intrigued.
The air is thick with the prelude to a summer storm when Draco finds Harry lazily draped over the back porch swing. A piece of dandelion fluff clings to his mane of sweat-soaked curls as Harry rocks the swing with his bare foot on the paint-stripped deck. Draco picks the fluff from Harry’s hair before climbing over Harry and melting over his chest.
“Hey,” Draco sighs. He feels an uncontrollable grin emerge as Harry pops a blackberry into his mouth.
“Hey, yourself,” Harry smiles back and offers a berry to Draco’s lips. The taste of midsummer sweetness stains Draco’s tongue. “Missed you today.”
“What ever did you do to survive without me for eight hours?”
“Honey, you’re looking at it.” He traces a berry-stained fingertip behind Draco’s ear. “Wish you could’ve joined me.”
“Tomorrow?” Draco shivers as a gust of wind teases the sweat on his neck.
“Sounds perfect.”
For @drarrymicrofic‘s prompt, Waste it on me.