At that, Harry groaned, the sound only partially a dramatic gesture. The truth was, the prospect of Draco leaving for months on end for the other half of his tour made Harry's heart sink and a ball form in the pit of his stomach. Defeated, he rested his forehead against Draco's shoulder.<br/>Harry wasn't oblivious; he lived in a world where Draco was very much a public figure and Harry knew that another tour was coming up; he had just hoped that it would become a reality if neither of them acknowledged it.<br/>"I don't either," Harry mumbled, voice muffled by Draco's skin. Lazily, he turned his head, nose brushing against Draco as he barely moved at a distance.<br/>Unwilling to entertain this conversation, Harry placed another hot kiss to Draco's neck.<br/>"Miss me," he offered as a half-hearted response to Draco's rhetorical question.<br/>Upon speaking, he finally shifted, yet again leaning back on his knees. Deflecting his eyes from Draco's, Harry inched further downwards, placing a couple of kisses down Draco's chest. He felt like he could throw up, if he allowed himself to linger at the though of being without Draco, and he desperately needed a distraction.<br/>Eventually he had shifted far enough that he could put his entire weight against his shins, freeing his hands to grip Draco's hips.<br/>He spoke against Draco's navel as he added a, "Terribly, I would hope."