Harry followed Draco up the bed, happily settling between his thighs. They were both still dressed, making their insistent proximity rather pointless and fleeting. The distance Harry had closed would eventually need to be created again, but for now, Harry couldn’t bear having to step away from Draco again, not even for a minute.<br/>Certainly not when Draco looked like that beneath him.<br/>Draco looked younger than Harry had yet to witness him. Between the dark red sheets and the tight bun pulling his long hair back, it was a trick of the eye that made Harry’s heart flip with a feeling of remorse he couldn’t quite place. The excitement he felt being here with Draco was muddled with a sense of regret, the endless time spanning ahead of them never quite enough when it had taken them decades to find themselves against crimson sheets, serving to make the future shorter than it could have been.<br/>Before Harry could process that thought, it spilled out of him, an answer to a sentiment he hadn't been able to share hours ago.<br/>“I’ve missed you.”