Sunlight filters in, softened by gauzy blue curtains and rose colored glasses. Draco smiles down at him, a little devious, a lot indulgent. The what do you want, scarhead softened by dimples and time. You, you, you Harry wants to say, a leap of faith he isn’t brave enough to make.
An elbow from Mac pulls him out of the memory and back into the stuffy conference room. He refocuses on the ever so exciting Paperclips vs. Sticking Charm presentation Purchasing put together and wonders, not for the first time, if they have what it takes to rebuild their relationship.
one hundred words for the @drarrymicrofic prompt — rebuild









