It was snowing again. The cold, harsh winds dug into his clothed covered body. The sky wordless light their own stars as he passed the street lights and stores. His footsteps made imprints in the snow.
The church bell over looked the town. He could see it where he stood, waiting for the white man turn. Once it did, he walked across the street with his hands in his pockets. In one of his pockets; laid a black clothed like box.
His dark locks swayed in the wind as he walked up the steps towards the white clad door. The man held his hand out to knock. The knock was sharp.
Slowly as seconds passed, the man started to feel nervous. His green eyes started to dart around him as if excepting someone to jump out of no where.
The door opened. A male with chin length, whitish blonde hair; pale almost compared to the moon's silver, skin; the most silver in color of eyes. He was clothed in a pair of light blue pajamas bottom; and a thin black wife beater.
A little girl stood behind him. Her blonde hair framed his soft babyish heart shape face; silver-blue eyes glanced between the two men. She was clothed in pink gown which scattered hearts adore the gown; pink pig tails held most of her hair out of her face.
The male that stood outside glanced down at her and even gave a small smile towards her. She smiled back.
"Areas, could I talk to your father for a minute?" The man asked lightly in the cold night.
"Sure, Harry." Areas said with her own smile before bouncing off.
"Draco," The man, Harry, took the slightly cold hand into his freezing ones before lifting it to his lips. "Would you marry me?"
Draco stood still as the other's words raced through out his mind. Time went by them slowly as first before speeding up.
"Yes." Draco said low whisper. "Yes." He said again. Harry's grin reached his eyes. He went to hug Draco but Draco lifted his chin slightly. Their lips meet instead.
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