Fleeting
Warning: Slash.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Summary: Moments like these were fleeting.
Pairing: Viktor/Harry
Notes: It's after the war. Harry is 21, Viktor 25. The war ended when Harry was 19. Viktor's POV.
Word Count: 199(only actual Drabble)
One Drabble a Day Challenge, Date: Saturday, September 12th, 2009
Fleeting
The sky was filled to the brim with stars, like a bowl spilling over with milk. The moon shone brightly and proudly, shinning light in the otherwise dark sky. My lover of two years lay next to me, curled against me like a cat, exhausted after a round of love making and fast asleep.
And silent.
There were no nightmares of the Final War, no flashbacks of being held captive and tortured for two years, having been captured on his seventeenth birthday due to Fletcher's betrayal. He didn't scream or thrash or cry out, there were no insecurities that had him tossing and turning all night long the way he did when he was so wrought with guilt for surviving that he couldn't sleep, couldn't eat.....
Moments like these were fleeting. Fleeting the way the moon shines and sun rises. Fleeting in a way that is beautiful and at the same time so horrific it's hard to believe it's real.
A small shift of weight had me looking down to see Harry bury his face in my neck, still asleep, before relaxing again with a contented sigh.
Moments like these were fleeting.
And they were what I lived for.
