"Snapshots"
9-16-04
A
little picture of life for Harry and Draco after Hogwarts
The bright, December moon glistened upon each falling flake as they gently fell to the ground before a pair of deep, emerald eyes. He brushed his raven-colored locks away, revealing a faint lightning-bolt scar on his forehead, and wrapped his arms around himself to hold in what little warmth he had left.
"Harry! Come inside, love. You'll catch your death out there!" A pale blonde was standing between the brick wall and the partially opened, sliding glass door of the house at Godric's Hollow. He looked tired, like he had just woken up, and his bare chest instantly held tiny goose bumps in response to the sudden cold of the chilly winter night.
"First snow," Harry called back, "Come out and join me, Dray!"
The blonde laughed and shut the glass door. Harry shook his head, smiling, and turned back to the falling snow. It slowly covered his feet, and he shook them to keep the cold off. He jumped slightly as a pair of wool-clad arms wrapped tightly around his thin waist.
"You didn't think I'd leave you out here to freeze by yourself, did you?" Draco pulled Harry's sweater down a little and kissed the gentle, curved, nape of his neck. He let his mouth stay there for a moment basking in the sweet smell of the young hero.
Two boys, barely eighteen, stood outside of their home for hours that night. When the cold finally over took them, they went in and made hot-chocolate and sat in front of the fire, wrapped in a warm blanket, watching the sun rise over the freshly powdered ground.
"I love you," was spoken softly in unison as
the sun peeked its rays into the house.