Ice Cream Truck
It was an absolutely spectacular day today. The sun shone brightly upon the emerald squares of grass, the weather was warm and the breeze was sweet. A dog somewhere barked, and a woman somewhere else laughed. Children were swimming in a neighbour's pool.
Draco lay on a beach chair, his pale skin positively glowing in the sun. His arm was stretched out beside him, his hand loosely grasping the hand of another sun-drenched body: Harry Potter. Harry was smiling softly. Draco knew that these summer days did something to Harry. His past summers had been less than pleasant, but rather than taint the black-haired boy's view of the season, it now held a special triumphant sort of feel.
Harry stirred, breathing in the warmth. He sat up for a moment so that he could shift his chair closer to Draco's. When finished, he laid back down, now merely inches from his love. He grinned, and Draco just had to smile back.
Just then, they heard a beautiful sound; the sound of innocence and memories. The soft twinkling notes of an ice cream truck rang through the neighbourhood, causing a slight uproar in that neighbour's pool full of children. The song was sweet and young, it was comforting and uplifting. Draco watched Harry very closely now. He knew that he would want to watch this. Harry sighed and crumpled slightly, as if having this much happiness inside him was fatal. He stared directly into Draco's silver eyes and he grinned madly. Draco smirked amusedly and let go of Harry's hand as the boy jumped up and dug his hands into his shorts pockets.
He came up empty-handed, and Draco rolled so that he was no longer facing him, grinning. Harry whimpered.
The reason that Draco was grinning had a lot to do with the way he knew exactly what Harry would do, in every situation. The green-eyed boy pounced upon the other, causing a shriek and then laughter. Their sun-warmed skin stuck together slightly in the struggle, and eventually Harry was able to stuff his hands into Draco's pockets, biting his lip as he searched for change.
The neighbourhood children were cheering, and had evidently stopped the ice cream truck. Harry pulled his hand out of Draco's pocket triumphantly. He whooped as he dashed to the street.
And as he ran, Draco buried his face in the beach chair, laughing so hard he thought his lungs would burst.
Fin.
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