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Happy New Year from Koffee!
A Drarry Drabble
Composed by: iKoffeeholic
iKoffeeholic's Word:
Happy New Year guys. Glad I could throw you one last Harry Potter drabble for 2014. I can't say that I have resolutions, but I'll try to lay off the bread to drop a few kilos. And maybe I'll come out to my parents. Wait, what?!
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"Harry, aren't you having fun, love?" cooed a tipsy Malfoy to his boyfriend who was sitting alone by the punch bowl.
The raven-haired Young Man Who Lived simply rolled his eyes at his other half. "I'm alright, Drake. Really." He downed another cup of bitter punch and vented a deep sigh.
Draco was getting legless by the hour, but he was sober enough to sense that Harry wasn't enjoying himself. He sat himself down next to Harry to try to cheer him up before the last moments of the year dissolved into history. He didn't want to impose too much; Harry's grieving over Sirius's death was near gone, but the alcohol seemed to have brought it back. Draco couldn't stand to see him so downcast at a time like this. Or for the moment, he could barely stand at all.
"Harry, it's New Year's Evening," Draco said then pressed a kiss on Harry's rosy cheek. "You're surrounded by people who love you. Sirius is still living on in you, and so are your mum and dad. This new year, how's about you carry their spirits on by living a happy, fulfilling life?" The blonde rested his head on Harry's shoulder, entangling their fingers.
Snape passed them and flashed a pinkened look of disdain. "Happy New Year, Malfoy," he said. "To you as well, Potter," he grumbled.
Harry hiccupped a little and pulled his hand away. "Drake, I could use some air."
Draco nodded and ambled with him up to the terrace. They found to chairs and sat themselves down with sighs of relief. The sky went dark, and they saw all of Yaxley's guests scattered out on the lawn like an army of ants.
Then, in a swift cut, the black blanket above was pierced by a blooming flower with a forceful bang. And another one came after it in quick succession. Then another. And another. And other. Soon the sky was filled with rainbows of sparkles that rained down on the property.
"Beautiful magic, isn't it?" Draco said as he held Harry's hand in his. Harry said not a word.
They could hear the Muggles counting far off into the countryside.
Draco's voice creaked, "The year's ending, love. Here we are."
'Seven…six…five…four…'
And now the guests could be heard mixing their counts with the Muggles. Draco closed his eyes and allowed tears to cascade down his cheeks. As soon as the count reached one and a vividly loud explosion tore across the sky, Harry crashed his lips onto Draco's.
He held the kiss for quite some time. Then he let go and whispered lovingly, "Happy New Year, Drake."
