This drabble is dedicated to my wonderful reader, S. Rune.
Prompts: chocolate, a kiss.
Word-count: 238
They had become two hermits. Lived as far away from other people as possible, in a little cottage by the Norwegian coast. Only the two of them, the sea and their cat, Johnny.
Sirius was grey and old, and Harry felt like he had lived for hundreds of years. He was so tired.
The weather was grey and the time was dark. A mixture of snow and rain lashed against the windows. The wind roared.
Sirius was dozed off in his chair. Harry petted Johnny.
The fire crackled, the flames danced. A clock ticked, ticked like it had done for years and years and years.
Drool in Sirius beard gleamed in the light from the fire.
Harry looked at him fondly. "Sirius, you're drooling again."
Mumbled. "I'm not…"
"It's Christmas soon, isn't it?"
Sirius didn't answer.
"We should make candy. Some sort of chocolate candy."
"I don't like chocolate", whined Sirius.
"Since when?"
Sirius muttered something about Dementors and Remus. His eyes were still closed.
"How about fudge then?"
Harry rose from his chair. Dragged Sirius out of his. Stared into his eyes.
"I know you like fudge."
Sirius grinned. "But it reminds me of that stupid Minister… Fudge…"
They laughed. And when they finally stopped Harry said:
"I wonder what it's like there now…"
"Don't think about that my little hermit…" Sirius stroke Harry's cheek.
"We're alright, right?"
"Yes."
They kissed for a long, long, long time.