Title: September
Pairing: Harry/Draco, of sorts
Rating: PG-13
Summary: 83 words. Draco doesn't have the words he needs to say everything he wants.
It's snowing.
This strikes Harry as odd, since it's September.
He ignores it though, because Malfoy's suddenly got his lips pressed against his own. They're soft, like the snowflakes on Harry's nose.
"I've always wanted to kiss someone in the snow," Harry says as Malfoy pulls back.
"Fuck you, Potter," Malfoy says simply, stepping back.
Harry shrugs and, instead, focuses on the sky, looking up at the snow.
He never sees Malfoy look back, something a lot like longing glinting in his eyes.
A/N: I wrote this to break an eleven month writer's block induced hiatus. Be a peach and review?
... I don't know to whom this author's note is directed. Turn around in the HP section is so fast, it's likely I'll get 8 hits and 0 reviews... Thus is life...
