Written By: Hikari Riku
Authoress Notes: 100 word drabble written for #60 Wax at DracoHarry100 Community on Livejournal.
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It was raining.
Drip. Drip.
Raining.
Draco stood half-frozen in a T-shirt and jeans, on the doorstep of Harry's apartment.
Waiting. Waiting with a white candle in his hands.
Numb, numb, hands.
And sometimes the flame would flicker in the wind.
Whoosh! Flicker. Flicker. And Draco held it closer. Safe. Protected.
And he waited. Waited until he couldn't feel the cold, or the rain.
Or the wax from the candle slowly draining down his arms. Burning them.
And then the door opened slowly, warming him.
But it was nothing compared to Harry's smile...when he finally blew out the candle.
Finis
Authoress Notes: In the wicca tradition, or at least the one in my family, white candle's are a symbol of love, and are lit when you've found the person you were meant to be with.