Disclaimer: sigh Nope, none of it's mine. It all belongs to JK Rowling, who is nice to let me play with them.
A/N: A BIG thanks to Aisling for beta'ing this. She is the only reason that I'm actually posting this. Okay, I'm going to post my first story. Please, please review or I'm not sure I'll be able to continue.
Pure
White snowflakes fell slowly. All he could see in any direction was white. Even Hogwarts was barely visible. Pure. He couldn't help but to think how unlike him the pure, white snow was. He could hear the celebrations going on far away. He knew that celebrations, a lot like the one going on in the castle, were occurring all around the world. Voldemort was dead. And yet... He shook his head. Why wasn't he thrilled?
"Because now you are a killer," a little voice in his head reminded him.
He couldn't help sighing. While he had been a part of others' deaths, he had never been the one to steal away their life. He stood there, not moving, not saying anything. He jumped as a pair of arms wrapped around his waist.
"What are you doing out here, love, when you should be the castle celebrating? Let's go inside."
With that, Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, the Savior, the Man-That-Saved-The-Wizarding-World, headed back to Hogwarts, drawing strength from his Savior, and long-time lover, Draco Malfoy.
It's good. There was really only one mistake in the actual drabble. I liked it. You should go ahead and post it! See you, if you want any thing else read through let me know. Bye!
Aisling x
Summary: When everyone else is celebrating, one lone figure stands out in the snow and thinks about life...