5 Minutes
1.
'I love you' he muttered. Fred choked back a laugh. Harry shifted himself on his arms and looked at the lake.
2.
'Draco, you're the silliest person ever' he replied with a patronizing tone while setting his glasses straight on his nose. His hair all tousled, his fingernails dirty. Somehow he always had to dig in the ground whenever he smoked pot. Today the ground was still wet from the rain last night. Draco was sitting on his cap, neatly folded. Draco never sat right on the ground. Harry could understand it perfectly, that boy's clothes were really pretty.
3.
He's good looking, he thought to himself, now examining the white face that looked so numb. 'The Little Malfoy got too high again' Harry giggled. Fred couldn't hold back anymore and his laughter sounded like bells walking trough the air. This ridiculousness wouldn't just go away- this moment was just too delightful. I love you. Harry clenched his hand on Fred's arm while gasping for air. They laughed together while Draco was trying to sit straight with his back against a tree. His lips were pale. His eyelids seemed to be too heavy for him, tho he was fighting bravely with what was in his blood.
4.
Harry got up and walked the few steps over to the boy. Even Fred couldn't find it amusing anymore. He wiped the tears of laughter from his face and now he was just looking at them, as their arms were crawling slowly around each others necks. Black hair on blond hair; Harry pressed his cheek against Draco's head.
5.
Fred checked if he still had the money the boys gave him. He smoked one more joint, and turned his back to them. He knew that there's no love bigger then heroin.
1.
'I love you' he muttered. Fred choked back a laugh. Harry shifted himself on his arms and looked at the lake.
2.
'Draco, you're the silliest person ever' he replied with a patronizing tone while setting his glasses straight on his nose. His hair all tousled, his fingernails dirty. Somehow he always had to dig in the ground whenever he smoked pot. Today the ground was still wet from the rain last night. Draco was sitting on his cap, neatly folded. Draco never sat right on the ground. Harry could understand it perfectly, that boy's clothes were really pretty.
3.
He's good looking, he thought to himself, now examining the white face that looked so numb. 'The Little Malfoy got too high again' Harry giggled. Fred couldn't hold back anymore and his laughter sounded like bells walking trough the air. This ridiculousness wouldn't just go away- this moment was just too delightful. I love you. Harry clenched his hand on Fred's arm while gasping for air. They laughed together while Draco was trying to sit straight with his back against a tree. His lips were pale. His eyelids seemed to be too heavy for him, tho he was fighting bravely with what was in his blood.
4.
Harry got up and walked the few steps over to the boy. Even Fred couldn't find it amusing anymore. He wiped the tears of laughter from his face and now he was just looking at them, as their arms were crawling slowly around each others necks. Black hair on blond hair; Harry pressed his cheek against Draco's head.
5.
Fred checked if he still had the money the boys gave him. He smoked one more joint, and turned his back to them. He knew that there's no love bigger then heroin.