Prompt: Shampoo
Words: 97
Draco leaned forward, his nose buried deep into her bushy hair. Her shampoo smelled like strawberries.
His infatuation started long ago, but until now he hadn't acted on it. He was glad he did.
He looked down at her, smiling softly. She was perfect. She was happiness. She was sunshine on a cloudy day.
She was smart, beautiful, loyal. She belonged in this world, just as much as he did. How could someone believe otherwise?
There was no difference between the two of them. They were both just kids, trapped inside a war neither of them wanted.