Clouds

"Guess who?"

Small hands suddenly pressed against his face, covering his eyes.

"Hrm, I wonder," Draco murmured, smiling as he heard a girlish giggle. "Is it Blinky?"

More giggles.

"No. Try again."

"Orion?"

"NO!"

His smile widened. "I know, you're that toothless old troll that lives under the bridge."

"Daddy!"

Draco grinned and pulled the hands away from his eyes to see his daughter's glowering face. "Of course I know it's you, Adelle," he said with a laugh, pulling her into his arms. "How could I not know my own little girl's voice?"

Adelle smiled as she curled up on his chest and wrapped her arms around him as if he were a giant teddy bear. She rested her head against his shoulder and stared up at the sky where a few puffs of white had been stamped onto the blue.

"Oh, look, Daddy!" she exclaimed. "That cloud looks just like a unicorn!"

Draco stared at the cloud in question and couldn't help but smile. It did not look like a unicorn to him; in fact, every cloud looked exactly the same in his eyes, no matter what their shape, but then that was not what he was smiling about.

"What the hell are you doing in the middle of the Quidditch Pitch, Weasley?" Draco snapped after nearly tripping over her prostrate form.

"I'm creating cloud stories if you really must know," the redhead answered, still staring up at the sky.

"Cloud stories?" Draco frowned. "I don't get it."

"You know, making stories with cloud shapes," Ginny explained airily. "See, that one looks like a dragon, and that one there is a group of soldiers sitting at a table, and they're about to go get help from that wizard cloud so they can rescue the princess."

"Princess?"

"The blobby looking one over there." Ginny wrinkled her nose. "It's a shame the princess isn't very pretty."

Draco stared at her like she was insane. "It's a cloud."

"I know."

"So it just looks like a cloud."

Ginny sighed. "You clearly have no imagination."

"I never needed one. Only poor people need an imagination."

"Then I feel sorry for you," Ginny said, gazing back at the sky. "You can't even make cloud stories."

"Daddy?"

Draco blinked and saw Adelle frowning at him.

"Sorry, honey," he said with an apologetic smile. "Now what were you saying about that unicorn?"


Prompt 45: Clouds

Words: 394