Not my best work, I know. But I think it's cute ^_^ Please don't flame me for this, it's a simple attempt at fluff. I apologize if you don't like slash, but why'd you bother to click on this link, then? Enjoy, slash shippers! ^_^
It was the middle of summer vacation, the day had been sunny and warm, and now the night was clear and beautiful. Draco was sitting on the window bench of his large bedroom at Malfoy Manor, staring out into the dark night and at the twinkling stars. They looked like diamonds, sewn onto velvet. The moon was out too, it's silver rays shining down on Draco's pale face and soft, blonde hair.
In the middle of the room, up against the wall, his bed was filled with gifts from his parents and friends. Today was Draco's seventeenth birthday. He'd recieved many wonderful things, including the latest in brooms. All his presents were great, what more could any boy want? Draco knew he should be happy, but he wasn't.
Something was missing. Something he couldn't quite name, but he knew it wasn't there. Draco blinked, then lowered his brows as he concentrated on something approaching. As whatever it was got closer, coming out of the dark, Draco saw it was an owl. His brows rose in confusion. What now? All his friends and relatives had sent him something already. What could this possibly be?
The owl swooped in the open window, and landed on the bench in front of Draco. He stared at it with interest and curiosity. The owl had brought a small package, wrapped in tan paper and a red ribbon. The owl, which was pure white, hooted at Draco, then flew back out the window.
Draco watched it fly away until it was out of sight, then turned back to the package. Slowly, he leaned forward slightly and took it into his hands. Placing it on his lap, he pulled the ribbon off, then tore the paper. Draco dropped the paper to the floor, then lifted the lid of the exposed box. Inside, he found three things: a dark purple rose, a beautiful crystal dragon statue, and a letter. Draco admired the statue, holding it up so he could study it. The moon's silver rays seemed to make it glow, the dragon's emerald eyes sparkling. Draco carefully put it down next to the rose, then picked up the letter, opening it.
"Draco," it read,
"did you think I'd forgotten? Not possible. Enjoy the statue, and the rose. They both reminded me of you: beautiful.
Yours truly,
Harry James Potter."
Draco lowered the letter from his gaze, turning his head to stare out the window again. He knew that he was out there, somewhere. And that perhaps, he was looking at the same sky. Draco smiled, now everything was complete.
It was the middle of summer vacation, the day had been sunny and warm, and now the night was clear and beautiful. Draco was sitting on the window bench of his large bedroom at Malfoy Manor, staring out into the dark night and at the twinkling stars. They looked like diamonds, sewn onto velvet. The moon was out too, it's silver rays shining down on Draco's pale face and soft, blonde hair.
In the middle of the room, up against the wall, his bed was filled with gifts from his parents and friends. Today was Draco's seventeenth birthday. He'd recieved many wonderful things, including the latest in brooms. All his presents were great, what more could any boy want? Draco knew he should be happy, but he wasn't.
Something was missing. Something he couldn't quite name, but he knew it wasn't there. Draco blinked, then lowered his brows as he concentrated on something approaching. As whatever it was got closer, coming out of the dark, Draco saw it was an owl. His brows rose in confusion. What now? All his friends and relatives had sent him something already. What could this possibly be?
The owl swooped in the open window, and landed on the bench in front of Draco. He stared at it with interest and curiosity. The owl had brought a small package, wrapped in tan paper and a red ribbon. The owl, which was pure white, hooted at Draco, then flew back out the window.
Draco watched it fly away until it was out of sight, then turned back to the package. Slowly, he leaned forward slightly and took it into his hands. Placing it on his lap, he pulled the ribbon off, then tore the paper. Draco dropped the paper to the floor, then lifted the lid of the exposed box. Inside, he found three things: a dark purple rose, a beautiful crystal dragon statue, and a letter. Draco admired the statue, holding it up so he could study it. The moon's silver rays seemed to make it glow, the dragon's emerald eyes sparkling. Draco carefully put it down next to the rose, then picked up the letter, opening it.
"Draco," it read,
"did you think I'd forgotten? Not possible. Enjoy the statue, and the rose. They both reminded me of you: beautiful.
Yours truly,
Harry James Potter."
Draco lowered the letter from his gaze, turning his head to stare out the window again. He knew that he was out there, somewhere. And that perhaps, he was looking at the same sky. Draco smiled, now everything was complete.