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A deep glittering bed of snow covered the castle and grounds. Harry gazed longingly up at the bewitched ceiling in the great hall which displayed a clear, crisp and cloudless gray sky. He ate lunch quickly, and hurried up to the dorms to get on his scarf and gloves. He couldn't wait to enjoy the first day of the holidays.
When he bounded into dormitory, the first thing he spotted was a message, scrawled on the frosty window panes. "Come outside." It said. Harry grinned and rushed to put on his things.
He burst out the doors in a cheerful flurry of snow and peered around for the sending of the message. In the distance on the grounds he spotted a green and silver scarf, with a matching hat bobbing above it. A green glove rose into the air and waved. Harry waved back and waded into the foot deep snow, setting off for the far away figure.
Harry panted, a merry red color in his cheeks as he reached the grinning boy, who was wearing a white sweater and a similar grin on his face. "Glad you got my message." Said Draco.
"How did you get it up there? Slytherins aren't allowed in our common room!" Said Harry, looking only slightly suspicious.
"Of course I wasn't in your common room! I've only bewitched the window to say my message." Draco smiled mischievously, and Harry noticed for the first time that he had his hands behind his back. Draco, as if reading his thoughts pulled his arms around to reveal a quaint little snowball in his right hand, which he promptly threw at Harry's head. Harry dodged, the snowball whizzing past his ear, and took the opportunity to scoop up some snow of his own.
A furious snowball fight ensued, the both of them laughing until they choked as snowballs hit them square in the side of the head. Forty five minutes later, both of them huffing, and glowing very red, they collapsed side by side in the snow. Their steamy breaths filled the air for a few minutes as their cheeks cooled, and Draco slid his arms up and down making impressions in the snow. "What are you doing, Draco?" said Harry, playfully.
"Makin' a snow angel." Replied Malfoy lazily gazing up at the sky.
Draco rolled over on top of Harry, and pushed his red and golden hat off into the snow so he could ruffle his hair. "What are you doing?"
Harry's cheeks had cooled, but now they flushed a brilliant red, and he couldn't take his eyes off of Draco's cool grey ones. "They match the sky...:" Harry found himself thinking aloud.
"What matches the sky?" asked Draco, smiling.
"Uhm...Eyes. Your eyes." Said Harry awkwardly
"Is that so?" replied Draco, now grinning broadly, his steamy breath pouring softly onto Harry's face. Harry blushed even darker, realizing how close he was. Draco looked softly into his face for a moment, his eyes resting on Harry's, and then he said, "May I kiss you?"
"Uh...I...Well, you know...That is....Wait, what?" stammered Harry.
Draco smiled. "You heard me."
"Well then...I guess...I mean...If you - - "
Draco pressed a finger to Harry's lips, quieting him. He leaned forward and touched his lips softly to Harry's.
The crisp winter air swept across the grounds but two certain boys lying in the snow didn't even notice.
A deep glittering bed of snow covered the castle and grounds. Harry gazed longingly up at the bewitched ceiling in the great hall which displayed a clear, crisp and cloudless gray sky. He ate lunch quickly, and hurried up to the dorms to get on his scarf and gloves. He couldn't wait to enjoy the first day of the holidays.
When he bounded into dormitory, the first thing he spotted was a message, scrawled on the frosty window panes. "Come outside." It said. Harry grinned and rushed to put on his things.
He burst out the doors in a cheerful flurry of snow and peered around for the sending of the message. In the distance on the grounds he spotted a green and silver scarf, with a matching hat bobbing above it. A green glove rose into the air and waved. Harry waved back and waded into the foot deep snow, setting off for the far away figure.
Harry panted, a merry red color in his cheeks as he reached the grinning boy, who was wearing a white sweater and a similar grin on his face. "Glad you got my message." Said Draco.
"How did you get it up there? Slytherins aren't allowed in our common room!" Said Harry, looking only slightly suspicious.
"Of course I wasn't in your common room! I've only bewitched the window to say my message." Draco smiled mischievously, and Harry noticed for the first time that he had his hands behind his back. Draco, as if reading his thoughts pulled his arms around to reveal a quaint little snowball in his right hand, which he promptly threw at Harry's head. Harry dodged, the snowball whizzing past his ear, and took the opportunity to scoop up some snow of his own.
A furious snowball fight ensued, the both of them laughing until they choked as snowballs hit them square in the side of the head. Forty five minutes later, both of them huffing, and glowing very red, they collapsed side by side in the snow. Their steamy breaths filled the air for a few minutes as their cheeks cooled, and Draco slid his arms up and down making impressions in the snow. "What are you doing, Draco?" said Harry, playfully.
"Makin' a snow angel." Replied Malfoy lazily gazing up at the sky.
Draco rolled over on top of Harry, and pushed his red and golden hat off into the snow so he could ruffle his hair. "What are you doing?"
Harry's cheeks had cooled, but now they flushed a brilliant red, and he couldn't take his eyes off of Draco's cool grey ones. "They match the sky...:" Harry found himself thinking aloud.
"What matches the sky?" asked Draco, smiling.
"Uhm...Eyes. Your eyes." Said Harry awkwardly
"Is that so?" replied Draco, now grinning broadly, his steamy breath pouring softly onto Harry's face. Harry blushed even darker, realizing how close he was. Draco looked softly into his face for a moment, his eyes resting on Harry's, and then he said, "May I kiss you?"
"Uh...I...Well, you know...That is....Wait, what?" stammered Harry.
Draco smiled. "You heard me."
"Well then...I guess...I mean...If you - - "
Draco pressed a finger to Harry's lips, quieting him. He leaned forward and touched his lips softly to Harry's.
The crisp winter air swept across the grounds but two certain boys lying in the snow didn't even notice.