Author: MaxKitten
Disclaimer: Not mine, I don't even pretend to own them. If you sue me, all you'll be doing is keeping me from a college education, and that wouldn't be nice!
Reviews: Welcome and encouraged, constructive criticism is okay, but all flames will be printed and turned into ash.
Rating: So far, PG, but if I continue, it will probably get up to R.
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Warning: This story, as of now, contains mild slash (boy/boy). If I continue writing, it will contain not-so-mild slash. If you don't like this leave now. You have been warned.
AN: Enjoy!!
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Harry had been flying for hours, waiting for the sky to open up. Dark ominous clouds loomed over head, promising a blizzard.
Harry loved flying through the snow. The way he couldn't see made him feel as if he were all alone, but he didn't want that today. Today he wanted company. Today he wanted someone to join him, to soar with him through the down pouring of white. Harry didn't want the usually comforting solidarity. All the snow would make him feel today was frightened.
Frightened because he couldn't see the ground. Frightened because, if the storm took him away, he would never see that someone again.
Harry wanted to fly away with his boy. His boy who reminded him of the snow; so pure and white. The color of his eyes like the iced over lake, blue on days with clear skies, and angry gray on others. They could change so quickly just like the storm. One moment the storm is raging, howling wind, the next it is calm as death. Those eyes that can never really decide what color they are, but you love them anyway.
The snow is just starting now, building a swirling rhythm fast. Harry is turning his broom, getting ready to fly into the storm, when his boy of white, his stormy love glides up next to him, calm in the face of the torrent of snow.
The storm wind's around them as one whispered word is lost to the wind.
"Draco?"
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So yeah, that's the end for now. If you want more, review and tell me so, and I will try to get the plot bunnies moving again!
Disclaimer: Not mine, I don't even pretend to own them. If you sue me, all you'll be doing is keeping me from a college education, and that wouldn't be nice!
Reviews: Welcome and encouraged, constructive criticism is okay, but all flames will be printed and turned into ash.
Rating: So far, PG, but if I continue, it will probably get up to R.
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Warning: This story, as of now, contains mild slash (boy/boy). If I continue writing, it will contain not-so-mild slash. If you don't like this leave now. You have been warned.
AN: Enjoy!!
***
Harry had been flying for hours, waiting for the sky to open up. Dark ominous clouds loomed over head, promising a blizzard.
Harry loved flying through the snow. The way he couldn't see made him feel as if he were all alone, but he didn't want that today. Today he wanted company. Today he wanted someone to join him, to soar with him through the down pouring of white. Harry didn't want the usually comforting solidarity. All the snow would make him feel today was frightened.
Frightened because he couldn't see the ground. Frightened because, if the storm took him away, he would never see that someone again.
Harry wanted to fly away with his boy. His boy who reminded him of the snow; so pure and white. The color of his eyes like the iced over lake, blue on days with clear skies, and angry gray on others. They could change so quickly just like the storm. One moment the storm is raging, howling wind, the next it is calm as death. Those eyes that can never really decide what color they are, but you love them anyway.
The snow is just starting now, building a swirling rhythm fast. Harry is turning his broom, getting ready to fly into the storm, when his boy of white, his stormy love glides up next to him, calm in the face of the torrent of snow.
The storm wind's around them as one whispered word is lost to the wind.
"Draco?"
***
So yeah, that's the end for now. If you want more, review and tell me so, and I will try to get the plot bunnies moving again!