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Falling snow
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Soft flecks of snow slowly descend from the sky, covering the earth in a cold blanket. A small draft passed through the window sending a shiver up his spine. Winter had come, bringing hollow voices and fake cheer. A frown was placed on the Gryffindor's face.
'Potter..'
It was at this time, when he would truly remember, every single painstaking memory. Memories, which should have been buried, and melted away when Spring came. But it stayed with him, burning it's image into his mind.
He hated winter but yet he loved it all the same. The snow, to him, that described everything. Those chilling gray eyes etched into his mind, achingly soft locks of hair his fingers yearned to run through, and those same haunting words that passed through him mind.
'We can't continue this Potter..'
Yes, he remembered that day clearly, they met by the lake, with snow falling like it was now.
"Malfoy." Harry greeted, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
The Slytherin didn't answer, just glanced at him, pain evident in his eyes, before turning his head in the direction of the lake, a puff of air escaping his lips.
"Potter..I'm turning sixteen soon and.."
Harry held his breath, his heart hammering in his ribcage. Dread sparked in the back of his mind, feeling the urge to crawl up in a corner, fearing the words to come.
"We can't continue this Potter."
End? Of course. They had no choice, after all his father was a death-eater and of course, he was to become one as well. After this, they were enemies, really enemies, never the ones they had pretended to be. Soon, those hands who caressed him, soothed him, pleasured him, would be holding the wand that could very well end his life. The very same lips who whispered sweet words would be whispering something else, the killing curse.
He gave a small chuckle. It was ironic really, the one whom he loved was destined to kill him. But he expected no less, they were playing a dangerous game, a game neither one would win.
Malfoy sighed, fishing a box of cigarettes out of his pocket, he held the box out to Harry who gladly took one. Smoke billowed into the air, giving it a stale taste.
Silence, it was easier this way. No words, no declarations of love, pleading, just quiet. Both knew, no matter how much words they said and cries they gave, things wouldn't change. They were doomed to be enemies. It was simple as that.
"Love thine enemy eh Malfoy?"
"Quite." He muttered tartly, discarding his cigarette and crushing it with the edge of his heel.
The Slytherin turned sharply on his heel and walked back to the castle.
"See you around Potter."
Soon after, he disappeared from Hogwarts, joining the ranks of Death eaters before him. Those four final words echoing within the recesses of his mind. His scar burned immensely, he knew, that they would be coming for him, and among them, he would be too. He took a sip of his coffee, the bitter taste leaving a mark on his tongue. He looked out the window watching the snow gather on his window sill.
A crash sounded followed by a voice, he smiled setting his cup down.
"Potter."
He inclined his head towards the doorway, whispering words only the blond would hear.
'See you around.'
Malfoy gritted his teeth, pointing his wand straight for the brunette's heart.
"Avada Kadavra!"
AN: Confused? Heh. I hoped you enjoyed this lovely little drabble. R&R Lovelies!