Through The Mist
Harry leaned forward, pressing his head against the ice-cold window. His warm breath condensing the glass as he watched the rain lashing down outside. He sighed heavily thinking about the torture a certain Blond had put him through. Not the endless insults, no, the torture of wanting something you know you can never have. That's how Harry felt about Draco.
Draco shivered as he stepped off the Hogwarts express and pulled his black robes tighter around his slender figure. He watched as The-Boy-That-Lived slowly trod towards the warmth and joy of the Hogwarts Feast. "Harry" he longingly whispered to himself. The only warmth Draco needed were Harry's arms wrapped around him, their bodies pressed together. The only joy he needed was knowing that Harry loved him in return. Sadly the Slytherin knew his dreams were never to be fulfilled.
Days passed and there wasn't a moment when Harry's thoughts weren't on Draco. Weather it be in potions, transfiguration or lunch. He loved the way he walked like a model, the way he talked with great passion. Why why why must he go through such pain? What would he do for one night with that body? What would he give for one kiss of those lips? Silently he reflected on the past six years he had endured of that beast ripping his heart out and spitting on his emotions. He suddenly stood with such force that he knocked back the small chair he had been sitting on. With a vision in his eyes and a wish in his heart he set out to catch a Dragon.
Footprints were left implanted in the soft white snow as a tall 18-year-old boy trudged out of Hogwarts. The wind blew his blond hair across his face but he wasn't concerned. He sat down on an old wooden bench by the edge of the forest and watched as a lost looking figure roamed about in the distance. What would he give for that to be Harry looking for him? He laid his head in his hands and closed his eyes. He sat like this for what seemed like a good hour until he heard footsteps and got a feeling someone was watching him. Looking up he came face to face with a round-eyed black haired somebody.
"Harry" he said coldly, his heart screaming with emotion
"Draco"
Draco was taken aback with the kindness in the tone and gazed in awe as the boy sat down next to him. What was happening? Why was he doing this? Had he found out? But all of Draco's questions were blown away as the boy-who-lived leaned in and closed the space between their two faces. Draco felt as if his heart would burst. For a moment he thought he had died and gone to heaven.
As Harry sat, lips locked with Draco's, his body felt as if it were on fire. He'd never known love was so magnificent. All his care, worries, problems had vanished and as long as he had draco and draco had him, nothing could ruin his world.
And as if by magic through the mist that had clouded their hearts, the love they had for each other tore through and united them as they were meant to be
What ya think? I know its very short but i think its sort ofsweet
