Title: Twenty Five Winter Nights

Author: Kuroshin

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: TMRHP/LVHP

Warnings: Slash

Disclaimer: Do not own HP.

A/N: The first meme theme of the 25 themes for this drabble. Hope you enjoy! Criticism is welcomed.

==Snowflakes==

He remembered when he was younger how all the kids around him seemed to get excited when this white fluff came down from the skies. He never understood why as all he could remember was how cold it felt when it hit is skin as he shoveled it away from the side walks and drive ways. His uncle and aunt would never let him go outside and play with the other children in the bright and cold white fluff. If anything they made sure to give him the thinnest clothes just to make sure he returned back inside to the warmth of the house to finish his other chores.

It wasn't under he finally went to Hogwarts that he learned of how fun the white fluff could be. He remembered the laughter and joy that helped keep them warm as they'd wrap the white fluff into tight balls and throw them at one another. Or that one year where the twins had decided that they all had to make forts with enchanted snowmen to guard the magic hideaways. The castles of snow were beautiful, even if they only lasted for a few days before their snowball wars and the wild winter nights destroyed them.

The one thing he remembered the most though was that one year in seventh year where it had been snowing so hard for the last week or so. Where he woke up late into the night to notice the storm had finally died down. A sudden urge had him dressing in his winter clothes and sneaking downstairs and out the front doors to the castle. He was amazed at how beautiful the Forbidden Forest looked, all covered in white ice giving it such an enchanting look from the normal horror that it was.

He'd walked without a care, his mind just taking in the magnificent site of the grounds. It was the feel of strong arms wrapping around his torso, pulling him close to and equally strong chest and the feel of warm breath ghosting against his ear that pulled him from his thoughts.

"You're going to catch a cold, kit," the voice whispered. It sent shivers through his body as the breath caressed his skin. It wasn't the first time that he'd ended up in this situation with the person behind him, but it seemed all the more mystical with the surreal picture around him.

"I'll be fine," he managed to mumble out; "Shouldn't you be sleeping?"

"So should you." He couldn't argue that. It was three in the morning and any sane person would've been curled in their bed, hidden away from the cold that existed outside. But he wasn't normal was he? The icy world surrounded them, sparkling in the moonlight while soft balls of fluff gently fell from the sky. It was so much better than the harsh winds and whiteness that had kept them all from going to Care of Magical Creatures or Herbology.

"It's so...beautiful though," he finally replied as he continued to stare out at the world. He felt the arms tighten and pull him deeper into the embrace.

"Not as beautiful as you." His face flushed a darker red at the comment. He wanted to deny it, but he knew by now that it was futile to argue with the other man. He'd learned that the hard way.

A kiss was gently pressed behind his year, not exactly helping his blushing state. "We should get inside before you freeze." He turned and glanced at amused scarlet eyes as the other spoke. "Draco will have my head if he finds out about this."

"I guess," he managed to mumble, looking away for a second. "I don't want to worry Hermione either. Her rants can be so vicious at times." Bright green eyes caught the small smile that managed to appear on the other's face. Another kiss was given, this time a chaste one upon his lips. He pressed back just lightly before burying his head in the crook of the other person's neck.

"Do you know how adorable you look right now, Harry? With white flakes of snow powdering both your clothes and hair, they almost seem like stars." He chose not to reply, unable to really considering the comment. He knew he should've been use to them, but every time the scarlet eyed man spoke them he couldn't help but seem to lose his voice. Thus they both stood there for a few minutes longer.; one person glancing out at the wintery world while the other clung and tried to hide his redness. Finally Harry found his voice.

"Let's go inside, Tom."

He felt the arms around him give one last squeeze before losing enough for them to break apart. Harry quickly grabbed Tom's hand, giving it a squeeze before they began their trail back to the school. He knew he'd remember this winter for many years afterwards. After all, it was the first time he could enjoy the falling snowflakes and their beauty with one of the most important people in his life. Of course, the pictures taken by a night owl Luna would help with keeping that memory for a long time.