Prompt: Rain
Given: Fluteorwrite (Hope you like it!)
The rain pelted Hogwarts grounds making it smell refreshed, and clean, pure, and innocent. It made Draco's usually stiff stature relaxed under the downpour; he loved the rain, and he loved the rain at Hogwarts more than any.
The blonde sat out at the dock watching the Giant Squid glide along under the puddled surface of the lake. The precipitation made indents on the murky water, clouds above were grey, and Draco sat, absorbing the moisture around him. The day was humid, cold, but in no way reflected his mood; he smiled up at the spitting sky.
His legs swung in rhythm to a song in his head as he hummed the tune. Silver eyes were closed in pleasure. Rain was his most favorite weather. It was a well-kept secret that he'd prefer not to get out; no one is supposed to know of it. He soon quieted, now wishing to listen to the soft rain patting on him, and the world around him.
Draco understood how to appreciate nature as well as appreciate a good potion. This was something his favorite Potions Master did not learn; he favored the dark dwelling dungeons during the day, and prowling the halls after lights out. The Malfoy actually had plans to intern, be an apprentice, and then come back to Hogwarts to replace the position. He could never replace Severus Snape. He wouldn't dream of it.
Rainy days made him look back, made him reminisce. The dangerous nostalgic feeling almost crippled his heart as his thoughts traveled to Victor, his father, now in Azkaban, and everyone he knew who perished in the war last year. The thought of the war lead him to Harry. Everything now-a-days lead him to the thought of Harry.
"Speak of the Devil, and the Devil shall appear. Hey, Malfoy," The raven said taking a seat next to Draco.
Damn, I need to stop mumbling my thoughts to myself. "Potter," he greeted back.
"What are ya' doing out here?"
"Sitting, Breathing, Surviving, You?" Draco's deep grey eyes locked with the similar colored sky.
"'Bout the same," he flashed the other boy a charming smile, green eyes seemed to shine brighter through the rain drops. He shot Harry a soft smile. The raven smirked, his hand sliding over Draco's slim pale one.
"It's almost been a year…" Draco sighed, sight setting on Harry with hooded lids.
"I know, love, and we'll get through it," Harry cupped Draco's cheek and connected their lips in a sweet, loving, lingering kiss. "Together."