Resolutions
Title: Resolutions
Author: potteresque_Ire
Team: Auror
Word Count: 100 X 4
Rating: PG
Challenge: Resolutions
Author’s Notes: Happy New Year everyone! I haven’t played for ages ... and I hope the quality is still up to par. Critiques and comments always welcomed! :)
Harry had never made new year’s resolutions before the war ended.
True, he could have stood on the Gryffindor Tower and shouted his dreams to the sky. Of peace. Friendship. Love. But the winds had been strong and the snow fierce. His words would have been lost.
Besides, the victory had never been a plan. It had been a necessity.
His first resolution was to be a deserving hero; so was his second resolution, his third …. He dedicated his life to maintaining a peace fragile as his dreams, and in the process, sacrificed his friends, and finally, his marriage.
*~*~*
Draco had made his first new year’s resolution before he could remember.
His joy had always been in the announcement - that a shining jewel had been uncovered in this world, one worthy of his taking.
He had shared his plans with his family, then, his friends.
Soon, the war had begun. His Father could no longer afford to hear his dreams; as for his friends - Draco had stopped trusting them. He remembered that one night, when he had stood on the Astronomy Tower, proclaiming into the snowstorm that the task was his to accomplish.
That had been his last resolution.
*~*~*
It has been years since the war - how many years? Harry has lost count. He has yet to awaken from last night, from the premature inebriation - of his mind, then his body - long before the countdown to the new year had begun.
Now should be the time to make his only resolution; but the bed is soft and warm, and foreign as it is, much more comfortable than his own. The blistering snow outside only accentuates the quiet peace of the room.
He closes his eyes, snuggles against the thick comforter, and lets himself be sheltered.
If only for once.
*~*~*
The rising steam is undoubtedly the cause of Draco’s blush. He tries to place the mug on the nightstand as quietly as he can, but his trembling hand fail to cooperate. A soft tinkle emits from the glass.
The heap on Draco’s bed stirs. Eyes, drunk with sleep, peek over the comforter.
“Good morning.”
“Mmmph,” is all of Harry’s reply; a sniff, and a face finally emerges. “Chocolate.”
Draco smiles and nods; as he does, he renews his tradition of making resolutions, only that he makes no effort to announce them.
His soon-to-be lover will know about this year’s anyway.
~ Finis
Author: potteresque_Ire
Team: Auror
Word Count: 100 X 4
Rating: PG
Challenge: Resolutions
Author’s Notes: Happy New Year everyone! I haven’t played for ages ... and I hope the quality is still up to par. Critiques and comments always welcomed! :)
Harry had never made new year’s resolutions before the war ended.
True, he could have stood on the Gryffindor Tower and shouted his dreams to the sky. Of peace. Friendship. Love. But the winds had been strong and the snow fierce. His words would have been lost.
Besides, the victory had never been a plan. It had been a necessity.
His first resolution was to be a deserving hero; so was his second resolution, his third …. He dedicated his life to maintaining a peace fragile as his dreams, and in the process, sacrificed his friends, and finally, his marriage.
*~*~*
Draco had made his first new year’s resolution before he could remember.
His joy had always been in the announcement - that a shining jewel had been uncovered in this world, one worthy of his taking.
He had shared his plans with his family, then, his friends.
Soon, the war had begun. His Father could no longer afford to hear his dreams; as for his friends - Draco had stopped trusting them. He remembered that one night, when he had stood on the Astronomy Tower, proclaiming into the snowstorm that the task was his to accomplish.
That had been his last resolution.
*~*~*
It has been years since the war - how many years? Harry has lost count. He has yet to awaken from last night, from the premature inebriation - of his mind, then his body - long before the countdown to the new year had begun.
Now should be the time to make his only resolution; but the bed is soft and warm, and foreign as it is, much more comfortable than his own. The blistering snow outside only accentuates the quiet peace of the room.
He closes his eyes, snuggles against the thick comforter, and lets himself be sheltered.
If only for once.
*~*~*
The rising steam is undoubtedly the cause of Draco’s blush. He tries to place the mug on the nightstand as quietly as he can, but his trembling hand fail to cooperate. A soft tinkle emits from the glass.
The heap on Draco’s bed stirs. Eyes, drunk with sleep, peek over the comforter.
“Good morning.”
“Mmmph,” is all of Harry’s reply; a sniff, and a face finally emerges. “Chocolate.”
Draco smiles and nods; as he does, he renews his tradition of making resolutions, only that he makes no effort to announce them.
His soon-to-be lover will know about this year’s anyway.
~ Finis