phew... *rings bells and throws confetti*
Hah! I made it. Barely, but I made it.
Many many good wishes to one of the most wonderful and most important (at least to me...^_~) people I know.
Happy Birthday, kedriaa!
*snuggleloves* I hope you had a great day, lady, and I also hope you like my little gift below. ♥♥
All the best and may your dreams and wishes come true. *squish*
Title: Snowflakes Dancing
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG
Warnings: Fluff
Disclaimer: The characters belong to their respective owners. The story is mine.
Summary: Isn’t it funny how sometimes the smallest things can suddenly change our perception of something or someone? Harry Potter is about to discover this, too.
Notes: Not compliant with DH Epilogue. Written for kedriaa for her B-Day. *smooch* love you, lady.
Snowflakes Dancing
Harry knew that if he were outside, the air would feel crisp and cold and smell of snow - snow that was falling softly from the gray-clouded sky and gently covered the castle and the surrounding land in a fluffy white blanket.
Harry himself was tucked into the corner of a windowsill that looked out onto a small circular court yard. Beyond the pillars of the ambulatory that enclosed the open roof space slivers of the lake and the hillside were visible, even through the curtain of snow. This remote wing of the castle was rarely used, and Harry, wrapped comfortably in a warming charm, enjoyed the undisturbed quiet that surrounded him. It wasn’t silent; there were the muted, distant sounds of life from the other parts of the castle, the occasional creaking of shifting doors and staircases, the fluttering of a lonely bird outside, but the pleasant normalcy and familiarity of these sounds only added to the peaceful and relaxed feeling.
He’d found this place shortly after returning to Hogwarts after the end of the War and had started to come here more and more often whenever he felt the need to be alone. Not to brood, nor to drag up sad memories, no, just to be and enjoy the world at peace. It wasn’t that he stopped socializing with people or spending time with his friends. He just found that he needed more time on his own than he used to, time to think, time to revel in the feeling of being alive without distraction.
He smiled. He knew he’d changed. They all had. That’s what the war did to people, but in their case, it had been mostly for the good. They had grown up, they had learned to value life - and each other.
The soft crunch of footsteps outside pulled Harry from his contemplations. He narrowed his eyes in slight irritation and peered outside, attempting to catch a glimpse of whoever dared to disturb him. He was aware that he probably wasn’t being fair. How would anyone know he was sitting here, especially if the person was outside? He was still annoyed, though. Leaning forward, he tried to get a better look - and jerked back when he saw who had entered the courtyard.
Draco Malfoy.
Harry had given his testimony to the Wizengamot on behalf of the Malfoys, but other than that he had mostly tried to ignore Draco, who surprisingly had returned to Hogwarts, as well. Most memories of his past interactions with the Malfoy family still left a bitter taste in his mouth and an unpleasant feeling in his stomach.
Cautiously, he peeked around the edge of the window again, not quite able to quench his curiosity. What was Malfoy doing here? Harry had never seen anyone in that courtyard since he’d started frequenting the place. And why did Malfoy appear to be concerned about being seen by someone, Harry wondered, as Malfoy kept glancing back and around again and again, worrying his lower lip as he shuffled into the open space.
Reaching the middle of the courtyard, Malfoy stopped and stood stock-still, and Harry unconsciously held his breath for several seconds before noticing it, as he waited for Malfoy to do whatever he’d come for. Harry didn’t suspect Malfoy of anything malicious or evil, even, not anymore, but he couldn’t help a certain wariness.
When Malfoy finally moved, it was nothing like Harry had expected. Malfoy extended his arms, holding them stretched out to both sides and tipped back his head. Fine strands of hair fell back from his forehead and his eyes closed briefly, then opened again. Almost seeming reluctant, his lips parted and his tongue darted out to catch the first snowflake that came its way. And then another one… and another one.
Harry stared, mesmerized, as Malfoy slowly turned on the spot, circling several times and all the while catching snowflakes on his tongue. Harry couldn’t remember a single time he’d seen Malfoy’s face this relaxed and unguarded, untainted by his usual sneer.
Malfoy was actually rather handsome. And right now, in the tranquil solitude of the snowy courtyard, the corners of his mouth curled in an honest smile and his eyes shining with delight, he could even be called beautiful.
Suddenly, voices could be heard calling from a distance and Malfoy jerked out of his playful dance with the snowflakes. With a quick, almost haunted look around, he hurriedly left the courtyard.
Harry was left with a trickle of regret and much to think about. He snuggled back into the corner and leaned his head against the smooth surface of the window’s polished stone frame as quiet once more descended upon him.
People changed. That’s what he had thought about earlier. And he had to admit, seeing this special moment, and an apparently very private side of Malfoy, albeit accidentally, had somehow piqued his curiosity as well as his interest.
Maybe he would try and talk to Malfoy sometime in the next couple of days.
Possibly as long as there was still snow on the ground, he decided with the hint of a smile.
Many many good wishes to one of the most wonderful and most important (at least to me...^_~) people I know.
Happy Birthday, kedriaa!
*snuggleloves* I hope you had a great day, lady, and I also hope you like my little gift below. ♥♥
All the best and may your dreams and wishes come true. *squish*
Title: Snowflakes Dancing
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG
Warnings: Fluff
Disclaimer: The characters belong to their respective owners. The story is mine.
Summary: Isn’t it funny how sometimes the smallest things can suddenly change our perception of something or someone? Harry Potter is about to discover this, too.
Notes: Not compliant with DH Epilogue. Written for kedriaa for her B-Day. *smooch* love you, lady.
Snowflakes Dancing
Harry knew that if he were outside, the air would feel crisp and cold and smell of snow - snow that was falling softly from the gray-clouded sky and gently covered the castle and the surrounding land in a fluffy white blanket.
Harry himself was tucked into the corner of a windowsill that looked out onto a small circular court yard. Beyond the pillars of the ambulatory that enclosed the open roof space slivers of the lake and the hillside were visible, even through the curtain of snow. This remote wing of the castle was rarely used, and Harry, wrapped comfortably in a warming charm, enjoyed the undisturbed quiet that surrounded him. It wasn’t silent; there were the muted, distant sounds of life from the other parts of the castle, the occasional creaking of shifting doors and staircases, the fluttering of a lonely bird outside, but the pleasant normalcy and familiarity of these sounds only added to the peaceful and relaxed feeling.
He’d found this place shortly after returning to Hogwarts after the end of the War and had started to come here more and more often whenever he felt the need to be alone. Not to brood, nor to drag up sad memories, no, just to be and enjoy the world at peace. It wasn’t that he stopped socializing with people or spending time with his friends. He just found that he needed more time on his own than he used to, time to think, time to revel in the feeling of being alive without distraction.
He smiled. He knew he’d changed. They all had. That’s what the war did to people, but in their case, it had been mostly for the good. They had grown up, they had learned to value life - and each other.
The soft crunch of footsteps outside pulled Harry from his contemplations. He narrowed his eyes in slight irritation and peered outside, attempting to catch a glimpse of whoever dared to disturb him. He was aware that he probably wasn’t being fair. How would anyone know he was sitting here, especially if the person was outside? He was still annoyed, though. Leaning forward, he tried to get a better look - and jerked back when he saw who had entered the courtyard.
Draco Malfoy.
Harry had given his testimony to the Wizengamot on behalf of the Malfoys, but other than that he had mostly tried to ignore Draco, who surprisingly had returned to Hogwarts, as well. Most memories of his past interactions with the Malfoy family still left a bitter taste in his mouth and an unpleasant feeling in his stomach.
Cautiously, he peeked around the edge of the window again, not quite able to quench his curiosity. What was Malfoy doing here? Harry had never seen anyone in that courtyard since he’d started frequenting the place. And why did Malfoy appear to be concerned about being seen by someone, Harry wondered, as Malfoy kept glancing back and around again and again, worrying his lower lip as he shuffled into the open space.
Reaching the middle of the courtyard, Malfoy stopped and stood stock-still, and Harry unconsciously held his breath for several seconds before noticing it, as he waited for Malfoy to do whatever he’d come for. Harry didn’t suspect Malfoy of anything malicious or evil, even, not anymore, but he couldn’t help a certain wariness.
When Malfoy finally moved, it was nothing like Harry had expected. Malfoy extended his arms, holding them stretched out to both sides and tipped back his head. Fine strands of hair fell back from his forehead and his eyes closed briefly, then opened again. Almost seeming reluctant, his lips parted and his tongue darted out to catch the first snowflake that came its way. And then another one… and another one.
Harry stared, mesmerized, as Malfoy slowly turned on the spot, circling several times and all the while catching snowflakes on his tongue. Harry couldn’t remember a single time he’d seen Malfoy’s face this relaxed and unguarded, untainted by his usual sneer.
Malfoy was actually rather handsome. And right now, in the tranquil solitude of the snowy courtyard, the corners of his mouth curled in an honest smile and his eyes shining with delight, he could even be called beautiful.
Suddenly, voices could be heard calling from a distance and Malfoy jerked out of his playful dance with the snowflakes. With a quick, almost haunted look around, he hurriedly left the courtyard.
Harry was left with a trickle of regret and much to think about. He snuggled back into the corner and leaned his head against the smooth surface of the window’s polished stone frame as quiet once more descended upon him.
People changed. That’s what he had thought about earlier. And he had to admit, seeing this special moment, and an apparently very private side of Malfoy, albeit accidentally, had somehow piqued his curiosity as well as his interest.
Maybe he would try and talk to Malfoy sometime in the next couple of days.
Possibly as long as there was still snow on the ground, he decided with the hint of a smile.