To Be Wanting
Title: To be wanting
Author: purple-Lights
Summary: Draco started off alone on Christmas Day and ended up taken.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: 8th year fic, bonding
Word Count: 682
Author Notes: I blame this story on my sleepiness!
Disclaimer: I make no money from this fic.
Draco sighed in an empty, snow-filled courtyard in Hogwarts and watched with feigned interest as his breath came out as a puff of warm air. It was Christmas day and he spent almost all of it alone: Father was serving his time in Azakaban, he didn't want to go home to his mother in the Manor (the place held too many terrible memories) and most of his friends now went to a different school.
A chirp to the left pulled Draco out of his depressing thoughts. He smiled softly when he saw it was one of the fairies that was taken with him since they started to float around Hogwarts. He smiled, "Well I'm not fully alone."
"Malfoy?"
Draco turned and his eyes widen as he stared into the emerald eyes of Harry Potter.
"Yes, Potter?" Draco felt slightly disturbed, Potter showing up exactly where he was at, it reminded him too much of his sixth year.
Potter walked forward until he was several feet from Draco, who squirmed slightly back on the bench he was sitting on. "What are you doing out here?"
Draco snorted and raised a eyebrow. "I'm sitting in a snowy courtyard."
Potter nodded. "I know that, but aren't you lonely?"
"I'm not alone, Potter, I do have company." As if on command the three fairies that had commandeer his hair, flew out and surveyed Potter, one of them even tugged on Potter's hair, making Draco smile softly before they flew back to their hiding spot.
"I see that, but aren't you getting cold?"
Draco frowned and he thought he saw Potter's eyes dart to lips, however, more snow was beginning to fall and Draco couldn't be sure.
"I can cast a good warming charm and if I get sick," Draco continued when he saw Potter's mouth open again, "I know how to brew a Pepperup Potion."
Potter bite his lip. "It's Christmas, Malfoy, no one deserves to be alone today."
Draco frowned, he hated when people took pity on him. "I told you before that I wasn't alone, however, if it bothers you that much, I'll return to the dorms." Draco stood abruptly and hastily walked back to Hogwarts grande entrance, ignoring the fairies chriping at him for moving too fast and Potter's mad dash to catch up for him.
"Wait!" Potter grabbed his left wrist.
Draco stopped but didn't turn around. "Don't you have people to be around in the dormitories, Potter?"
"I spent time with them this morning. Also, I'm sorry if I said something that offended you, but I thought you might like some company--besides the fairies."
The fairies moved from Draco's hair to tug on his collar, urging him to turn around. He turned and was glad his face easily turned pink in the winter, because Potter's pleading face along with his wind-blown hair that had snow in it was too adorable. "I'm fine being with the fairies. Besides which, why do you care?"
Potter groaned and squeezed the hand that held Draco's harder. "Because I like you! And I've been trying to talk you since school started, but I never seem to say the right thing and you always walk away from me and I'm left with nothing except for the sight of your spectacular ass."
Draco gasped with a flaming face and stared into Potter's eyes.
Potter leaned forward slowly and tilted his head so their lips would have better contact.
Draco closed his eyes when he felt slightly chapped lips touch his. It was only when he heard a gaggle of giggles did Draco pulled away to stare at the sight around them. There were fairies. Lot's of pure white fairies, that surrounded them reminiscent of a tornado with them as the eye of the storm.
The way Potter's arms tighten around his waist (and when did they get there?) told Draco that Potter knew what this meant. White symbolizes purity, Chrsitmas was a powerful magic day that dealt with wishes and fairies which symbolizes nature; they were bonded. One of the rarest, purest forms of bounding: Todas las Almas.
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spanish: For all the souls (Todas las Almas)
Author: purple-Lights
Summary: Draco started off alone on Christmas Day and ended up taken.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: 8th year fic, bonding
Word Count: 682
Author Notes: I blame this story on my sleepiness!
Disclaimer: I make no money from this fic.
Draco sighed in an empty, snow-filled courtyard in Hogwarts and watched with feigned interest as his breath came out as a puff of warm air. It was Christmas day and he spent almost all of it alone: Father was serving his time in Azakaban, he didn't want to go home to his mother in the Manor (the place held too many terrible memories) and most of his friends now went to a different school.
A chirp to the left pulled Draco out of his depressing thoughts. He smiled softly when he saw it was one of the fairies that was taken with him since they started to float around Hogwarts. He smiled, "Well I'm not fully alone."
"Malfoy?"
Draco turned and his eyes widen as he stared into the emerald eyes of Harry Potter.
"Yes, Potter?" Draco felt slightly disturbed, Potter showing up exactly where he was at, it reminded him too much of his sixth year.
Potter walked forward until he was several feet from Draco, who squirmed slightly back on the bench he was sitting on. "What are you doing out here?"
Draco snorted and raised a eyebrow. "I'm sitting in a snowy courtyard."
Potter nodded. "I know that, but aren't you lonely?"
"I'm not alone, Potter, I do have company." As if on command the three fairies that had commandeer his hair, flew out and surveyed Potter, one of them even tugged on Potter's hair, making Draco smile softly before they flew back to their hiding spot.
"I see that, but aren't you getting cold?"
Draco frowned and he thought he saw Potter's eyes dart to lips, however, more snow was beginning to fall and Draco couldn't be sure.
"I can cast a good warming charm and if I get sick," Draco continued when he saw Potter's mouth open again, "I know how to brew a Pepperup Potion."
Potter bite his lip. "It's Christmas, Malfoy, no one deserves to be alone today."
Draco frowned, he hated when people took pity on him. "I told you before that I wasn't alone, however, if it bothers you that much, I'll return to the dorms." Draco stood abruptly and hastily walked back to Hogwarts grande entrance, ignoring the fairies chriping at him for moving too fast and Potter's mad dash to catch up for him.
"Wait!" Potter grabbed his left wrist.
Draco stopped but didn't turn around. "Don't you have people to be around in the dormitories, Potter?"
"I spent time with them this morning. Also, I'm sorry if I said something that offended you, but I thought you might like some company--besides the fairies."
The fairies moved from Draco's hair to tug on his collar, urging him to turn around. He turned and was glad his face easily turned pink in the winter, because Potter's pleading face along with his wind-blown hair that had snow in it was too adorable. "I'm fine being with the fairies. Besides which, why do you care?"
Potter groaned and squeezed the hand that held Draco's harder. "Because I like you! And I've been trying to talk you since school started, but I never seem to say the right thing and you always walk away from me and I'm left with nothing except for the sight of your spectacular ass."
Draco gasped with a flaming face and stared into Potter's eyes.
Potter leaned forward slowly and tilted his head so their lips would have better contact.
Draco closed his eyes when he felt slightly chapped lips touch his. It was only when he heard a gaggle of giggles did Draco pulled away to stare at the sight around them. There were fairies. Lot's of pure white fairies, that surrounded them reminiscent of a tornado with them as the eye of the storm.
The way Potter's arms tighten around his waist (and when did they get there?) told Draco that Potter knew what this meant. White symbolizes purity, Chrsitmas was a powerful magic day that dealt with wishes and fairies which symbolizes nature; they were bonded. One of the rarest, purest forms of bounding: Todas las Almas.
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spanish: For all the souls (Todas las Almas)