A very late drabble - the 'Night and Day' series.
OMG, I'm so sorry that this is so late. There's a whole story that goes along with it, and I hope that you all forgive me!
Ok, here it is:
Yesterday, after I had gone out to take pictures of the lovely snow outside with my mother, I had come in to write, since my muse was just aching to be let out. So I started yesertday's drabble, so ready for my ideas to come out onto paper. However, the second I got to around 130 words, my friend came into my room, asking me why in the world I wasn't read to go. Apparently, we were to go beingche'ing at 10 o'clock, not 3 o'clock in the afternoon as I had previously thought.
So, without having taken a shower or brushing my teeth (*cringe*), I went out with my friends for a number of hours, playing until my toes nearly fell off, and then to eat lunch. I'll admit I had fun, and I'll have to post pictures up later, so you all can see what exactly are beingche's.
I got home around 2, and my friends, since they all love me, would not leave my house. When anyone comes over to my neighborhood, they always come to my house, staying as late as they possibly can. And, because I try not to be rude, I didn't sit down at my computer to write. All my ideas slowly disapeared, and I began to be worried.
Then, I was invited to spend the night over at one of my friend's place. I agreed, just as long as I was able to use her computer, because they understand that writing is very important to me.
So, last night I stayed up until half past 12 trying to write while my friends watched two movies. I finished the drabble right before the power to the laptop cut out. PHew.
So, here it is. Shorter than usual, and not as good as I wanted, since I forgot a lot of the ideas and concepts that I wanted to include. I hope you guys like it, and I'll be sure to have another one up in several hours!
Series title: Night and Day series - Valentine's Day Countdown
Title: It's snowing
Author: serinamalfoy
Word Count: 746
Rating: G
Pairing: H/D
Disclaimer: JKR's, not mine. Don't sue.
Summary: It’s snowing, and the world’s a perfect place.
Dedication: To the ever lovely crikkita, and to all my commentors - I love you all, and I appreciate your dedication to this series.
A/N: It's not as fluffy as I wanted, and I hope that I'll have enough time to write more fluff to post for today's drabble. Please forgive me for it being 13 hours late!
Catch up?
Day 1 - Only to You
Night 1 - What rain feels like
Day 2 - Date
Night 2 - In his Father's footsteps
Day 3 - All I want
Night 3 - Avenging
Day 4 - It's snowing
It amazes him, the snow does. Especially today, as it falls at a diagonal one way, then farther ahead, he sees it fall the opposite way. They remind him of feathers, translucent and flitting down to the blanketed ground. Or like cotton balls - tremendously big and fluffy, clouding his vision when they get caught on his long lashes. He blinks repeatedly, bedazzled at the texture he sees at different angles. It’s snowing, and everything’s tainted with innocence.
All the sounds of nature and man seem so distant to him, outside the field of fog and snow packed clouds. Everything’s muffled, and the only thing that’s clear to him is the sound of the passing flakes of ice, flowing down in a hazy current. There, on his face, is a memory of a smile, as he looks at the perfect world around him. He sighs in happiness, glad that he has been able to be here for so long - glad he has been able to spend most of his life here.
His father has never allowed him to go out into the gardens on the Manor. He remembers the dull days he had spent sitting, watching the snow as it danced merrily without him. His father has always reprimanded him for staring out the window - it isn’t something Malfoy’s do. He has stopped, only to sneak glances at the snow when his father isn’t around.
He stops to look down at his feet, seeing a layer of cotton-like snow on the tips of his shoes. He smiles with childish glee, quickly looking around to make sure no one else is around. Stooping down, he writes his name in the cloud-like blanket, grateful that no one else would be out today. Everyone’s at Hogsmeade, and he happily feels the cool wet sensation of the snow melting on his glove, seeping through to his skin.
He hears laughter - a sound so joyous, it pains him, because it’s not his own. He lifts his head, in search of the sound’s source. He climbs up the snowy hill, looking over to the lake. There, in the distance, he sees three figures. They’re on chairs, sliding across the lake with sticks in their hands. They seem to be having fun, chasing after each other on their chairs. They scream as they collide, falling over onto the ice, covering themselves in a film of flakes.
He is about to turn to go back to his own snow patch when he hears someone call out. He spins back around, seeing a red-haired girl approach the lake, calling the three people on the ice by name. He freezes - he has not recognized his own enemies until they are named, and he grows envious of their obvious fun. He wishes to move, but he can’t. There’s one among them that turns and stares in his direction, and he knows that they see him. There’s a heat that rises and spreads throughout him. He has to get away, and he finally forces his feet to move.
Not even halfway down the hill, and he can hear the crunching of snow beneath quickly moving feet approach him. He quickens his pace, but he stumbles, and falls the rest of the way down the hill. He hears someone rush down, and fall next to him. He sits up, and rests on his elbows as he looks over to the person.
The boy is spread-eagle, eyes closed with a contented smile on his face. The smile widens to a grin as the boy begins to flap his arms and legs, jumping up to examine his work. He watches as the boy draws an ellipse at the top of where his head had been. The boy looks up at him and grins, and he flops back down next to him, and they both lay out, laughing as the snow gets caught in their hair and they create their own angel.
He sighs as the boy next to him places a hand on his. The warmth is numbing, and it tingles in a way that hurts. He turns over to see the boy, and he sees that the boy’s glasses have fallen. He picks them up and puts them back on the boy’s face, his hand getting caught in his hair. He can’t let go, the texture of his hair so enticing.
The boy is pulling him forward, and he sighs into the embrace.
It’s snowing, and the world’s a perfect place.
<< NIGHT 3 - AVENGING | NIGHT 4 - OF RED >>
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Ok, here it is:
Yesterday, after I had gone out to take pictures of the lovely snow outside with my mother, I had come in to write, since my muse was just aching to be let out. So I started yesertday's drabble, so ready for my ideas to come out onto paper. However, the second I got to around 130 words, my friend came into my room, asking me why in the world I wasn't read to go. Apparently, we were to go beingche'ing at 10 o'clock, not 3 o'clock in the afternoon as I had previously thought.
So, without having taken a shower or brushing my teeth (*cringe*), I went out with my friends for a number of hours, playing until my toes nearly fell off, and then to eat lunch. I'll admit I had fun, and I'll have to post pictures up later, so you all can see what exactly are beingche's.
I got home around 2, and my friends, since they all love me, would not leave my house. When anyone comes over to my neighborhood, they always come to my house, staying as late as they possibly can. And, because I try not to be rude, I didn't sit down at my computer to write. All my ideas slowly disapeared, and I began to be worried.
Then, I was invited to spend the night over at one of my friend's place. I agreed, just as long as I was able to use her computer, because they understand that writing is very important to me.
So, last night I stayed up until half past 12 trying to write while my friends watched two movies. I finished the drabble right before the power to the laptop cut out. PHew.
So, here it is. Shorter than usual, and not as good as I wanted, since I forgot a lot of the ideas and concepts that I wanted to include. I hope you guys like it, and I'll be sure to have another one up in several hours!
Series title: Night and Day series - Valentine's Day Countdown
Title: It's snowing
Author: serinamalfoy
Word Count: 746
Rating: G
Pairing: H/D
Disclaimer: JKR's, not mine. Don't sue.
Summary: It’s snowing, and the world’s a perfect place.
Dedication: To the ever lovely crikkita, and to all my commentors - I love you all, and I appreciate your dedication to this series.
A/N: It's not as fluffy as I wanted, and I hope that I'll have enough time to write more fluff to post for today's drabble. Please forgive me for it being 13 hours late!
Catch up?
Day 1 - Only to You
Night 1 - What rain feels like
Day 2 - Date
Night 2 - In his Father's footsteps
Day 3 - All I want
Night 3 - Avenging
Day 4 - It's snowing
It amazes him, the snow does. Especially today, as it falls at a diagonal one way, then farther ahead, he sees it fall the opposite way. They remind him of feathers, translucent and flitting down to the blanketed ground. Or like cotton balls - tremendously big and fluffy, clouding his vision when they get caught on his long lashes. He blinks repeatedly, bedazzled at the texture he sees at different angles. It’s snowing, and everything’s tainted with innocence.
All the sounds of nature and man seem so distant to him, outside the field of fog and snow packed clouds. Everything’s muffled, and the only thing that’s clear to him is the sound of the passing flakes of ice, flowing down in a hazy current. There, on his face, is a memory of a smile, as he looks at the perfect world around him. He sighs in happiness, glad that he has been able to be here for so long - glad he has been able to spend most of his life here.
His father has never allowed him to go out into the gardens on the Manor. He remembers the dull days he had spent sitting, watching the snow as it danced merrily without him. His father has always reprimanded him for staring out the window - it isn’t something Malfoy’s do. He has stopped, only to sneak glances at the snow when his father isn’t around.
He stops to look down at his feet, seeing a layer of cotton-like snow on the tips of his shoes. He smiles with childish glee, quickly looking around to make sure no one else is around. Stooping down, he writes his name in the cloud-like blanket, grateful that no one else would be out today. Everyone’s at Hogsmeade, and he happily feels the cool wet sensation of the snow melting on his glove, seeping through to his skin.
He hears laughter - a sound so joyous, it pains him, because it’s not his own. He lifts his head, in search of the sound’s source. He climbs up the snowy hill, looking over to the lake. There, in the distance, he sees three figures. They’re on chairs, sliding across the lake with sticks in their hands. They seem to be having fun, chasing after each other on their chairs. They scream as they collide, falling over onto the ice, covering themselves in a film of flakes.
He is about to turn to go back to his own snow patch when he hears someone call out. He spins back around, seeing a red-haired girl approach the lake, calling the three people on the ice by name. He freezes - he has not recognized his own enemies until they are named, and he grows envious of their obvious fun. He wishes to move, but he can’t. There’s one among them that turns and stares in his direction, and he knows that they see him. There’s a heat that rises and spreads throughout him. He has to get away, and he finally forces his feet to move.
Not even halfway down the hill, and he can hear the crunching of snow beneath quickly moving feet approach him. He quickens his pace, but he stumbles, and falls the rest of the way down the hill. He hears someone rush down, and fall next to him. He sits up, and rests on his elbows as he looks over to the person.
The boy is spread-eagle, eyes closed with a contented smile on his face. The smile widens to a grin as the boy begins to flap his arms and legs, jumping up to examine his work. He watches as the boy draws an ellipse at the top of where his head had been. The boy looks up at him and grins, and he flops back down next to him, and they both lay out, laughing as the snow gets caught in their hair and they create their own angel.
He sighs as the boy next to him places a hand on his. The warmth is numbing, and it tingles in a way that hurts. He turns over to see the boy, and he sees that the boy’s glasses have fallen. He picks them up and puts them back on the boy’s face, his hand getting caught in his hair. He can’t let go, the texture of his hair so enticing.
The boy is pulling him forward, and he sighs into the embrace.
It’s snowing, and the world’s a perfect place.
<< NIGHT 3 - AVENGING | NIGHT 4 - OF RED >>
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