Snow angel?, HP, Harry/Draco
Title: Snow angel?
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Written for rose_walker22 for adventchallenge based on the prompt in the title. Sort of very late.
When Harry was a kid he once made snow angels in the garden. It had snowed the night before, and he had seen some other kids making angels in the snow, and he wanted to try. So he sneaked out, early in the morning, got dressed in his thick winter clothes and made his way out. It was difficult at first, his clothes too big, him being clumsy, but he did manage to make one perfect angel, wings and skirt whole, not marred by footprints or misplaced knees. He still remembers the happy feeling he got when he looked at it.
When he looked out later Dudley had stomped all over his angel and ruined it. He was sad, but not surprised.
*
Harry didn't tell Draco all this when they woke up on a Sunday in December and it had snowed. He just got up and insisted they go out in the snow. Draco complained, of course, but Harry can be sneaky when he wants to.
"Please? It's just for a short while. You don't even have to put on proper clothes," he says in his most convincing voice. "And later I'll cook you pancakes for breakfast."
Ok, so maybe it's not so much being sneaky as knowing Draco's soft spots. Draco glares at him through tired eyes, but gets up anyway, and puts on thick winter clothes on top of his pyjamas.
Harry runs out into the yard and then stops. Looks calculatingly at the snow to determine where to start. He decides on the far end, and walks carefully over there to avoid getting footprints all over the snow. Then he lies down carefully and starts to make an angel.
It's easier this time, having more control over his body, and using just a hint of magic to ease the way up. He's made three perfect ones when he hears Draco snigger. He looks over and sees Draco has spelled horns onto his angels, and tails. One of them even has a pitch fork. Harry isn't sure whether to be amused or horrified. He decides on something in between and keeps doing his angels.
When he's done he stands beside Draco. All of the angels have horns except for the two last ones. They've got halos, and they seem to be looking at each other, somehow. Harry looks at Draco, question in his eyes.
"They're you and me," Draco says, and Harry can't help kissing him.
Note: I found this adorable picture when googling for snow angels, and I had to include it :)
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Written for rose_walker22 for adventchallenge based on the prompt in the title. Sort of very late.
When Harry was a kid he once made snow angels in the garden. It had snowed the night before, and he had seen some other kids making angels in the snow, and he wanted to try. So he sneaked out, early in the morning, got dressed in his thick winter clothes and made his way out. It was difficult at first, his clothes too big, him being clumsy, but he did manage to make one perfect angel, wings and skirt whole, not marred by footprints or misplaced knees. He still remembers the happy feeling he got when he looked at it.
When he looked out later Dudley had stomped all over his angel and ruined it. He was sad, but not surprised.
*
Harry didn't tell Draco all this when they woke up on a Sunday in December and it had snowed. He just got up and insisted they go out in the snow. Draco complained, of course, but Harry can be sneaky when he wants to.
"Please? It's just for a short while. You don't even have to put on proper clothes," he says in his most convincing voice. "And later I'll cook you pancakes for breakfast."
Ok, so maybe it's not so much being sneaky as knowing Draco's soft spots. Draco glares at him through tired eyes, but gets up anyway, and puts on thick winter clothes on top of his pyjamas.
Harry runs out into the yard and then stops. Looks calculatingly at the snow to determine where to start. He decides on the far end, and walks carefully over there to avoid getting footprints all over the snow. Then he lies down carefully and starts to make an angel.
It's easier this time, having more control over his body, and using just a hint of magic to ease the way up. He's made three perfect ones when he hears Draco snigger. He looks over and sees Draco has spelled horns onto his angels, and tails. One of them even has a pitch fork. Harry isn't sure whether to be amused or horrified. He decides on something in between and keeps doing his angels.
When he's done he stands beside Draco. All of the angels have horns except for the two last ones. They've got halos, and they seem to be looking at each other, somehow. Harry looks at Draco, question in his eyes.
"They're you and me," Draco says, and Harry can't help kissing him.
Note: I found this adorable picture when googling for snow angels, and I had to include it :)