Harry 13: I can show you the world...
Who: sonuvasnitch and mudbloodhater
Where: Espoir, and the quidditch pitch outside Cottage 20.
Style: Purple prose this bizznatch~
Status: Closed.
The feel of Draco's palm in his own was warm and smooth. The blond haired wizard seemed to contain not a single imperfection, at the least those that he did have were over looked in lieu of other things. Harry offered a light squeeze as they finished the final few steps of ascension up to the roof of the church. Down below the party was still going on and Harry could hear the gentle thrum and rumble of people's voices.
He'd had the foresight to prepare this treat before abducting Draco the previous day, and while thoughts of meeting his father still ran thickly in his memory, Harry pushed them all back to focus on the grey-eyed wizard whose hand he held.
He pushed open the door that led to the roof and stepped out into the thankfully cool night air. The temperature had been cooling off, but the night was still the real blessing. Harry led Draco further out onto the roof till the moonlight revealed a broomstick, Harry's own, laying quietly on the ground waiting for passengers.
Harry turned to look at Draco then and smiled. "Do you trust me?"
Where: Espoir, and the quidditch pitch outside Cottage 20.
Style: Purple prose this bizznatch~
Status: Closed.
The feel of Draco's palm in his own was warm and smooth. The blond haired wizard seemed to contain not a single imperfection, at the least those that he did have were over looked in lieu of other things. Harry offered a light squeeze as they finished the final few steps of ascension up to the roof of the church. Down below the party was still going on and Harry could hear the gentle thrum and rumble of people's voices.
He'd had the foresight to prepare this treat before abducting Draco the previous day, and while thoughts of meeting his father still ran thickly in his memory, Harry pushed them all back to focus on the grey-eyed wizard whose hand he held.
He pushed open the door that led to the roof and stepped out into the thankfully cool night air. The temperature had been cooling off, but the night was still the real blessing. Harry led Draco further out onto the roof till the moonlight revealed a broomstick, Harry's own, laying quietly on the ground waiting for passengers.
Harry turned to look at Draco then and smiled. "Do you trust me?"