Ficletts and stuff
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gin_tonicSo ... I'm feeling kinda sick at the moment. Headache complete with being tired and an aching throat. Fuuun. Anyway I found three drabbles/ficlets that I wrote in December for an online H/D Advent Calendar that me and two others had going on. Generous as I am I thought I could share them with you. So here you go:
BEWARE! THERE'S FLUFF! WHEEE!
Angel
Harry lay in the snow and stared up in the grey-white sky, while slowly moving his arms and legs. He heard someone coming closer, but didn't turn his head.
"What are you doing?" He would always remember this voice, this tone and swing. Draco. Harry smiled.
"I'm making a snow angel." He could nearly hear how Draco sneered.
"Snow angel? Another one of these Muggle habits?"
"You could say so." Harry continued moving. He heard a rustle of clothes and then Draco sat down next to him in the snow.
"I thought you didn't like winter."
"I like winter, just not Christmas."
"Because of your relatives." It was not even a question and Harry didn't reply to it.
"In winter I went out, strolled around and build little snowmen and made snow angels. I could do that on my own and when I was in the park Dudley wouldn't destroy them either. And on the next day I could come back and they would still be there, untouched."
Draco said nothing and after a while Harry looked to the side. And there Draco lay, arms and legs moving just like Harry's. Harry sat up.
"What are you doing?" He asked him surprised.
"I'm making a snow angel."
"...Why?" Draco straightened up and pointed at the wing of his angel.
"See? They're touching now. And when we'll come back they still be like that."
"Forever?"
"Forever."
In the rays of sunlight
I see his hands, I see his face, I see his eyes and all I want to do is melt. I watch the first rays of sunlight play on his face, stroke with my thumb over his slightly stubbly cheek and watch the corner of his mouth twitch. He is perfect to me. Hs dark hair is a stark contrast to my pale blond strands.
I curl up next to him and snuggle against him. Though he's sleeping he wraps his arm around me like I'm his precious, his own. And I am.
He makes me feel love like nobody else could. With him I'm alive. My fingers interlace with his and I feel his heart beating against my back. I hear him whisper: "I love you."
I love you too, you sneaky bastard. I smile.
Snow
His fingers are red and swollen for he isn't wearing any gloves. His lips are chapped and shaking and he's hugging himself to stay warm. His silvery-blond hair is somewhat messy, but not as much as Harry's, who's watching him from the stands of the Quidditch pitch.
Draco's sitting on the white, powdery ground, leaning against a tree and staring at the frozen surface of the Black Lake without so much as moving.
He has done that quite often in the last weeks, Harry thinks and frowns. Ever since Draco's parents had disappeared he behaved like this, wandered through the halls with this empty, forlorn look in his eyes and dark circles beneath them. And he and Harry had stopped fighting.
Harry stands up and slowly makes his way towards the blonde. Draco looks so fragile that he fears if he shouted something over Draco would break into thousands of pieces. He hesitates for a moment, then sits down next to Draco. He doesn't say anything. Minutes pass and then, slowly, Draco leans against Harry, resting his head on Harry's shoulder. Harry exhales deeply, but doesn't push him away. Instead he concentrates on the warmth spreading through his chest and on Draco's steady breathing. He lays an arm around the blonde and pulls him silently closer.
I need new icons.
BEWARE! THERE'S FLUFF! WHEEE!
Angel
Harry lay in the snow and stared up in the grey-white sky, while slowly moving his arms and legs. He heard someone coming closer, but didn't turn his head.
"What are you doing?" He would always remember this voice, this tone and swing. Draco. Harry smiled.
"I'm making a snow angel." He could nearly hear how Draco sneered.
"Snow angel? Another one of these Muggle habits?"
"You could say so." Harry continued moving. He heard a rustle of clothes and then Draco sat down next to him in the snow.
"I thought you didn't like winter."
"I like winter, just not Christmas."
"Because of your relatives." It was not even a question and Harry didn't reply to it.
"In winter I went out, strolled around and build little snowmen and made snow angels. I could do that on my own and when I was in the park Dudley wouldn't destroy them either. And on the next day I could come back and they would still be there, untouched."
Draco said nothing and after a while Harry looked to the side. And there Draco lay, arms and legs moving just like Harry's. Harry sat up.
"What are you doing?" He asked him surprised.
"I'm making a snow angel."
"...Why?" Draco straightened up and pointed at the wing of his angel.
"See? They're touching now. And when we'll come back they still be like that."
"Forever?"
"Forever."
In the rays of sunlight
I see his hands, I see his face, I see his eyes and all I want to do is melt. I watch the first rays of sunlight play on his face, stroke with my thumb over his slightly stubbly cheek and watch the corner of his mouth twitch. He is perfect to me. Hs dark hair is a stark contrast to my pale blond strands.
I curl up next to him and snuggle against him. Though he's sleeping he wraps his arm around me like I'm his precious, his own. And I am.
He makes me feel love like nobody else could. With him I'm alive. My fingers interlace with his and I feel his heart beating against my back. I hear him whisper: "I love you."
I love you too, you sneaky bastard. I smile.
Snow
His fingers are red and swollen for he isn't wearing any gloves. His lips are chapped and shaking and he's hugging himself to stay warm. His silvery-blond hair is somewhat messy, but not as much as Harry's, who's watching him from the stands of the Quidditch pitch.
Draco's sitting on the white, powdery ground, leaning against a tree and staring at the frozen surface of the Black Lake without so much as moving.
He has done that quite often in the last weeks, Harry thinks and frowns. Ever since Draco's parents had disappeared he behaved like this, wandered through the halls with this empty, forlorn look in his eyes and dark circles beneath them. And he and Harry had stopped fighting.
Harry stands up and slowly makes his way towards the blonde. Draco looks so fragile that he fears if he shouted something over Draco would break into thousands of pieces. He hesitates for a moment, then sits down next to Draco. He doesn't say anything. Minutes pass and then, slowly, Draco leans against Harry, resting his head on Harry's shoulder. Harry exhales deeply, but doesn't push him away. Instead he concentrates on the warmth spreading through his chest and on Draco's steady breathing. He lays an arm around the blonde and pulls him silently closer.
I need new icons.
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*dreamy sigh*
Date: 2006-01-29 01:45 pm (UTC)Seriously!! I loffed them sooooooo much!!!
Did you write any others?? would you PLEASE post them??
*huggles*
-> off to catching up with LJ in general ;)
And Fluffy = YAY!!!
Re: *dreamy sigh*
Date: 2006-01-29 04:42 pm (UTC)Re: *dreamy sigh*
Date: 2006-01-29 09:25 pm (UTC)My fave is the second one, because it's so spot on, if you get what I mean? Though short it has the best description, very painting. *blushes* I'm rambling.
New icons? Well, what do you want the icons to be about? I can fix a couple for you if you'd like, just tell me what you want in them - and colours.
- Linda -
Re: *dreamy sigh*
Date: 2006-01-29 09:47 pm (UTC)*looks at Hannah* "That by the way is my precious Linda, don't even think about stealing her!" *lol*
*huggles all around*
Re: *dreamy sigh*
Date: 2006-02-01 02:41 am (UTC)Thank you for the praises, you two! :D