Snippet: Harry Potter : H/D
Disclaimer: Not mine. I do but borrow.
This was spawned by glancing a comment on one of the recent deleterius posts which read "Argh..every song fic to She Will be Loved is a Hermione/Draco fic..that's annoying.." "
And this sprang to mind.
He watches her leave through the frosted window, his breath misting the cold glass. She walks with her head high and the winter wind whipping her hair across her face and tugging at her cloak.
He regrets it - knows it had to be said - but regrets it all the same. He presses his forehead against the icy glass and thinks of her eyes, bright with tears. She's halfway across the courtyard when another figure scurries out of the sheltered walkway.
Hard to tell considering the layers of clothing but he thinks -hopes - it's Ron. They look at each other, uncomfortable. Then the wind gusts and Ron puts an arm around her and they run towards the open doorway, briefly eclipsing the golden candleight that colours the snow.
He smiles, the simple joy turned bittersweet with regrets. He should have seen, should have known-
"Stop." The voice...and the embrace are wondrously familiar and he leans back, savouring the warmth and strength of the pale arms. Grey eyes - turned to sliver by the dim light - regard him closely. The question is unspoken but clear all the same; Will you be alright?
"Yes." Harry nods and spares one final glance for the window before turning in the embrace to brush his lips against his lover's.
This was spawned by glancing a comment on one of the recent deleterius posts which read "Argh..every song fic to She Will be Loved is a Hermione/Draco fic..that's annoying.." "
And this sprang to mind.
He watches her leave through the frosted window, his breath misting the cold glass. She walks with her head high and the winter wind whipping her hair across her face and tugging at her cloak.
He regrets it - knows it had to be said - but regrets it all the same. He presses his forehead against the icy glass and thinks of her eyes, bright with tears. She's halfway across the courtyard when another figure scurries out of the sheltered walkway.
Hard to tell considering the layers of clothing but he thinks -hopes - it's Ron. They look at each other, uncomfortable. Then the wind gusts and Ron puts an arm around her and they run towards the open doorway, briefly eclipsing the golden candleight that colours the snow.
He smiles, the simple joy turned bittersweet with regrets. He should have seen, should have known-
"Stop." The voice...and the embrace are wondrously familiar and he leans back, savouring the warmth and strength of the pale arms. Grey eyes - turned to sliver by the dim light - regard him closely. The question is unspoken but clear all the same; Will you be alright?
"Yes." Harry nods and spares one final glance for the window before turning in the embrace to brush his lips against his lover's.