lokifan

Day 7

In your own space, create a fanwork. Make a drabble, a ficlet, a podfic, or an icon, art or meta or a rec list. Arts and crafts. Draft a critical essay about a particular media. Put together a picspam or a fanmix. Write a review of a Broadway show, a movie, a concert, a poetry reading, a museum trip, a you-should-be-listening-to-this-band essay. Compose some limericks, haikus, free-form poetry, 5-word stories. Document a particular bit of real person canon. Take some pictures. Draw a stick-figure comic. Create something. Leave a comment in this post saying you did it. Include a link to your post if you feel comfortable doing so.

Title: Melted
Word count: ~200
Characters/pairings:Haryr/Draco
Rating: Universal
Summary: London has no snow.
Content: fluff
Author’s Notes: I thought I’d use this opportunity to write one of my owed Twelve Days of Christmas ~~drabbles~~ ficlets. This one’s for

enchanted_jae, who requested ‘Harry/Draco, kiss in the snow.’

“They promised us snow,” Draco said disgustedly as he and Harry fought their way through sleet. “It’s cold and wet but it’s not bloody snow. It’s not sticking at all, it’s just rain!”

“You know London. It’s too warm and polluted for snow most years. I suppose they meant the Home Counties’d have snow.”

“Ugh. We’re not visiting my parents just so we can kiss in the snow.”

Harry stopped in the middle of the street. Draco kept storming on for a few moments before turning. He frowned at Harry from under his ridiculous little fur hat, and if Harry wasn’t so frozen he thought he’d have melted. “What?”

“You want to kiss in the snow?”

Draco scowled. “Don’t give me that soppy look, Potter.”

Harry grabbed him and Apparated. Draco’s yelp echoed off the cobbles as they appeared in Hogsmeade.

“Potter! What the - ” He caught himself as a scatter of children passed, chucking snowballs. “What are you doing?”

“Taking us to somewhere with snow,” Harry said. It seemed simple to him. Draco was staring, grey eyes wide and intent, snowflakes falling and the last afternoon light catching on his pale eyelashes. Harry kissed him.

The snowflakes melted as they touched Harry and Draco’s warming faces.