yiling matriarch (
marginalia) wrote2003-08-14 03:54 pm
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a peace offering drabble for dorrie6
coffee - harry/draco. *sigh*
Draco's hands always looked cold to Harry. Draco curls them, fingers pale and thin, around a steaming mug of coffee, a Muggle affectation he picked up during the war. Some mornings he doesn't even drink it; he just sits consuming the warmth and the scent.
Harry wanders in, half-asleep and dreaming of breakfasts at the Burrow. When he awakes, he'll remember that the Burrow is gone. Only Ginny survived, writing on the walls of her room at St. Mungo's. But for now, he is just a young man in the kitchen with his lover, whose kisses taste of coffee.
Draco's hands always looked cold to Harry. Draco curls them, fingers pale and thin, around a steaming mug of coffee, a Muggle affectation he picked up during the war. Some mornings he doesn't even drink it; he just sits consuming the warmth and the scent.
Harry wanders in, half-asleep and dreaming of breakfasts at the Burrow. When he awakes, he'll remember that the Burrow is gone. Only Ginny survived, writing on the walls of her room at St. Mungo's. But for now, he is just a young man in the kitchen with his lover, whose kisses taste of coffee.

dates! I need dates!
I should have come down there when I had some time this summer...but then my van was being stupid! grrrrr!
let me know the dates, and I'll try to swing something
*thunk*
NOT THAT!
*gasp*
LOL
~J~
Re: dates! I need dates!
Re: dates! I need dates!
See what I can do!
Rod drives through twice a week..I MIGHT be able to swing something!
~J~
(that's right before my B-day!)