The start of something new
It was new years eve when it happened.
As far as winter holidays go, Christmas always gets the credit for being the most magical, but the start of a new year always awakens something in people.
A desire to start over.
For a blank slate.
To move on
To be start something new.
But he's starting and stalling through a simple proposition for dinner.
The taste of stale whiskey and failure are bitter.
"Forget it Granger." He mumbles and he barrels through the crowded and overwarm bodies at the party, desperate for air.
But that's bitter cold too. The kind that stings the lungs on every sharp inhale.
She's followed him, slightly perplexed but but not unkind expression , studying him under a knit hat with a S.P.E.W badge still attached.
"Draco." His name has never sounded so sweet, not in the millenia its been a constellation, not ever.
Snowflakes are starting to stick to them as time screeches to stop.
And there lips meet for the first time. Its so sweet and so warm it heats his skin up. When he dares to open his eyes, he can see the pink tinge on her cheeks too.
The start of something new...