#and i think that wraps up the limonada posts!

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you can't pin joy like a moth

Draco had eggs on Monday. Tuesday was beans, spooned from the can - he ran out of bread. On Wednesday he woke up late and had breakfast (an egg and sausage pasty) for dinner. Then he met Pansy at the second-newest bar at Hogsmeade and they drank a limonada each (trendy) while Draco sweated through his thick black turtleneck - who knew it'd be 29'C and sunny in April (Surely anyone who could open a window, Pansy said; well at least black didn't pit stain.) Afterwards he walked Pansy to the Floo then continued down the windy cobbled streets of town. It was cooler now, the crowds thinned, and Draco welcomed the darkness like a familiar cloak. Doors opened and closed, storefronts flickering by a mixture of old and new. His pocket watch said eight, but it wasn't right all the time. In fact, it was never right; always a second slow - like staring into the past. Draco tucked his watch away and kept walking until he found himself staring into Honeydukes, which was closed for the day: chairs put up, display case empty, neatly wrapped candies glittering dimly in the moonlight. A cardboard cutout of Quidditch star Harry Potter swayed toward a case of golden chocolate snitches, arm outstretched. He never looked better.

"Alohomora," Draco wanted to say. Let me inside. Let me go back.

Harry waited for Draco under the swinging sign at Zonko's like he did most days. He looked old: grey hair, crow's feet. Most days Draco wouldn't have noticed, but today Draco had the fresh cardboard face of Harry Potter on his mind. "You're immortal," Draco said to Harry, his hands in his trouser pockets, thinking of the history books, the chocolate frog cards, the Quidditch posters. His tone wanted to pick a fight as much as it wanted to be kissed.

"I'm just Harry," Harry said - which was true, too. Life was a jumble of contradictions, all true. Draco flung his arms around Harry's neck. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's back. "Just yours," Harry murmured into his hair. Draco closed his eyes and counted the seconds. One, two, three seconds before they broke apart, and they walked the rest of the way back home.

title from hollycassell's twitter post, you can't pin joy like a moth (you must let it grow and change and die) - i can't stop thinking about it