𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐬 - 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

skate -- night changes

he glided peacefully over the ice,
he wasn't sure how to skate.
but he had to act like he did,
so she wouldn't be mad
that he dragged her out here.

"it's cold, harry
I don't want to freeze"
she had begged before leaving.
her perfect date consisted of
candle lit tables and roses.
a bit of a cliche.
but she didn't mind,
and normally neither did he.

she admired him frolicking about on the ice,
his nose had turned a light pink,
and occasionally,
he would bring his hands up to his mouth,
and blow hot air.
he did this to warm both his frail fingers
and his numb nose.

she admired his smile,
everytime he would slip,
or tumble to the otherworldly coldness.
he would laugh and look up to the girl of his dreams,
just so she knew
that they where having fun.

he felt intimidated by her perfect skating,
she wasn't a beginner like him.
and as a small child,
taken classes.

she loved the feel of the bades cutting the ice,
and the way you'd leave your own trail.
like penguins in the snow.
or turtles in the sand.

she loved the pure children,
skating around gripped to parents legs,
getting a free ride.

she loved the memories,
and he loved her.

this one shot is inspired by goldenhoursssxyz and she writes like this a whole lot better than I, so go check her book "melancholy" a narry fic that deserves all the love.