it's been minutes it's been days, drabble, d/a
Pairing: Draco/Astoria
Summary: Inspired again. Continuing on the experiment that began with In the City of Love, but more of a direct response / continuation to fallenwitch ’s Shoo Witch, Don’t Bother Me.
Rating: PG
Author’s Notes: This time inspiration came from my first hearing of Snow Patrol's "Crack the Shutters." And oh, bonus points for figuring out the two ways I more or less connected this to In the City of Love. I don't know what you could do with those points, but it's the same as shopping at any large retail store. Or maybe just a fic request...
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

The suffocating cold creeps past the double pane windows and into his room, into his lungs, clutching clutching onto that organ inside his chest that is his heart. He has been told he doesn’t have one but he can feel it, he can feel it and it hurts.

It beats, beats, even against the winter cold, and its tattoo speeds up as the chill makes him think of Astoria’s hands – always cold – on his neck, seeking warmth, waking him up. She’s not here anymore to tease him, laugh at him, bother him with her icy hands. This was life’s irony – he cannot sleep now, when her cold cold hands – the only part of her that’s ever cold – is not finding warmth in him.

Draco sighs, thinking of when he used to wake up from dreaming about her brown brown eyes. He can see them now, though he is not dreaming. And he just wants to see them, not in his mind, not as an image he conjures up here in the cold, but in the light of day – bright and laughing and teasing.

You can come, you can come with me.

Draco nods and sits up from his reclined position. This time, he isn't giving up. This time, he's going. To her. And without another thought, he leaves the cold behind.