Outside, the sea crashed against the rocks, a faraway, pulsing rhythm, comforting in its uniformity. A gull screeched overhead, swooped and dived and came back up, fish wriggling against its creamy beak. The sky above was filled with heavy clouds; soon it would snow. The hush had already started, waiting for the moment when the white blanket would come down to cover everything, mute the sound of the waves, the gulls, even the wind.
Two days until Christmas.
Two days until he came to visit, just as he did every year.
Draco wondered if it would be snowing by then.
One day until Christmas.
One day until he would come, and let Draco see the green of his eyes, his red robes.
Christmas Day. Draco turned away from the cold white world.
Snowflakes in black, disarrayed hair. Red robes. Green eyes flashing behind gold-rimmed glasses.
Colour in the world once more.
Draco leaned back against the cold grey wall to drink it in.