Alive
@drarrymicrofic Steal - 259 words
“What do you have there?” Harry quietly says as he plucks the quill from Misty’s mouth. “Where’d you get this from?”
He turns the quill around in his fingers, appreciating the swirling gold embellished into the metal. “Don’t tell me you went and stole this from someone!” Harry chastises, but he can’t stay mad at Misty’s pouting eyes. He sighs and scratches behind her ears, her tail wagging with excitement. “You’re a naughty dog, you know that?”
“Well,” says a voice suddenly. “There’s the thief.”
Harry looks up and stares at the panting… Malfoy. His pale cheeks are red with exertion, his hair undone, curling around his eyes. “Malfoy?”
“Your dog nicked my quill.”
“I see.”
“You really aught to train that thing,” Malfoy says with a huff, going to snatch the quill out from Harry’s grip, but Harry snatches his hand back.
“How do I know this belongs to you?” Harry says with a grin. “I don’t see your name written on this.”
“Potter.” Malfoy glares. “If you do not return my quill, I will hex you.”
Harry pretends to think on it for a moment, scratching behind his head with the tip of the feather. “Let me think on that for a second,” he says, then without warning, he bolts off the bench and tears down the path, laughing as Malfoy cries out in surprise and Misty barks with excitement.
The sun warms his skin, the wind tempers the heat, and Malfoy’s outrageous cursing as he follows Harry reminds him how good it is to be alive.
