Drabble Day: Prompt 2

[kitty_fic]

Describe a First

Frist kiss? First dance? First love? First drink? First job? First tattoo? First anything!

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[daleah.livejournal.com]

This is my version of the first kiss of Harry and Draco: Dear, Draco! (http://daleah.livejournal.com/19716.html)

[celestlyn.livejournal.com]

Consummed

Gritting his teeth, Harry held his breath as the dragon was seared into his flesh. It burned like Fiendfyre, but he wouldn't break; he wouldn't make a sound. What right did he have? For several minutes, beads of sweat formed on his brow and dropped onto his cheeks and nose. His fists clenched at his sides.

He glanced over at Draco, who was grinning like a loon and relaxed a little. The lion emblazoned across the git's chest stretched and yawned, then settled in for a sleep in the dense grass below the outcropping. The pale intersecting lines that had once criss-crossed his chest were no longer visible.

As Harry lay, quietly considering his discomfort, he felt the magic begin to coarse through his body. Radiating from the dragon's breath, it pumped from his heart into his veins, burning it's way through his torso, coiling in his gut and reaching out with flaming tendrils for his arms and legs. He gasped as the white-hot magic enveloped him, scorching, and consuming his very soul.

Just as he wondered if he were going to be reduced to a pile of ashes, the sensation was gone; replaced by a warm glow in the center of his chest. Glancing down, he watched the dragon flip its tail and shake it's head in greeting. Harry grinned and looked at Draco.

"Welcome to your first magical tattoo!" Draco said, reaching out to stroke the creature's head.