Fandom: Harry Potter
There was something magical about fire even when there were no spells involved in creating it, or at least that was Draco's opinion. He loved the way the flames were beautiful and if you sat just close enough you could feel the heat dancing across your face.
His father had never let him just sit in front of the fire and watch; it had not been becoming of a Malfoy, but his father had been dead for ten years now, so, leaning back against the warm body behind him, he relaxed.
"This is nice," Harry whispered and Draco just smiled.