Work Text:
Title: India
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Words: 100
Rated: PG
Summary: Draco revisits memories of his holiday with Harry
Notes: Yet another prompt from 
cyn_ful. This is for her and all the Parseltongue kinkers out there!
India
India was hot, loud and chaotic. There was no order to the traffic, the people or even the cattle. Harry embraced everything with an open mind and wide-eyes, but still wilted in the mid-day sun.
The nights, however, are burned into my memory, like the scents of the city that clung to Harry's damp skin. I can feel it still: His eyes slowly tracing the new cobra inked on my shoulder, his mouth whispering Parseltongue promises and his hands – everywhere, as if we were truly lost together in a strange land.
Perhaps we should dust off the Pensieve again tonight.