Disclaimer: I own Harry Potter....JK! Rowling does. :D
Rating: Erm...G? XD;
Warnings:....HARRY/SNITCH WHUT. Oh, and Deathly Hallows SPOILERS
Author's Notes: Harry kissing the snitch was cute to me X3;
In the midnight hours of dark solitude, Harry sits awake in the tent, fingering the golden snitch as he hears Hermione crying outside. He feels somehow empty; he's lost his best friend, he's lost his owl, he's lost any happiness or solace he could have mustered.... And so his only companion is the tiny golden ball, his hopeless clue.
He has already memorized its cryptic message, has already read it so many times now it is forever branded into his memory. This time, when he presses his lips softly to the small golden object, it is for comfort, for the minescule bit of joy he can derive from once again kissing his first love.