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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
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2,203
Reviews:
9
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Cold Heat
He was so fucking cold. When would it end? His fingertips tingled, and they were a bit numb, but from the wrist up he was freezing. He shifted a little bit, and suddenly felt warmth surrounding him. It was so unexpectedly welcome, that he didn't know what to do with it.
Cracking open his icy eyelids, he looked up at a blob of shapelessness. Then a smaller blob moved into his line of sight, and he felt warm again. There were noises, but at the moment, that's all they were - noise.
"Cold," he whispered, and his voice was cracked, and felt sore coming out. More noises, and movement, and then a gentle weight settled around him. He couldn't make out more than that, but gradually, the cold started seeping out of his body. As it left, he seemed to regain more of himself. He knew that he wasn't wearing his glasses, and that the sight-correction spell had worn off. It was only temporary; he'd been working with Draco on making it permanent. Draco.
Thinking of the blond made him remember what had made him so cold in the first place. He'd run off without his cloak! After insulting him. Draco had done damage with his words, but it was the thoughtlessness behind them that made it so cutting. He had formed his words deliberately, wanting to see Draco hurt.
Prying his eyes open again, the shapes began to take on a more logical form. He recognized the sterile whiteness of a hospital room, and the fact that he was covered in what had to be half a dozen blankets. There was a very nervous looking Draco off to one side, and when he noticed the attention, he smiled.
"Harry! Oh gods, thank you for waking up! I was so afraid!" More warmth, and he realized that Draco had been hugging him. "I'm so sorry!" More words were coming out, but it was mostly apologies.
"Draco." Harry tried, but his voice was little more than a rasp. "Draco!" he cleared his throat and tried again, and finally Draco paid attention. "I'm the one who should be sorry. I love you. I don't hate you. I want to move in with you."
And he had the distinct pleasure of seeing Draco's normally icy composure melt, and raw heat flooded him in the form of complete joy as Draco practically threw himself at his lover, and kissed him senseless.
-fin-
C'mon, you didn't think I could kill him, did you?
Cracking open his icy eyelids, he looked up at a blob of shapelessness. Then a smaller blob moved into his line of sight, and he felt warm again. There were noises, but at the moment, that's all they were - noise.
"Cold," he whispered, and his voice was cracked, and felt sore coming out. More noises, and movement, and then a gentle weight settled around him. He couldn't make out more than that, but gradually, the cold started seeping out of his body. As it left, he seemed to regain more of himself. He knew that he wasn't wearing his glasses, and that the sight-correction spell had worn off. It was only temporary; he'd been working with Draco on making it permanent. Draco.
Thinking of the blond made him remember what had made him so cold in the first place. He'd run off without his cloak! After insulting him. Draco had done damage with his words, but it was the thoughtlessness behind them that made it so cutting. He had formed his words deliberately, wanting to see Draco hurt.
Prying his eyes open again, the shapes began to take on a more logical form. He recognized the sterile whiteness of a hospital room, and the fact that he was covered in what had to be half a dozen blankets. There was a very nervous looking Draco off to one side, and when he noticed the attention, he smiled.
"Harry! Oh gods, thank you for waking up! I was so afraid!" More warmth, and he realized that Draco had been hugging him. "I'm so sorry!" More words were coming out, but it was mostly apologies.
"Draco." Harry tried, but his voice was little more than a rasp. "Draco!" he cleared his throat and tried again, and finally Draco paid attention. "I'm the one who should be sorry. I love you. I don't hate you. I want to move in with you."
And he had the distinct pleasure of seeing Draco's normally icy composure melt, and raw heat flooded him in the form of complete joy as Draco practically threw himself at his lover, and kissed him senseless.
-fin-
C'mon, you didn't think I could kill him, did you?