Frozen

Harry sent off his letter. He has been living alone for years now. Alone because he was still waiting for Draco to come back to him. He needed Draco back. He still remembered all those nights at Hogwarts they spent together. They were in their sixth year. Harry would never forget it. It lived in his mind everyday. The same memories played over and over again. It was painful when he found out Draco had broken up with him and gone to someone else. He was hurt but he was not blind. He could see Draco sneaking glances at him. They abo about to be found out. That’s what happened. Pansy had found out about their little rendezvous and was going to tell the world. Draco had to break up with Harry to hook up with Pansy so she would keep her mouth shut. Draco never once denied their love. He just pretended it didn’t happen. If anything, that hurt Harry the most.


Draco sent off his letter. He had been living alone for two years now. One year after things with Pansy started she had died at the hand of Voldemort. The Dark Lord said she was too ugly so he had to get rid of her. Draco would have snickered at this at the time but he couldn’t because it only reaffirmed that he and Harry no longer had what they had years ago. The one person he had ever, ever fallen in love with was gone. But he had kept it inside him for too long. Each day seemed like an eternity. To have to wake up without Harry beside him was crap. He loved those nights they had snuck off and slept together and woke up in each other’s arms. The first thing he saw was Harry and the first thing Harry saw was Draco. It was love, it was real love. He needed that again. Now more than anything because as each day passed, the pain grew more urgent and desperate. He couldn’t take it anymore.


Draco got his letter not long after he sent his off. He recognized Harry’s owl and welcomed her with open arms. This didn’t make sense though. He had just sent off his letter to him. If Harry were to reply even so soon why hadn’t Harry let Draco’s own owl bring the message?

Draco opened the letter but Hedwig wouldn’t leave until he was done and returned her with a response.

By the time Draco got to the end of the letter he had to grip a chair and fall back on it. When Draco had reached the end he saw nothing but darkness because he had passed out.


Harry heard a knocking at his window. It was Draco’s owl, he would recognize him anywhere. This was odd though, where’s Hedwig?

Harry shrugged and opened the letter addressed to him from Draco. As Harry was reading the letter he had to grab hold of something as to not tip over from exhaustion. When Harry had reached the end of the letter he had passed out.


Draco woke up to the constant nudging from Hedwig. He knew what he had to do. He took Hedwig onto his arm and he apparated to Harry’s house.

When Draco arrived Harry was lying on the floor passed out with Draco’s own owl nudging for Harry to wake. Harry didn’t move. He was passed out cold. Just as Draco bent down to pick up Harry and bring his love to a more comfortable position Harry’s eyes shot open and looked at who was at his house. Their eyes locked. Both of tfrozfrozen and neither of them could do anything.

It was a long time later with Harry lying on the floor looking up at Draco and Draco standing looking down at his love when Draco fell to his knees to kiss Harry.

Harry kissed back and it was the most wonderful feeling in the world. All the feelings rushed back. All of what they lost during the past three years were here. It was kept within them and now, now as when all that lust, longing, and love pushing to be released. Here and now. It wasn’t long before Draco had brought Harry up to the bed without parting their lips.

Draco slowly unbuttoned Harry’s shirt and Harry slowly unbuttoned Draco’s shirt. They pushed off one another’s shirts which landed on the floor and moved on to the pants. They did the same thing. Mirroring the other’s exact movements.

Pretty soon Harry was under Draco feeling Draco’s growing erection against his own. Throughout the whole process not once did their lips ever part.

They ground into each other harder. It seemed enough compared to all the longing they held for three years. All those years of holding back. Harry never had another and Draco never had another even with the constantly willing Pansy attached to him.

Their tongues seemed to be surprising the other every time. They couldn’t get enough of just kissing. It had beeree ree years of passion held within them. They couldn’t let that go. They kept this up and kept grinding their hips moving in perfect motion. It was perfect, all of it. No movement was too fast nor was it too slow. No kiss was too deep nor was it too light. No touch was too rough nor was it too soft. Everything was perfect just as it should be.

They both came at the same moment all over each other and they didn’t care. They moaned perfectly and in perfect rhythm. They touched all the right spots. They were perfect and no one could take that away from them. This was perfection to the very end.

It wasn’t until the night had fallen and the day rose once more when they parted. Panting from total exhaustion.

Harry looked at Draco and Draco looked at Harry.

“What took you so long?” Asked Harry

“I got held up.” Replied Draco casually

Just then there was a knock on Harry’s room door but they didn’tnch nch or give recognition for even hearing the sound. They just kept looking into each other’s eyes.

From the other side of the door Ron could be heard, “Harry, I know your secret. I know all about it. Come out with that little ferret and end this before it gets out of hand. Come out Harry, I know your in there with him. This is wrong what you are doing and you shouldn’t do this. My sister loves you, she always has, why wont you ever take her? THAT is the right thing to do. Come out Harry and bring that little ferret with you.”

Draco looked into Harry’s eyes still panting, “Well?”

“Let them come.”

“And when they find us here like this?”

“They can kill us if they want.”

“You don’t care?”

“Not if you are with me.”

Draco smiled at his love. “Then I don’t care either.”

Harry smiled at Draco and wrapped his arms around Draco’s hips and pulled his dragon towards his own body again. Both their eyes were closed as they were slowly drifting off to sleep.

They lay like that for a few seconds before the door busted open. Ron and a bunch of other’s rushed in to find a naked Harry and a naked Draco with their eyes closed beneath the covers with their bodies tightly pressed against one another.

Severus entered the room behind the rest of them with his arms across his chest and looked at the sleeping couple. “I told you all to stay away from here. There is nothing you can do to stop true love. Now there’s no way you can take them apart. They have decided this fate and you cannot do anything about it.”

Ron ran over to the statue which lay on the bed. Ron yanked back the covers to find the truly naked forms of the two except it was not flesh but stone. He thought it was only a myth. That when soul mates or two people who lobed each other enough were being torn apart and they were willing to give anything, even their lives to never be apart that they become the only thing that cannot be torn apart. They turn to stone. He couldn’t believe it. They had chosen to stay together forever, never being able to take another breath than to be separated and breath.