The cold

****I DONT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS!!! I ft tot to put that a long time ago...so please don\'t sue me! Sorry...anyway, I want to say to my um...reviewers, thanks again. For the suggestions and all, here...if I get more reviews I\'ll wriore ore after his...

Only one night remained. Everyone stared at Draco, noticing the unshed tears in his eyes. He had grown quiet over the past few weeks. Something was dying inside. The cool, sarcastic wit was gone. In it’s place was an empty shell of ‘yeah’ and ‘maybe’.
Nothing could distract him from the realization that come tomorrow, he would never see Harry again. Maybe he should have given that letter to Harry. Then he would know at least, and perhaps he could some day feel the same. But even as the thought crossed Draco’s mind, he knew it was impossible. People like Harry Potter didn’t fall in love with Draco Malfoy. Harry was good and pure and everything Draco never could be.
Suddenly it was too stuffy in the common room. He had to get outside. Away from all the curious eyes. Without hesitationaco aco left and headed towards the lake. Outside the night air was warm and still moist from a summer rain. The clouds had long ago cleared up, the moon providing a cool blue glow on the ground below.
Wandering aimlessly, Draco found himself at the lake. Staring out upon it, he felt a tear slide down his pale cheek, dropping to the soft earth below. A crunch of sticks brought his attention from the water to an intruder behind him. His eyes widened as he saw the emerald green that haunted his dreams so many nights. “Harry?”
“Draco.” Stepping forward, Harry handed Draco a piece of parchment. “I think this is yours.”
Taking, Draco opened it to find the letter he had written the Gryffindor. “How did you get this?”
“I found it. Why didn’t you tell me before?”
“Why didn’t you come to me after you found this?” Draco countered.
“I couldn’t believe that you could feel something like this for me.” Harry murmured. The Gryffindor stepped forward. His eyes scanning over the soft contours of Draco’s smooth face.
“And you? What do you feel?” Draco asked, inching closer to his dream.
Trying to form the words, Harry opened his mouth. Nothing would come out. No words of love. No word des desire. He could only move closer, losing himself in the depths of stormy gray eyes. Taking a final breath, Harry dived into his dreams and pressis lis lips against Draco’s.
Sinking to the soft arms of mother earth below, they held each other tight, unwilling to let the world outside them in. Draco’s lips ran across Harry’s hot skin, his fingers tearing away the clothing separating their bodies. The small moan filling the night air was erotic and breathtaking at the same time. He was doing this to the Gryffindor. Draco was enticing these pleasurable groans. The whimpers. The gasf exf excitement.
Beads of sweat clung to Harry’s brs hes he pulled the sweater above Draco’s head. The grass tickled Harry’s back, as Draco heatedly kissed down his chest. Over the hard lean muscle. The dips and curves of his stomach. Pushing the rest of Harry’s clothing down. Following his hands with his mouth. A trail of hot saliva cooling in the night air. “You…taste…everything...I…ever…dreamed of.” Draco murmured placing kisses between each word.
There was no time to waste. Draco found Harry’s lips, murmuring words of love and devotion. His body pinned Harry to the dirt and grass below him. His hands working Harry’s laparapart. Looking down into his lovers eyes, Draco tried to speak between breaths, “it…hurt…you…sure?”
Pulling Draco down into another searing kiss was his answer. Grabbing for his wand, Draco muttered some words, then coated himself evenly. Gently he slid inside, covering Harry’s lips, feeling the groan from deep inside the Gryffindor’s throat. “More,” Harry gasped, his knee’s tightening against Draco’s thighs, urging him forward.
The warm feeling of Harry closing around him was almost too much. Draco cried out, pushing in farther. His body tense with desire he never imagined possible. He clung to his Gryffindor, afraid to move. Afraid it would break the moment. Staring down into the dark, impassioned green, he saw the tears starting at Harry’s eyes. “Please,” he murmured again.
A force took over Draco’s body, thrusting hard into the warm willing body. Moaning intelligible words. Nails dug deeper into Draco’s back, drawing blood that ran down the smooth marble skin. Two bodies looked to be one. Dark skin mixing with pale skin. The cries of two lovers in a fiery embrace. Sweat dampening their bodies in a sticky bond.
Crying out, Draco felt his body explode. The warm crevice tightening around him, as Harry followed. All the energy left the Slytherin, and he collapsed into waiting arms. Clinging to him, Harry kissed a bare shoulder, “I love you.”
Closing his eyes, Draco yawned. “I love you too.”
When Harry woke, the moon was going down. Dawn would soon approach. Tomorrow had come, despite their wants for it not to. Draco was in his arms, holding him tightly. Their clothes lay torn, dirty, covered in wet mud. What would they do now? They would be leaving on a train soon, away from Hogwarts forever. Was there hope for the two lovers?
No, they were from two different worlds. Draco would go back to his manor and forget Harry ever existed. Eventually they would lose contact, and Harry’s heart would be broken. Staring down at his sleeping Slytherin, Harry knew what he should do. Carefully Harry scooted away from Draco and grabbed his tattered clothes. He dressed quickly, hoping Draco wouldn’t wake.
Looking down at the beautiful fallen angel before him one last time, Harry let another tear slip, and slide dows chs cheek. “I do love you.” He murmured, and covered Draco’s body with a sweater. “But I can’t wait for you to eventually break my heart. Goodbye.” Picking up the parchment he wrote a final note, and laid it beside Draco’s sleeping form.
With those simple words, Harry threw away everything he had ever dreamed for and walked back into his lonely reality.

***Sorry for the do i scene, I know it\'s not all that great, but again, I\'ve never claimed to be able to write smut. More reviews = more story...you get the picture