Stripping himself from his shirt, Draco decided the pants would take too much effort (what with all the laces). Running into the water, his skin screamed in protest. The water had turned ice-cold! Preventing his brain from taking the easy way out and force his body back to shore, he dove in head first.

How in Merlin's Universe was he supposed to find Potter?

Lumos.

At that moment, Draco was eternally grateful for the opportunities he had received to learn wandless magic. The bright flash of light allowed him to glance upwards and have a vague idea of how deep he was. Unsure whether the flashes he saw in front of his eyes were due to his spell or due to the freezing cold, Draco swam deeper, hoping to grab hold of one or other messy-haired moronic amoeba.

Groping into the dark water, Draco caught hold of something, while he was expecting not to. Harry Potter would just keep on surviving his own stupidity, wouldn't he? The ice water was gnawing at his well-trained body like ants at an abandoned pumpkin pastry.

Lumos.

Squeezing his eyes shut, Draco tried to focus, but all he saw were lights against his eyelids and the vague outline of Harry's foetal-like form. Luck. With a strength he knew he possessed Draco Malfoy caught hold of Harry Potter's body, fingers numb against numb skin and swam his way to the surface, wondering what in the universe got into him to save the man's life.

Coughing and wheezing like a feline about to throw up a hairball, Draco dragged Harry out of the water. Blinking rapidly, he tried to force his eyes to maintain some sort of focal point on the world.

"I swear, Potter, if this causes any brain damage you will live to regret this."

The body under his fingers, however, chose to ignore him. Draco shook his head, noticing that the temperature of the water was so low that tiny icicles had formed at the tips of his hairs. He raised his hands and saw bluish-purple skin.

"Fuck."

His eyes finally managed to focus on the surroundings and found an equally blue Harry, lying too still next to Draco's legs.

"Fuckfuck."

Shivering like a maniac, Draco put his knuckles against his head. "Think, Malfoy."

Incendio!

The state of his body put even more power behind the spell and a massive fire immediately roared next to the two frozen young men.

Accio clothes.

Draco wandlessly manoeuvred Harry's body onto the Gryffindor-red cloak. His own cloak felt too heavy and painful on his skin and he assumed it would not be any more comfortable for Potter, but they had no choice. Wrapping the two cloaks around them tightly, Draco suppressed a shudder at the contemplation of the moment.

He was bughugged in two cloaks with Harry soddin' Potter, for whom he had just risked his life. Annoyed the platinum blonde made a pillow with the rest of the clothes behind them and created fires all around.

He could only hope Rhoswen would not return with her sisters.

***

I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop. I want to kiss you but I want it too much.

The song was back.

Harry awoke in a warm nest. His head hurt like hell and he could vaguely remember a dream about drowning in ice-cold water. Yet, his surroundings were comfortably soft and relaxing. It had all been a bad dream. He was not on some trip with Malfoy. He had not nearly drowned. Hogwarts was safe. He was still on holiday with Ron. Sighing contently, Harry stretched, curling his toes.

The blanket was a bit too tight. He had been dreaming badly, as always. Hopefully he had not woken Ron this time. Suddenly, Harry frowned. His head really did hurt. Had they been drinking? He could not remember drinking any Firewhiskey, but his head felt as if he had downed four bottles in a row in a not too distant past.

Groaning, he rolled over a bit, trying to disentangle himself from his sheets. He bumped into something that had about the same temperature as him.

Why was Ron in bed with him?

Panicked, Harry opened his eyes and found himself with his nose against a naked back. He resisted the urge to squeak and raked his memory for anything … unconventional that could have taken place the night before. Thinking made lights appear in front of his eyes. Harry cursed softly, closing his eyes again.

"Potter, stop making bodily contact or I will hurt you even more for making me sit through this."