Day 10 of my 25 Days of Draco and Harry. This takes place between Draco's Prejudice and Seven Months, not that it really matters for this particular chapter. As always, you can find a link to the entire series in my Author profile.
December 2011
Image Inspiration: a Dragon Ice Sculpture
Cold. He is so fucking cold. He's going to die like this, frozen, abandoned in this wasteland alone.
He's not meant to live in such frigid conditions. He's meant to be pampered, and to live in a manor house with heated floors and warmed towels and roaring fires.
Instead, he's here, freezing amongst squalid conditions.
And nobody cares. They just expect him to deal with it, to learn to adapt while they go on living their lives like this is normal—like he doesn't matter.
He gazes across the abyss, the promise of warmth so close by, yet so far away. Should he attempt it?
A chill runs down his back, down his legs, then back up until he's sure his cock will just shrivel and die.
That's the turning point. He can do it. He must do it. He braces himself, then counts down in his head.
Three…
Two…
One…
Draco runs across the frigid wasteland, slamming the door behind him, then catapults himself into the promised salvation of heat. He buries himself into the cave, sighing at the sudden warmth as it overtakes him.
There are a groan and a shuffle next to him, and Draco scowls.
Fuck that.
Draco readies himself to obtain his final relief from his icy hell and moves.
"Ack!" Harry screams, sitting up mid-snore, throwing back his blankets. "What the hell, Draco? Your feet are freezing!"
Draco pulls the blankets up around him and cuddles into Harry's side, the heat from where he'd been laying seeping into Draco's body. He feels his muscles relax.
"Shut up, Potter. I'm exhausted." He feels Harry's hands come down and cover the rest of his feet and sighs.
"Fucking ice dragon, you are," Harry mutters sleepily. "It's not even that cold in here."
"Whatever. Then get me some heated socks for Christmas or something. Now go to sleep."
Harry flips Draco over and cuddles around him, then pulls his feet back between his own.
Draco sighs in relief, warm and content. Marriage certainly has its benefits.
A/N: Sorry this one was so short, but I couldn't resist. The prompt was too perfect for it. 10 Down, 15 to go.