Freezer Burn
-An H/D rambling.
AN-Alright, this would be my second attempt at a fic…a bit more slashy then my first (which is barley even implied) This was inspired by the cold of my room in northern Canada. I hope it's alright. Oh, for my warnings-mentions of cold feet, cold beds, and cold hearts. And a swear and some implied slash. Happy reading. Cheers!
If the sunlight beaming through your window in the mid-mornings of summer can make you feel warm and comfortable. Than the shallow moonlight filtering through a narrow window will freeze your covers like puddles in February…cold like sorrow, cold like death, that is all I can feel right now…icy feet and puffs of winter breath billowing from my mouth. Winter in the Slytherin dorms is a Hell like no other. A frostbitten Hell from the depths of Antarctica if you want the specifics. The drafty stone corridors of Slytherin retain the cold like hollow sheet metal. All I can hear is the raspy breaths of my fellow 7th years, and I envy them, being able to withstand the cold winters and even the stuffy summers down here. It's too cold for me…
Damn Malfoy for dragging me down here. I'm going to have to go back up to Gryffindor. There it is at least warm in my own bed. Warm by the hearth of a familiar common room and warm by Hermione and Ron's side, even if they are going at it like rabbits, but I would miss the warmth of his presence by me…his smile, that I know he saves for me, and that delectable laugh that echoes in my mind after he is through with his joke. The warmth of the cold man I dared to love.
But, Draco is not as cold in person, unlike his chilled feet touching mine. Cold like his eyes, and a cold like his heart. Cold, but not unbearable. Christmas morning cold, - like you could care less if it's -30 and your snot is freezing to your face, you just love the day for what it is, like the love for him that I possess. I love him for him, not his frost-bitten ways. But, I do prefer the hot moments we spend in this bed or the corridor, either are just as warm. I prefer them to the cold showers I would have to take in Gryffindor each morning if I didn't spend a cold evening down here. It's too cold for me here…
But I can feel him stirring in his sleep. I feel his cold arm come to rest on my waist and his soft hair on my cheek…and I feel his warmth…the warmth of his bliss for having me next to him at night because I keep him warm. I know I can be warm with the joy that is given to me by his happiness…my heart beats faster and my feet feel warmer. Maybe I will stay the night…then we can have a steamy shower in the morning…with the water on hot and his laugh can fill me with warmth…then maybe the cold in his eyes would soften to the gleam of a drip from melting icicles in spring and I can melt his frosted heart. And we can be warm together in the cold of the night in this disapproving world we live in. I feel warmer already.
Alright, What did you think? Any good? Any suggestions? Want to Flame me? It would really warm me up! Leave a review if you like. Personally…this isn't the greatest but it's too cold to type for too long…oh and mind…this isn't beta read…though I wish it were…I should have asked PaddycakePadfoot…oh well, this is short so, well…cheers!