Part Two

"Hello, Harry."

"Hello, Malfoy. What are you doing here? This is the Gryffindor common room."

"Oh, Harry, call me Draco. I came here to see you."

"Alright. Well, here I am."

"Harry, hold on!"

They flew on broomstick over castle walls, into sunlight. Harry could smell Draco's foreign scent while holding his torso. Draco's cheeks were pink with cold, despite the sun, and Harry reached to touch them, to warm them.

Then all of the sudden, Harry was falling off of the broom, and he fell, as if tied to a brick, down...

Down…

And Draco started to sing, and swooped around, and picked Harry up, all the while singing and laughing over his shoulder.

Harry awoke with his stomach fluttering, as if he had fallen a long distance. His ears were ringing.

"What just happened?" he said aloud.

Draco's dream woke him, gasping for air, he couldn't get enough air in his lungs!

Because he was laughing so hard.

He decided to go on a walk outside. He knew it was snowing, but he had the impervius charm to keep the snowflakes from penetrating his cloaks.

After trying to go back to sleep, Harry decided that his efforts were fruitless. He got up and dressed warmly, ready to face the frozen morning. It was just beginning to become light.

Once outside the Great Hall doors, he found a tree near the lake and sat down. Watching the shoreline, he noticed a moving figure. It was sprawled on the shore and had hands and was throwing a rock and catching it.

This time Harry didn't have his Invisibility Cloak, but he moved closer.

Draco thought he was alone when he walked to the lake shore and laid his cloak down. Then he heard footsteps and sat up quickly.

"Potter."

"Malfoy. What are you doing here?"

"Thinking."

Harry was silent. Then,

"Uh, Malfoy…?"

"Yeah?"

"Is it okay if I maybe just…sit here?"

"If you want, sure."

"Thanks."

Harry was cold, despite his cloaks, and noticed that Draco was severely lacking in attire for the temperature. He figured that living in the dungeons must prepare you for this sort of weather.

Draco eventually fell asleep. He was pretty cold, but once he was sleeping, he couldn't feel it.

He dreamt he was underwater, being held there by long fingers on his head. Choking.

"Dra-Malfoy?" It had been half an hour and Harry wanted to ask Draco why he was out here. He seemed to be sleeping.

"Hello?" Harry nudged Draco's arm. Draco stirred, then…nothing.

Harry went back to aimless thinking. He examined Draco. Draco's skin was perfect alabaster, there were no freckles or blemishes that marred his snow-skin. And his hair seemed to be snowflakes strung together on silken strands. He noticed Draco's long fingers that were resting on the broad chest. The broad chest that was rising and falling with steady breaths…Or should have been…

Harry kneeled over Draco and made sure his eyes weren't playing tricks on him. It was absolutely freezing outside, as the sun had not fully risen yet, and it was the coldest time of winter. Draco's chest was not rising as the sun would be.

"Shit!" Harry's efforts to kindle Draco's heart seemed ineffective, as he slapped Draco's frozen cheeks and thumped him on the chest in attempts at his limited knowledge of Muggle CPR.

"I can't let him die!"

Draco reminded himself of a kite, slowly falling. It was freezing, he felt, and then someone was waking him up from this falling business. And his chest hurt, but he was breathing, and his throat choked, but he was okay, and a hand was on his cheek, and lips on his, pushing breath inside him.

And it was the warmest thing he had ever known. And as much as he didn't want those lips to leave his own, he sucked the frozen air into his lungs.

"Draco! Are you okay? Say something!" Harry's frantic hands seemed to search Draco's cold face.

"W-warm light on a winter's day…"