Cold

Malfoys Aren't Nice

It was a long, freezing day at Hogwarts. Draco and Harry had been together for a year now. Ever since Harry was shot with a kiss under the bleachers after their quidditch game from none other than Malfoy last year, he gained feelings.
Strong feelings.

"Hey Scarhead!" Malfoy had waited for Harry to be alone.
Harry rolled his eyes and watched the Slytherin come to his direction.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" His sharp, green eyes casted hate to his enemy.
"I hate you." Malfoy exchanged the same look.

Both boys would imagine stabbing each other if they looked at each other's eyes enough, thinking of all ways possible to hurt each other.

"Why because I beat you?" Harry spat.
Draco's grey eyes became a thunderstorm, ready to strike Harry down with lightning at any moment. He fiercely gripped his broomstick, gritting his teeth, doing everything in his power to not kill him. He had hurt his pride, and he didn't like that. Not one bit.
Draco slowly walked up to him, inches away from Harry. Harry was ready to fight at this point, but was startled by Draco coming even closer and quickly pressed his lips against his. The raven haired boy's body froze up, trying to squirm out, but then tried relaxing. He hasn't even kissed anyone in his life. He began to bite on the Slytherin's bottom lip, and Draco violently pushed him to the ground.
The blonde boy stood over him.
"It's because you got lucky." He spit on him and walked off. Harry laid there, being the most confused he had ever been in his life.
Draco was so happy. His cheeks were tinted pink, but you couldn't distinguish if it was a blush or not because it was cold outside anyways.

•••

The two walked outside together, leaving footprints everywhere they went, snowflakes coming down. Everything was white.
Harry's cheeks were as red as the color of Gryffindor and his jaw jittered from the cold as his red lips let out smoke from his breath of the piercing temperatures. Draco always thought it was so cute how sensitive he was to the cold.
"Here, take this" Draco wrapped his scarf around Harry's Gryffindor scarf.
"I'm fine, Draco, really" Harry tried to show that he could take care of himself.
"Says the one who's shivering" He smirked as he kissed his cheek. Harry loved the way Draco looked in the snow. His hair and skin looked extra soft and camouflaged with the snow. His lips looked so delicate and his eyes stood out like grey ice.
"Draco.."
"Hm?"
"You look so nice in the snow"
Draco threw a snowball at Harry and bursted out laughing.
"So do you" He sassed. Harry chased after him. The two laughed wholeheartedly as Draco took his hand and they both ran to the quidditch field, Harry almost slipping on the snow.
Harry would've never expected Draco to be so sweet and caring past his stone, cold wall of his he kept up all the time. He was so happy that he was able to break down that wall.
He was... adorable.
Harry wish he showed this around others.
The only problem was, they had managed to keep their relationship hidden for a whole year. Not even Hermione and Ron knew.
And Draco's family could never find out.

•••

It smelled like bleacher wood and winter under the bleachers. This was their spot for almost everything. It was slightly warmer, considering there were some closed in walls. They both sat in the soft snow. Harry cuddled into Draco with his arms wrapped around him.
"Draco can I ask you a question?"
"Um, duh?" He sassed.
"Why don't you show this side of you to anyone else?"
Silence appeared. An emotionless energy swept across Draco's face, but he had to remind himself that he didn't have to do that for Harry. Harry watched Draco play with his hands in front of him, clearly nervous at his question.
"Because I trust you." His tone became serious, his deep voice vibrating through Harry's body.
"Who do you even trust other than me?"
Another couple of seconds of silence. Draco grabbed Harry's hands and held them.
"No one."
Harry comforted his hands.
"Why?"
"..."
"You're so nice and good-hearted. Why wouldn't you want to show that to people?"

"Because Malfoys aren't nice."

Harry felt a sharp pain in his chest. He didn't like this Draco. He wanted Draco to be himself.
Harry had yet to see him even shed at least one tear.
He felt Draco's lips on his neck, snapping him out of his oncoming concern.
"But thank you, that means a lot to me." Draco's words vibrated against his neck as his lips curled into a smile against his skin.