Summary: It’s a cold Christmas Eve, but Harry has a way of melting all Draco’s defences.
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Epilogue compliant? I think it’s safe to say that’s a no.
Word Count: 3900
What I loved about it:
This was such a beautiful story with Draco trying so hard to do the right thing (what he feels is the right thing. He tries staying cool and distant to Harry and realizes it's getting harder and harder to do this after each sexual encounter. Harry is relentless in what he wants from Draco and dosen't hide his feelings from Draco.
The sex was on fire hot sensual and delicious with Draco wearing cufflinks. *flails* Harry's nose in Draco's hair just breathing him in was tender and the RIMMING OMFG so *guh* I think I melted into goo on the floor.
The ending is just what you would like it to be just perfection. It made me squeeeeeee :)
One small exerpt from the story really I just want to post the entire thing here it's just that brilliant...
He’d just started to brush the stray bits of ash from his sleeve when he realised he wasn’t alone. His visitor made no sound to alert Draco to his presence but Draco knew he was there all the same. He always knew when Potter was in the room. He could feel Potter’s eyes on him, feel the pull of him from across the room.
Draco’s pulse picked up and his whole body flushed. He hated how his body always betrayed him, giving away all his secrets within seconds. Potter would notice, too. How he had ever thought the man oblivious was beyond him; Potter noticed everything. Every hitch of Draco’s breath, every tremor of his body, every moment’s hesitation, every word left unsaid. Even now he’d probably noticed the way Draco had gone still, the way his breathing had gone quick and shallow.
Even though he knew he wasn’t fooling either of them, Draco took a minute to compose himself under the guise of dusting off his clothing. He adjusted his shirt and smoothed his hair. He didn’t speak until he was sure his voice would come out cool and even.
“Christmas Eve?” he asked without turning around. He wasn’t ready to face Potter, not yet. “Really?”
Title:Baby,It's Cold Outside