Harry's POV
I sit in the cold breeze, shivering. The Black Lake has frozen over and the snow has settled nicely on the ice. My toes curl as the icy air touches my feet.
It's nearly midnight on Christmas Eve. Ron asked me if I wanted to come to the burrow... I don't feel like it. Not after Cedric's death. I don't want to be around people.
So Ron just left... Understanding that I didn't feel like talking to anyone.
Crunch... Crunch... Crunch...
I stood and turned, wand at the ready.
"No need to be on edge Potter. It's only me." The blonde haired boy said, just as cold as the icy air. He was wearing nothing but pyjama bottoms so his abs were on sho- Hold on... Why am I looking at his abs?
"Aren't you cold? Oh yeah. I forgot. You're used to the cold because of your heart of ice." I spat unwelcoming. I then sat again. Shaking.
"Actually, I'm used to the cold because of my house. A mansion is hard to keep warm unlike a closet that you hide in... Well you hide in closets with all aspects of your life... Don't you?" He said smirking.
How can I get him back for that? What could I say?
"Or maybe you're used to the cold because of your death eater parents. They must treat you with the same amount as love as you show me." His lips tightened at my words.
"You're lucky I'm unarmed. Bastard." He spat in my face. His spit is warm... Ew... What did I just say?
He shoved me against a tree. I could hardly see his pale skin and hair amoungst all the snow. What made him visable was his dark grey eyes with little flicks of silver mixing in... Wait... That's odd... Silver has never gotten into his eyes... And why have I been looking at his eyes? Obviously not into his eyes...
"Still... I could teach you some lessons. But you're an ignorant prick aren't you? Hm... I don't think I'll use words..." He came close to my face. More silver flashed into his eyes... Wait... Hold on... Doesn't that mean... He's feeling lustful!?
"Mm... I know how I can keep that bloody mouth of yours shut..."
And before I could make a run for it, he kisses me. Quite passionately too. I felt his arms slide around my waist and hold me tightly, but it was quite comfy and warm.
I placed my hands on his chest, kissing him back just as passionately. He is one hell of a kisser...
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And thats that! Hoped you enjoyed and I'll be making more short stories ;) Just you wait and see!
