Étoile des Neiges

Chapter 1

Potter had a nice arse, Draco couldn't deny it.

In fact, Potter had a very fuckable arse in Draco's opinion. Not that he had much experience in the matter, mind. It was just really hard not to look when Harry fucking Potter was a few feet away, bent over a thick, hard metal bar. So, there he was, grabbing his own thick, hard and cold bar, enjoying the view and the irony.

Because, as hard as he tried to understand, Draco really didn't get why they had to do this of all things.

He had figured out a while ago that what he had been taught since he was born was a bunch of rubbish. He was even glad that Muggle studies had been a mandatory course for all of them this year. For fuck's sake, he was even willing to admit that, perhaps, he might have some things to learn from Muggles!

When McGonagall had brought up the idea for the eighth years to do some practical work during the hols, Draco had been, well, not delighted, but at least curious.

But now, riding a butt lift (or whatever it was called), following Potter's fucking ass, freezing his balls off, Draco couldn't help but wonder how on earth Granger could have thought this was a good subject to study.

Come to think of it, the whole thing must be some kind of joke, because, really, why did he have to be lifted by a metal bar stuck between his legs when he could just have Apparated to the summit? And how, for Salazar's bullocks, could the Muggles enjoy climbing and hurtling down the mountain when clearly that was a dangerous business? If they wanted to be down the mountain they could just, well, not climb it in the first place.

The lift didn't seem to ever end and Draco's ears were starting to get really cold. He thought for a moment about renewing his warming charm, but there was no way he would let go of his grip on the metal bar to reach for his wand, so instead he decided to focus on the hottest thing in sight. It was not Draco's fault that the thing in question was Potter's bum.

Everything happened very fast.

For some reason, Potter's hips twitched and he fell forward. He tried to catch the bar, but it was already out of reach. In his manoeuvre, he had somehow managed to turn over and was now facing Draco. Before Draco could think of what to do, he was falling over Potter who didn't have the good sense to move out of Draco's way.

Draco, on the other hand, used his brain and quickly got back on his feet.

He pushed on his sticks and managed to slide out of the lift's way.

"Budge over, you idiot!"

Potter seemed to get his senses back and crawled -crawled!- towards Draco. Admittedly, that was a good move, because Potter had no chance to pick himself up and ski out of Blaise's way in time. But he managed to look no less ridiculous doing so.

Blaise laughed when he passed them. "See you later, tossers!"

Draco scowled and turned towards Potter, who was now standing on his feet. "What the hell, Potter?"

"Oh, sod off," he grumbled, rubbing his left elbow.

"You had one fucking thing to do! Grab the sodding bar and bloody wait, for fuck's sake!"

"Look, I'm sorry, okay, I..." Oh. A slight but noticeable shade of pink was colouring his cheeks. "I got distracted."

"You got distracted," Draco scowled. "Right."