You Make It Feel Like Christmas / drarry

You Make It Feel Like Christmas / drarry

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Wizarding World: Harry Potter
At thirty years old, Draco Malfoy has successfully obtained a reputable degree in Ancient Languages, has proceeded to shut himself into the basement of London Library as their Head of Archives, and is wilfully nursing a problematic relationship with a man Blaise eloquently describes as "a sleazy piece of trash". So yes, he's got it all worked out, ta ever so. It's only too bad that when Harry Potter-the youngest Head Auror in a century-happens to need Draco's help with a case, a string of encounters ensues that turn Draco's pre-perceptions of him on their head. To make matters even worse, Potter brings Draco tea, and carries his bags, and says things that are much too straightforward for comfort. And if it makes Draco question why he ever hated the speccy git in the first place, well, that's no one else's business but Draco's... right? Will flying South for Christmas spare Draco from heartache? And does it make sense to salvage the dwindling fire with his elusive beau, or will the kindle of a new flame give Christmas a whole new meaning?
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"Draco Malfoy was ice. His skin was pale, his features were sharp, and his words were cold. He bit out insults and harsh truths like it was his role in life to do so, and his cool expression would tell you that he thought nothing of it. He was harsh, unforgiving. Ice. But when you met up with him, in free hours between classes or after dark, in the room of requirements or in the astronomy tower, there was a heat that thawed his cold apathy, a burning type of heat when his fingers dragged through your hair or over your skin, intense. And then he was fire. He was untamed and untamable, unquenchable, and it left you without breath. But no matter what type of seizing extreme he was, Draco Malfoy was unattainable. Yours only as long as the flames were alight or the ice was mind numbing, encompassing. And when it had struck you that that wasn't enough, that he was an unpredictable constant you desired in more ways than you had both settled upon, Draco Malfoy was only ice..." Pronouns: he/she/they | **Christmas themed one shots included **

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