Cold Snow, Hot Kiss
Title: Cold Snow, Hot Kiss
Author: enchanted_jae
Character(s): Draco, Pansy, Harry, Neville
Rating: PG
Warning(s): None
Word count: 320
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
★ Jae's Advent Drabbles #8 for dracogotgame - snowball
★ AdventDrabbles #8 - snowball fight
★ slythindor100 25 Days of Draco and Harry #8 - making a snowball
Summary: Draco starts something that Harry finishes.
"Target sighted," whispered Pansy.
Draco grinned in wicked glee and scooped up a handful of snow. He rolled and packed it in his hands, making a snowball. Beside him, Pansy was doing the same. The pair of Slytherins peered out from their hiding place.
Potter and Longbottom were busy creating a snow sculpture. It was no simple snowman, however. No, the Gryffindors were making a snow lion.
It was magnificent. It was also intolerable.
"On the count of three," Draco murmured. "One...two..."
"Three!" yelled Pansy. She burst out of hiding and lobbed her snowball at Longbottom. It struck him in the chest and exploded in a wet shower.
Draco stood up and fired his snowball at Potter, hitting him in the side of the head and knocking his stupid glasses askew. Draco whooped in victory.
With an enraged roar, Potter charged them with Longbottom providing back up.
Pansy screamed and bolted to the right, and Draco elected to strategically retreat to the left.
Longbottom followed Pansy, while Potter gave chase to Draco. With his longer legs, Draco was outpacing the other boy. He smirked in delight and turned to taunt his rival. Draco hit an icy patch, and his feet shot out from under him. He landed in an ungainly heap on the ground.
Potter pounced.
Draco opened his mouth to express his outrage, only to get a face full of cold snow as Potter smeared him with a handful.
"Potter!" Draco snarled, twisting to get away. He froze in place when he felt a suspicious something prodding his stomach where Potter straddled him. Draco licked his lips.
"If you wanted a kiss, Malfoy, you should have just asked," said Potter. He bent down and pressed his cold lips to Draco's chilled ones.
It was the hottest kiss Draco had ever experienced.
Cold Food, Hot Encounter
Author: enchanted_jae
Character(s): Draco, Pansy, Harry, Neville
Rating: PG
Warning(s): None
Word count: 320
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
★ Jae's Advent Drabbles #8 for dracogotgame - snowball
★ AdventDrabbles #8 - snowball fight
★ slythindor100 25 Days of Draco and Harry #8 - making a snowball
Summary: Draco starts something that Harry finishes.
"Target sighted," whispered Pansy.
Draco grinned in wicked glee and scooped up a handful of snow. He rolled and packed it in his hands, making a snowball. Beside him, Pansy was doing the same. The pair of Slytherins peered out from their hiding place.
Potter and Longbottom were busy creating a snow sculpture. It was no simple snowman, however. No, the Gryffindors were making a snow lion.
It was magnificent. It was also intolerable.
"On the count of three," Draco murmured. "One...two..."
"Three!" yelled Pansy. She burst out of hiding and lobbed her snowball at Longbottom. It struck him in the chest and exploded in a wet shower.
Draco stood up and fired his snowball at Potter, hitting him in the side of the head and knocking his stupid glasses askew. Draco whooped in victory.
With an enraged roar, Potter charged them with Longbottom providing back up.
Pansy screamed and bolted to the right, and Draco elected to strategically retreat to the left.
Longbottom followed Pansy, while Potter gave chase to Draco. With his longer legs, Draco was outpacing the other boy. He smirked in delight and turned to taunt his rival. Draco hit an icy patch, and his feet shot out from under him. He landed in an ungainly heap on the ground.
Potter pounced.
Draco opened his mouth to express his outrage, only to get a face full of cold snow as Potter smeared him with a handful.
"Potter!" Draco snarled, twisting to get away. He froze in place when he felt a suspicious something prodding his stomach where Potter straddled him. Draco licked his lips.
"If you wanted a kiss, Malfoy, you should have just asked," said Potter. He bent down and pressed his cold lips to Draco's chilled ones.
It was the hottest kiss Draco had ever experienced.
Cold Food, Hot Encounter