Icy wind swirls across the frozen hills, sending powder curling around his lithe figure as he tilts his head back to the stars. Stop it. Stop doing that. She closes her eyes, but it’s already in her mind and the image won’t be leaving her anytime soon.
Ghosts of the brush of a hand over a chessboard skitter across her hand as she meets his eyes, heart twisting just that little bit more at the lopsided, easy smile he throws her way.
It’s empty on the mountain at night, and her breath catches in the cold, quiet air. When she gets closer, Malfoy slides away again, and she savours the feeling as her skis slip neatly into the carving paths made by his as he makes his way gracefully back toward the lift. If all I get is this moment, I’ll keep us here forever.