Drarry - Chill
The chill didn’t come from outside.
No matter how cold or hot it got, Harry and Draco had a temperature all their own, and its variations fell along seasons no one else could see or hear.
But Draco and Harry sensed them. Touched, tasted. A sweltering night in August could be the coldest night of the year and a zero degree morning like the balm of a summer beach.
At first, the heat (their heat) made them fight. Argue or slam doors or even cast spells. The cold left them stiff and frozen, like muggle statues. But eventually, their magic cooled them off or heated them up or just helped them stay still and move when they needed to, not when they wanted to.
“I love you,” Draco said through gritted teeth, digging his fingernails into his own thighs.
“I love you too,” Harry replied calmly. “What can I do to help?”
And because of that love, Draco told him.